Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 702: Chapter 702 Brawl
 

When Hu Jiao removed the stopper from the gourd, Wang Chen caught the scent of the wine.

The spirit wine that this member of the Monster Race produced was clearly no ordinary liquor.

Since the other party took the initiative, Wang Chen didn’t stand on ceremony and took the purple-skinned gourd.

But instead of drinking mouth-to-mouth, he retrieved two cups from his Sumeru Ring, poured them both full, and then handed the gourd back to Hu Jiao.

The latter’s face flushed once again.

Wang Chen pretended not to notice and lifted his cup to drink it down in one gulp.

His eyes lit up instantly, “Great wine!”

The wine was the color of amber, its liquid concentrated to almost a gel-like state; the moment it touched the lips, it turned into a line of fire shooting straight into the stomach, warming him comfortably all over.

The spiritual power contained within it even gave Wang Chen a slight tipsy buzz!

Truly, a fine wine!

“This is Spiritual Monkey Millennium Drunk.”

Hu Jiao explained, “It is brewed by spiritual monkeys in the mountains collecting hundreds of fruits, a mortal who drinks a cup would be drunk for a thousand years.”

Drunk for a thousand years is of course an exaggeration, but it adequately shows the extraordinariness of this wine.

Wang Chen nodded and was about to speak when suddenly noises of clamoring voices and hurried footsteps came from outside.

He and Hu Jiao exchanged glances, a hint of seriousness coloring their expressions.

A moment later, a team of cultivators burst into the old residence.

Upon seeing Wang Chen and Hu Jiao, they also paused, the leading cultivator surveyed them with an evaluating gaze, then chuckled, “We were planning to stay here for the night, you two fellow Daoists don’t mind, do you?”

The inquiry was in words, but the tone suggests no room for negotiation.

Hu Jiao lowered his head, pretending not to hear, while Wang Chen spoke indifferently, “This place is unoccupied, you may do as you please.”

There were seven people in the other party, all cultivators of the Purple Mansion, ranging from primary tier to high tier, and from the looks of their clothes and accessories, they included Battle Cultivators, Dharma Cultivators, Alchemy Cultivators, and Talisman Cultivators, with likely Artifact Cultivators and Medical Cultivators as well.

A very standard adventure team.

Moreover, in Wang Chen’s perception, each of these cultivators was surrounded by either thick or thin Blood Fiend Energy!

Quite troublesome.

Wang Chen didn’t want to create trouble, nor did he intend to start a conflict with the others, so he gave Hu Jiao a look.

Hu Jiao understood the meaning instantly—change location.

The deserted village was not small, and it contained more than one dilapidated stone house suitable for shelter—there was entirely no need to mingle with a group of cultivators whose backgrounds were unclear.

Moving to a different place, everyone could be more comfortable.

However, unexpectedly, just as Wang Chen and Hu Jiao rose to leave, a cultivator from the opposing team set his sights on the cup of Spiritual Monkey Millennium Drunk.

This spirit wine was poured by Wang Chen for Hu Jiao, who had yet to drink it.

“What wine smells so good?”

That person licked his lips and then, without any hesitation, reached out to grab it, demanding outright, “Let me have a taste!”

But he grasped at air.

Hu Jiao, with quick reflexes, instantly gathered the spirit wine into his Storage Bag.

The cultivator immediately felt his dignity affronted and angrily scolded Hu Jiao, “What’s wrong with drinking a cup of your wine? Don’t throw away a face when it’s given to you!”

These kind of cultivators, who normally lived life on the edge, placing their heads at risk and venturing deep into the mountains, often had volatile and greedy temperaments.

Most importantly, they were a group of seven while Wang Chen and Hu Jiao were only two, and in this remote and desolate meeting place, their most malicious and ruthless side promptly revealed itself.

Most importantly, Wang Chen and Hu Jiao looked like two inexperienced little fat lambs!

“Old Five!”

The cultivator who had previously negotiated with Wang Chen interjected, then lifted his chin toward Wang Chen and said, “You two, hand over your Storage Bags for us to inspect. I suspect you are wanted fugitives!”

Wang Chen laughed.

This tactic of framing and picking a quarrel was so clumsy, and yet, the others put on a pretense of seriousness.

It’s really funny!

Sssss!

No sooner had the cultivator finished speaking than Hu Jiao suddenly turned around, his robes flying open to release a dazzling burst of spiritual light.

In an instant, thousands of silver hairs, fine as ox hair, shot towards the group.

All seven cultivators were enveloped within!

Hu Jiao’s attack came too quickly, without any prior warning, and given the close distance between them, none of the seven cultivators could escape it.

However, each of them was equipped or carried body protection spiritual artifacts and spirit talismans, which were automatically triggered by the hit of the silver hairs, ultimately sparing them from disaster.

“How daring!”

The cultivators, having recovered from their shock, grew furious and shouted loudly, “Seeking death!”

Previously, they were the ones who always initiated trouble and attacked first, but this time they were preempted by someone else’s attack, and they were all angry and embarrassed.

The seven cultivators dispersed to the left and right with great coordination, some forming spells with their hands, others taking out spirit talismans and spiritual artifacts.

In a breath’s time, they had formed a combat formation!

The more people there were, the more formidable the battle formation became—once the power of the seven was united, they could even hold their own against a Golden Core True Person for a move or two.

The problem was, how could Wang Chen possibly give them the chance?

Although these cultivators were all from the human race, they had made it clear they were looking for trouble, even to the point of killing and looting, so Wang Chen had no qualms about joining forces with a member of the Monster Race to confront them.

With a flash, he used the “Shrinking Ground into Inches” technique to close in front of the cultivator nearest to himself.

He struck a palm towards the cultivator’s chest.

The cultivator had just brought out a defensive spiritual artifact, and seeing Wang Chen choose to engage in close combat, he could not help but wear a mocking smile.

Could Wang Chen’s bare palm be harder than the Mysterious Gold Spirit Shield in his hand?

Bang!

Wang Chen’s palm struck right in the center of the shield.

The shield-wielding cultivator felt an overwhelming force surge towards him that even his Spirit Shield couldn’t withstand, and he was involuntarily sent flying backwards.

Although he had the protection of a spiritual artifact, he wasn’t severely hurt, but he was forcefully ejected from his formation.

The newly formed battle formation immediately had a huge gap!

Wang Chen didn’t stop moving, and in a flash, he circled to the side of another cultivator, clenching his fist and launching a ferocious punch.

That cultivator was quick to react, stabbing at Wang Chen’s fist with a dagger that shimmered with cold light.

Being a battle cultivator himself with rich combat experience, he thought Wang Chen had chosen the wrong target by going for him.

That’s what the cultivator thought, but the problem was that Wang Chen’s strength far exceeded his expectations!

Before the dagger could hit the fist, Wang Chen opened his mouth and spit out a fierce sword light.

The distance between them was very close, and Wang Chen’s subsequent move was unexpected—the sword light from the Sword Pill penetrated the cultivator’s face in an instant.

It pierced through his body protection magical armor!

“Ah!”

The cultivator let out a piercing scream, retreating in a staggered and embarrassed manner.

His left eye was bloodied—all because of being stabbed by the Sword Pill!

Wang Chen, sticking to him like a persistent bug, followed closely and slammed his palm into the cultivator’s chest.

Bang!

Violent and furious mana surged out, shattering the cultivator’s body protection magical armor with a single palm.

The spot where the palm struck immediately caved in!

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The second update is here.