Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5998 Heavenly Constellation Ancestor

When the four mountain lords saw the old drunkard, they were speechless. If it weren’t for his terrifying seniority, they would’ve given him a proper beating.

This old ancestor didn’t care about anything; he simply drank all day. Fortunately, things had ended better than expected this time. If not, all of Sovereign Mountain would have suffered because of him. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Long Chen looked at the elder and was startled by the familiar scent wafting from him.

“The Wine God Palace’s wine?” Long Chen asked.

“Oh, little brother, you know of the Wine God Palace? You’ve also drunk their wine, haven’t you?” the drunk elder asked, his excitement soaring upon hearing Long Chen mention the Wine God Palace.

“Little brother?”

The four mountain lords nearly coughed up blood. Was this drunkard trying to scramble the entire hierarchy?

“Junior was fortunate enough to be favored by the Wine God Palace’s seniors,” Long Chen replied hastily as the old drunkard grabbed his hand. “They gifted me some of their fine wines.”

“Hahaha, to be viewed so highly by the Wine God Palace, you must have destiny with the Wine Dao! Your character must be good. Come, little brother, let’s go chat somewhere else!” the old drunkard exclaimed, tugging Long Chen away.

“Old ancestor, can you act more proper? We are in the middle of something important! Long Chen’s status is special. He came to Sovereign Mountain in search of an expert to protect him during his tribulation. Do you think you can face Lord Brahma?” snapped mountain lord Qingyu.

“I can’t handle him alone,” the old drunkard said indifferently. “But I can call out my big brother.”

“The Heavenly Constellation Ancestor has awoken?!”

The four mountain lords were astonished. How could they not know of such a major affair?

“I dunno?” The old drunkard blinked at them with innocent confusion.

The four mountain lords nearly exploded. Mountain lord Qingyu looked like she was about to curse out loud.

“If you don’t know, why bring up the Heavenly Constellation Ancestor in the first place?! Who would dare to call him out before he awakens on his own?!”

Realizing that his brother couldn’t be summoned and would only awaken on his own, the drunkard scratched his head, momentarily silent.

Finally, he muttered, “Even if I can’t defeat Lord Brahma, I should be able to stall him for a bit. I’ll protect Long Chen. I doubt Lord Brahma would shamelessly attack a Heaven Saint himself.”

Long Chen’s expression shifted. Judging by his tone, this elder had to be a major figure from the same era as Lord Brahma and seemed to understand Lord Brahma’s power.

As for his big brother, the violet blood race’s Heavenly Constellation Ancestor, he was an existence rumored to rival Lord Brahma himself. This elder was clearly a step below, but he was still terrifying.

Long Chen couldn’t help but look at the old drunkard in a new light. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like an ordinary alcoholic. His cultivation base was unfathomable. Long Chen had difficulty imagining him as some supreme expert.

“Long Chen, don’t listen to him. He is the most unreliable existence within all of Sovereign Mountain. Outside of here, he can’t protect you at all,” said mountain lord Qingyu, not giving the drunkard any face.

When this drunkard drank too much, everything slipped from his mind. Even a three-year-old child was more dependable than him.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” the drunkard grumbled. “Even if Lord Brahma thickens his face and attacks a junior, I can still stall him long enough for Long Chen to escape, right?”

That made Long Chen lose all confidence in him. If he couldn’t defeat Lord Brahma, how could he protect someone else from him? Even if he could fight Brahma evenly, protecting someone was another level of difficulty entirely.

Still, mountain lord Qingyu wanted Long Chen to undergo his tribulation here in Sovereign Mountain. She believed Lord Brahma wouldn’t dare invade its sacred grounds.

But Long Chen knew he couldn’t undergo his tribulation here.

The laws of Sovereign Mountain favored violet blood experts, but his bloodline wasn’t limited to that alone. More importantly, he had to face the tribulation together with the Dragonblood Legion. This time, their tribulation was of critical importance. They had to seize this opportunity.

“If you’re still worried, I can find two of my wine friends. They are very reliable,” promised the old drunkard.

That actually tempted Long Chen. Wine friends... Could they be from the Wine God Palace? If so, those were people he could trust.

However, he then thought of mountain lord Qingyu’s words. This old drunkard had been sleeping here for so many years. Could he even locate those wine friends anymore? Even if he could, could they make it in time?

Long Chen shook his head. Just as he was about to refuse, Huang Xuan suddenly appeared. He clearly didn’t recognize the old drunkard and ignored him, speaking directly to mountain lord Qingyu.

“Mountain lord, people from the Jiuli Divine Palace have come!”

The four mountain lords were all startled and couldn’t help looking at Long Chen.

Long Chen frowned. Although he didn’t know what the Jiuli Divine Palace was, the name alone made it quite obvious. It had to be the highest seat of power within the Jiuli race—a counterpart to Sovereign Mountain.

But for them to appear without prior notice and directly come knocking... was a bit rude.

More than that, Long Chen felt instinctively that this visit had something to do with him.

“Long Chen, would you like to come with me?” Mountain lord Qingyu asked, looking at Long Chen.

She wouldn’t force him. But she knew a bit about Long Chen’s complicated ties with the Jiuli race. She wanted to see his reaction and judge the situation for herself.

Although Qingyu was now the mountain lord, Sovereign Mountain had only recently reappeared in the world. Many matters remained unclear to them, especially regarding the outside world and Long Chen’s actions.

Before she was sure of what relationship Long Chen had with the Jiuli race, she left herself ample room to maneuver.

After thinking for a bit, Long Chen replied, “Sure, I’d like to confirm something myself.”

Of the Jiuli race’s four divine clans, only Jiang Yue’e and Jiang Feng Fei had left a good impression on him. The rest—including his own Long clan—were bitter memories.

If the Jiuli Divine Palace functioned like Sovereign Mountain, then those four divine clans had likely returned to them. People like Feng Fei and Jiang Yue’e were probably there now, cultivating with all their power.

The question was—were they among this group?

Mountain lord Qingyu nodded, bidding farewell to the other three mountain lords before bringing Long Chen with her.

However, as she walked, a violet arc appeared beneath her feet. The two of them seemed to shuttle through spacetime and rapidly went down the main peak.

“Originally, I wanted to test your luck,” Mountain lord Qingyu said as they flew. “If you could reach the top of the main peak, perhaps you would obtain the favor of the Heavenly Constellation Ancestor. But unexpectedly, you ran into that old drunkard instead. Maybe it was the Wine God Palace’s karma interfering and changing the outcome, causing you to stop there.”

Then she added, “However, don’t underestimate the old drunkard. He’s resisted the flow of time using only his wine. In his half-intoxicated state, he has silently guarded Sovereign Mountain through several crises.”

Others had to fall into a deep slumber to resist the flow of time, barely surviving to this date. But the old drunkard had resisted it simply by drinking wine.

That revelation surprised Long Chen. He’d truly misjudged the old drunkard—he was far stronger than he appeared.

“If you really must undergo your tribulation outside, I’ll try to make him stop drinking for a while,” Mountain lord Qingyu offered.

Long Chen shook his head. “No need. In his state, forcing him to stop drinking is the same as forcing him to stop living. I have another way.”

This drunk elder was indeed strong, but Long Chen couldn’t count on him. He wouldn’t gamble his own life or his brothers’ on such unreliable odds.

“Do you know someone stronger than him?” asked mountain lord Qingyu in surprise.

Long Chen smiled slightly but didn’t reply.

Seeing his expression, Qingyu didn’t press further.

With one final step, the space before them twisted, and they appeared in a grand palace.