How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The big blue ox stood up on its four hooves, chuckled, walked to Yin Xuanwu's side, and obediently sat down without making any unusual movements.

Yin Xuanwu's alluring, watery eyes flickered for a moment. She first glanced at Li Muyun, then swept her gaze over the large blue ox, feeling a mixture of surprise and wonder. However, she did not refuse and chuckled softly.

"One person and one ox taking turns? Heh, but I'm not afraid."

"Haha, what a temperament! It is an honor for me, Li, to meet such an interesting person as the Yin Master."

Li Muyun laughed a few times, now in high spirits. Although he didn't usually drink and make merry, he would always drink and have fun whenever there was a happy occasion or when friends and family gathered. Over time, he came to equate alcohol with joy and happiness.

In situations where there is alcohol to drink, the atmosphere is never one of bitterness and resentment, but rather one of joy and harmony.

He had never met such an extraordinary woman before, who actually came up to challenge him to a drinking contest. He was so excited that he forgot about the Heavenly Creation Divine Sword. He figured that if he couldn't get past her, he would never be able to find it.

"Let's get this straight first, you two, you must not use your true energy to neutralize the alcohol. You can only drink as you please, and the goal is to get drunk as much as you want. There's no point in counting the number of cups you drink..."

"Alright! I'll drink first!"

Hearing this, Li Muyun felt even more at ease. He waved and took the jar of sake, but as soon as he touched the sake, a chilling coldness seemed to penetrate to his very bones.

However, he was completely unaware of this, and simply lowered his head to sniff it before abruptly removing the cork.

A sweet, refreshing aroma wafts out, filling the air with its fragrance. Accompanied by the biting north wind and the chilling breath, frost flowers condense, and the coldness lingers and dances, creating a truly wondrous scene.

When Yin Xuanwu saw Li Muyun's extreme temperament, his usual gentle manners vanished. When it came to wine, he seemed to become a different person, displaying a bold and unrestrained spirit, and he hurriedly opened the wine.

She couldn't help but chuckle a few times, her joy growing even stronger, and she said in a charming voice.

"This wine is quite extraordinary. I wonder if Li Yinyang and this Green Ox can handle it?"

How could the Great Green Ox miss such an opportunity? Before Yin Xuanwu could continue, it quickly interrupted.

"This divine ox has tasted a thousand kinds of fine wines, but this is the first time I've brewed wine with the Ice Essence from the Thousand-Year-Old Cold Pool. This Ice Essence is as sharp as a knife, and it has been sealed at the bottom of the cold pool for many years. But if you extract its essence and use it to help refine the wine, and swallow it, its strong and spicy flavor, combined with the sizzling energy of the cold pool, is simply wonderful!"

This interpretation indeed made the beautiful woman in the cheongsam's eyes light up, and she picked up the wine jar to fill a cup for the big blue ox.

"This Green Ox is indeed knowledgeable, he has told me the origin of my Ice Soul Wine in great detail, very good, very good."

"What are you waiting for!"

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun felt even more eager and immediately picked up the wine jar, gulping it down in one go.

The pungent aroma of the wine surged forth, mixed with a cold, knife-like glint, crashing into the energy within the dantian.

However, Li Muyun was resolute, physically strong, and his cultivation techniques were extremely powerful. After drinking half a jar of wine, he remained unmoved.

However, the chilling light emanating from his lower abdomen collided with the boiling, hot liquor, creating a double whammy that caused him a sharp pain in his heart, forcing him to pause for a moment.

Upon seeing this scene, Yin Xuanwu covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes gleaming with seductive charm.

"With such heavy drinking, won't Yin Yang be the first to get drunk and pass out here?"

After drinking half a jar of Ice Soul wine, Li Muyun became much more sober. He didn't argue, but just smiled awkwardly.

"Excellent wine, senior. Such fine wine is truly delightful to behold."

The three of them said no more and just kept drinking.

