The word "Fate" is wonderful beyond words

There was no suspense in this competition.

Wu Yue and Shi Xiaotian crushed all their opponents with an overwhelming momentum, achieving first place amidst the shock, awe, and praise of the Immortal River Sect members.

Zhong Qing was not surprised by this outcome.

It would have been a ghost if the two Sun Profound Realm cultivators had been defeated halfway through.

The remaining time was for the lengthy and uninteresting closing ceremony.

Zhong Qing had no interest in any of these things.

After knowing the final result, he left.

It was much more interesting to go down the mountain and get some wine than to sit there waiting.

Wind swept and clouds scattered, with yellow dust flying everywhere.

Zhong Qing descended the mountain, passed through an ancient path, and arrived at a human city!

On the streets, there were many pedestrians coming and going, and carriages flowed endlessly.

These people included wandering heroes, merchants, peddlers, and people from all walks of life.

Although this was a world where the strong were respected and cultivation was supreme.

Among the common people, those with cultivation talent were ultimately a minority.

Most people were still bustling about for their daily meals.

There was a tavern!

Inside the small tavern, business was booming, and almost all the seats were occupied.

"Sir, please come in!"

When Zhong Qing arrived at the tavern's entrance, the waiter greeted him with a professional smile, inviting him inside.

"Two catties of Drunken Flower Carving, three catties of braised beef, a plate of peanuts, and two catties of braised pig trotters!"

The tavern was an old one!

Zhong Qing could also be considered an old customer.

Before long, all the wine and dishes he ordered were served.

Drinking wine, eating meat, and listening to the strange anecdotes from all corners of the world discussed by the wealthy merchants coming and going.

This kind of life had a unique flavor.

Just then, at the entrance, an Old Beggar arrived.

"Go, go, go!"

"A beggar, don't dirty my manager's place, or stain my guests' eyes."

The Old Beggar had not even entered the door when he was driven away by a young errand boy.

The Old Beggar bared his teeth, grinned, and said indignantly, "Others can enter, why can't I?"

The young errand boy stood with his hands on his hips, frowning and coldly retorted, "Do you have money?"

That single sentence, like a Soul-piercing question, instantly stunned the Old Beggar on the spot.

How many heartbreaking words in the world are often born in such unpretentious environments.

After a moment of stunned silence, the Old Beggar rubbed his hands and said with a chuckle, "Little brother, money? The Old Beggar doesn't have any, but I have some treasures here, good things that money can't buy."

As he spoke, he pulled out a few Secret Manuals from his Pregnant.

"I observe that your bones are extraordinary, and a spiritual light emanates from your Heavenly Eye."

"You are a good seedling for cultivating the Dao of Immortals."

"Meeting is fate, these Secret Manuals, you can pick one at will, I guarantee you can embark on the path of cultivation with it."

"Fair price: how about two pots of wine?"

Inside the tavern, Zhong Qing was amused.

This Old Beggar was quite an interesting character.

This routine, this scene, all gave him a sense of déjà vu.

At the entrance, the young errand boy's face instantly darkened.

Any Cultivation Technique Secret Manual, when placed in the secular world, was an invaluable and immeasurable treasure.

It could be said that every Secret Manual was a secret not to be passed down by various Sects and aristocratic families; even if some incomplete fragments occasionally circulated, they would be firmly held in the hands of many powerful and wealthy individuals.

These things were simply not something that ordinary common people like them could possess.

Now, this Old Beggar was talking about Cultivation Techniques, and he was even holding a pile of them.

Was this a wholesale department for Cultivation Techniques?

Without thinking, this must be fake.

The Old Beggar was clearly using a pile of Waste books to insult his intelligence!

"Old fellow, I'll give you one last piece of advice, leave quickly."

"If you don't leave, I won't be polite to you."

His tone became unfriendly.

"Hey, hey, everything can be discussed, why are you getting so angry?"

"These are all genuine articles."

"You have to think carefully, if you miss this village, you won't find this shop again!"

The Old Beggar said meaningfully.

Inside the noisy tavern, a harsh and roaring voice sounded.

"Gui San'er, don't you see how many customers there are? Why are you wasting so much time with a beggar?"

"Don't you want to work anymore? If you don't want to work, get out!"

Gui San'er felt extremely wronged.

"Manager, it's really not me being lazy or slacking off."

"This Old Beggar insisted on pulling me aside, saying he wanted to exchange Cultivation Techniques for wine!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene instantly erupted in a burst of laughter.

Strange things happened every year, but this year there were especially many.

They had heard of pawning antiques or objects for wine.

But exchanging Cultivation Techniques for wine, that was truly a first.

Today was truly an eye-opener.

The manager impatiently waved his hand.

"Just beat a broken beggar out with sticks."

"Don't let him disturb the guests' mood."

As his voice fell, four or five menacing ruffians immediately rushed out.

"Stop!"

Zhong Qing couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'll pay for his wine!"

As Zhong Qing's words fell, the manager's expression instantly changed.

"Alright, sir, please come in!"

Hearing this, the Old Beggar entered the tavern with his head held high and chest puffed out.

Then, he familiarly approached Zhong Qing.

With a smiling face, he said, "Little brother, thanks!"

"Seeing that you are warm-hearted and kind, I won't take advantage of you."

"I have nine Cultivation Techniques here, all of them High Grade cultivation methods."

"How about you choose one, just for the price of two pots of wine!"

Zhong Qing could tell at a glance that the Cultivation Techniques in the old man's hand were real.

Moreover, these Cultivation Techniques were all excellent, they were Nine-Grade Cultivation Techniques.

This made him slightly surprised.

A Nine-Grade Cultivation Technique was enough to be the guardian method of a second-rate Sect.

Someone who could casually take out such a Cultivation Technique was not an ordinary person.

He immediately used his Heavenly Eye to examine the Old Beggar.

The other party's information and secrets were instantly clear to him.

This made him slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected him to have such an identity.

However, he didn't care.

After a slight pause, he said, "Meeting is fate, there's no need for Cultivation Techniques."

"I'll cover your wine today!"

"As much as you want!"

Hearing this, the Old Beggar didn't seem happy; instead, he scratched his ears and cheeks in anxiety.

"Oh dear, little brother, do you also think these Cultivation Techniques are fake, like those common people?"

"I'm telling you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qing smiled and said, "Drinking wine is about mood; if even the mood isn't good, what's the point of discussing anything else?"

"Come, let's drink this cup!"

This attitude made the Old Beggar slightly stunned.

He smacked his lips: "That's an interesting remark."

"Little brother, just for that, the Old Beggar will make a friend of you."

"Come, the Old Beggar toasts you!"

The way people interact is often so marvelous.

Some people know each other for decades or centuries, yet they remain strangers.

Others can become friends over a single cup of wine.

The word 'fate' is wonderfully inexplicable.

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