The Treasure Tower of the Dark Pixiu Saint Heir is a good thing. Wang Xuan also felt tempted, thinking about when he could get it into his own hands.

No horse grows fat without night grass; once he seized it, his wealth would double.

The Celestial Demon Realm had three moons: one tinged with a faint blood color, one pure white, and another yellow. They had been transformed into space fortresses after countless years.

"Let us drink wine, for every cup is one less drink."

A tall, slender man with three inches of beard set up a stone table in front of the palace. As a guard, he placed two porcelain cups and a jug of wine, occasionally singing passionately to the moons while drinking.

Though his singing or poetry reciting skills were indeed not high.

"Senior Brother Li Zuige, why are you drinking here alone?" Wang Xuan approached and asked. This person was the big master’s disciple and had been in the Star Lord position for over a decade.

"Come, come, accompany Senior Brother for a few drinks." Li Zuige was addicted to drinking; he drank when happy and when sorrowful, with or without reason.

As he said, drinking wine should be a great joy in life.

Originally, Wang Xuan came to find the big master, but he was in no hurry now. He raised his cup for a toast and downed it in one go. Li Zuige first savored the wine, letting its beauty linger from the tongue tip to throat, before finally downing it leisurely.

"Your drinking is bold, but you don’t know how to savor wine, what a pity. A man should drink wine; if drinking can become a joy, how fortunate!" Li Zuige pulled Wang Xuan, imparting to him the art of savoring the joy of wine.

Wang Xuan, smiling, was glad that Senior Brother Li was willing to talk with him and spend time with him, which was a kind of recognition.

After several cups and a chat for a few minutes, Li Zuige’s wine pot poured an unknown number of rounds, and Wang Xuan estimated he drank at least ten jin of wine, yet the ancient wine pot still brimmed with wine, and each pour was different.

"Junior Brother, did you learn?" Li Zuige asked with a hint of drunkenness. His master was a Void Cultivator, needing no guarding, allowing him to indulge in wine freely.

"The Way of Wine is profound; the more one savors, the more flavors one finds. Thank you, Senior Brother, for your teaching." Wang Xuan poured a cup for Li Zuige, toasting him.

"Go now," Li Zuige waved his hand. The master was busy earlier; now with some free time, Wang Xuan should not delay his business.

Wang Xuan nodded, heading toward the palace. Behind him, Li Zuige continued drinking and reciting poetry. Wang Xuan paused and said, "Senior Brother, the wine doesn’t decrease with every cup we drink. We have long lifespans, and who knows how many more cups we can drink?"

"Drink a cup, gain a cup? Then I should make a profit!" Li Zuige laughed heartily.

Emperor Wang, brought under the master’s tutelage early, was not as talented as He Fang to succeed in reaching the Super Star Position. However, his cultivation level advanced quickly, entering the Void Realm early.

If no experts were covering for him, the pressure from the alien races would leave no time to strive for the Super Star Position. Emperor Wang knew he had no time to waste, so he advanced rapidly.

"Good!" Emperor Wang was overjoyed to hear Wang Xuan’s report; he hadn’t expected one of the captives to be an immortal’s child.

Whether for studying its bloodline, cultivation technique, or as leverage against the alien race, the Pixiu Saint Heir was invaluable.

"I hope Senior Uncle will decide how to handle it," Wang Xuan said.

Emperor Wang nodded, satisfied with his disciple’s talent and temperament, "I understand, rewards will follow afterwards. Go now." Securing a True-Grade Immortal Artifact and not taking it would be unreasonable without rewards.

As a major figure managing the big picture, Emperor Wang was extremely busy, processing an unimaginable amount of information daily. Although of higher status than soldiers, Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals were still part of the battle sequence.

"My sword is at its most radiant and sharpest when stained with enemy blood."

A young man tenderly wiped a three-foot-long Qing Feng with silk, as if attending to a lover, pouring a wealth of emotion into every stroke, with utmost focus.

As Wang Xuan passed by, the sword lightly trembled.

"One who wields the sword sincerely understands the true essence of the Sword Dao. Why is your Sword Dao so strong despite your varied learning?" Gai Fu asked.

Even Lei Duzun, once the strongest in the Divinity Transformation Realm, was defeated by this man, which seemed unfathomable.

As Fang Shan’s senior disciple, he knew Wang Xuan practiced the Mixed Element Martial Scripture, focusing on martial arts and excelling in close combat. Having trained with knives, he abruptly took up the sword one day, and his mastery shattered the hope of all sword cultivators in the same realm.

One’s energy is limited, making it improbable to excel in all directions. Yet Wang Xuan was such an enigmatic exception.

"Because the effort I invest in each path exceeds your imagination," Wang Xuan replied calmly.

No one gains easily; perhaps some reap double the rewards for every effort, but effort is always required.

Gai Fu’s sword was eager to try; he sensed Wang Xuan’s Sword Dao, its edge so sharp that it stirred his desire to battle.

Clouds drifted from east of the moons to the west; strong winds bent trees, shaking branches and leaves back countless times, birds falling silent for long spans.

Only twenty steps apart, streams of Sword Qi clashed in the void, howling like ghosts. Wang Xuan and Gai Fu stayed silent; for sword cultivators, everything was in the sword.

After a sharp clang, a black shadow flickered, instantly crossing twenty steps toward Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan reached out, and with a smack, held a roasted chicken in hand.

"Given my realm suppresses yours by far, fighting is meaningless. I thank you for Zhao’s matter; after all, he is my junior brother, and I hope he lives."

Gai Fu sheathed his sword and leaped, vanishing without a trace. Having witnessed this prodigy, his purpose was fulfilled.

"Tonight I’ll have chicken," Wang Xuan found a spot, drinking alone, tearing a piece from the chicken leg, chewing with gusto. The moonlight spilled like water, unbeknownst how many could return home.

This was not their homeland; a battle with the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm awaited even if unwilling, resolving the aftermath to allow billions to enjoy peace.

The clip-clop of hooves arose; a white horse with a horned head bore a proud girl. A unicorn, a knightly maiden, with white skin. Armed with this information, Wang Xuan quickly surmised she was from the Western Sect.

At the Peak of Earth Immortal realm, she was truly strong; at least he wasn’t confident he could defeat her within ten moves.

Gazing at Wang Xuan’s greasy hands, carelessly devouring meat, and wine wafting, his demeanor suggested a kind of roguish charm.

"Little girl, watching me eat must be more interesting than eating yourself?" Wang Xuan tossed the chicken bones all over and, having downed his drink, flung the wine jar, which shattered with a crash, fragmenting into countless pieces.

The knightly maiden only glanced at Wang Xuan before spurring her horse to depart, saying, "I was simply curious what the new King of Earth Immortals looks like. Now that I see, I’m somewhat disappointed."

"Is that so? Then I apologize." Wang Xuan coalesced the atmospheric moisture with his Primordial Spirit, and rain fell heavily in his palm. After washing his hands and drying them with silk, he looked up at her.

Others’ opinions about him were of little interest to him.

Wang Xuan glanced at the interstellar battleships patrolling in the sky, saying, "I thought you came to challenge me."

"That thought crossed my mind, but seeing you, there’s no longer a need. Don’t die on the battlefield; in a few more months, I shall surely challenge you to become the strongest Earth Immortal."

With that said, the maiden left, head held high, her white gown pure as if an angel had descended; perhaps she truly believed herself a celestial angel.

Wang Xuan couldn’t help but laugh; a few months? Who knows what realm he would reach by then. That arrogant girl’s chance to challenge him might slip away.