The wine cups clinked, producing a clear and melodious sound, as toasts were exchanged.

Li Muyun tilted his head back and drank the thirty-seventh cup of Xuanbing Brew in one gulp. A chill rose in his throat, as if it were frost.

But the fire of restlessness in his heart burned even brighter, and he showed no sign of drowsiness. With frost and bitterness in his heart and strong liquor fueling his passion, he could not fall here for the sake of the divine sword of creation.

Yin Xuanwu leaned back in the soft cloud chair and chuckled. His black cheongsam had a high slit that revealed his fair and snow-white calves. His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and his cup trembled. He was already somewhat unable to hold his liquor, his mind hazy, yet he possessed a unique charm.

"Young Master Li's capacity for alcohol is so immense, it seems he's deliberately trying to undermine my Yin Xuanwu Pavilion. I've never seen anyone drink so freely before."

"My head hurts so much..."

Yin Xuanwu lay on the cloud chair, looking weak and frail. It seemed that if he had another drink, he would be fast asleep in a drunken stupor. His hazy, half-drunk state was pitiful to behold.

Upon hearing this, the big blue ox tried to stand up to help Yin Xuanwu relieve his headache, but after only a moment, its legs gave way and it collapsed, unconscious.

"Madam, this wine is three times more intense than the north wind from beyond the heavens."

Li Muyun held the wine cup in the cloud, his eyes straight ahead, and simply tilted his head back to gulp it down. The spicy and icy wine was as sharp as a knife, and this was no exaggeration!

His ambitions soared ever higher, and he wanted to roar out his voice, compose poems, and sing praises to the bright moon, but his consciousness was already becoming somewhat hazy.

"Hmm? Madam, I must say, this fine wine of yours..."

While Li Muyun was still wondering why there was no response, he saw Yin Xuanwu leaning back on the cloud chair with his soft body, the cup in his hand falling to the ground with a thud, his expression one of intoxication, drunk on the wine.

"Hahaha……"

Li Muyun struggled to his feet, wanting to celebrate, but he was also dizzy and weak.

……

"Young Master Li is so magnanimous, I admire him greatly. Now that you have won, you may enter the Heavenly Secrets Bureau to investigate intelligence."

After sobering up, Li Muyun did not delay and, led by Ou Tiange, stepped into the deepest part of Yin Xuanwu Pavilion.

This is a huge circular stone chamber.

Inside the stone chamber, the meaning of the array was piled up layer upon layer, with many arrays like ripples on water, and thousands of crystal balls were drawn above, as if a sky full of stars had fallen to earth.

The air was filled with spiritual energy, and the crystal ball shone brightly, radiating a dreamlike glow.

"This is the depths of the Yin Xuan Martial Pavilion."

"All the information has been sealed in these crystal balls by the array master. Li Yinyang only needs to meditate, and his thoughts will trigger the corresponding crystal ball."

Li Muyun took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in the center of the stone chamber.

He closed his eyes and silently prayed for the whereabouts of the Twenty-Four Divine Swords of Heaven.

Gradually, he felt a cool sensation flowing into his Baihui acupoint, and his consciousness began to leave his body, roaming among the crystal balls.

Suddenly, a golden crystal ball appeared before his eyes.

The surface of the sphere shimmered with starlight, and within it, a mountain range ablaze with crimson flames could be faintly seen.

Li Muyun's heart stirred, and he tentatively touched the crystal ball with his divine sense.

In an instant, the crystal ball burst forth with dazzling golden light, drawing Li Muyun's consciousness into it.

Red Sun's Dead Land?

Li Muyun muttered to himself. The Crimson Flame Mountains could be faintly seen on the crystal ball, their crimson color like the sun, and the earth was barren and cracked.

He was somewhat tempted. This Crimson Sun Dead Land was something Zhu Jiutong had specifically mentioned when introducing him to the customs and culture of the Sun Moon Empire.

It is one of the three deadly places of the Sun Moon Empire.