The moon and stars were silent. A full moon hung in the sky, and starlight scattered all over the sky.
It illuminated a drunk figure sitting there.
The four thousand Merit Points in Chen Fan's body disappeared instantly, but he didn't feel bad at all.
Ding! Congratulations to the host for upgrading your wine to level 2.
Any fine wine that was placed in the Heavenly Calabash could be used to upgrade the wine. It could increase one's comprehension by 500 times, increase the power of spells, and increase one's cultivation speed.
Chen Fan felt like he was telepathically connected when the system notification sounded.
Due to his strong comprehension ability, he could now see through the things he didn't understand before with just a casual glance.
His powerful perception made his eyes shine with divine light, and his thoughts were clear.
Anything could be understood at a glance.
Chen Fan's strong perception didn't only bring him that much. He could find his weakness from the lightning in his hand.
This was the terrifying part of having 500 times comprehension ability. When facing an enemy, he could directly find the flaws in the other party's cultivation technique. He was almost invincible.
"Cold Light Slash!"
Chen Fan took a sip of wine and swung his sword.
A thirty-meter-long crack appeared on the ground, extending from his feet to the distant mountain wall. It was a shocking sight.
It had to be known that this was just a casual swing of his sword.
In other words, drinking alcohol should have increased his combat strength by ten times.
"In the past, my combat strength was only increased by five times, but now it has almost doubled!”
Chen Fan pondered.
He was very satisfied with the increase in his magic power this time.
Chen Fan took a few more gulps of the wine after he restrained his Sword Will.
When a Level 2 wine was drunk, the taste was obviously stronger and more delicious.
After a few sips, Chen Fan felt like he was about to fall asleep and became even more drunk.
He yawned and slept for a while.
When he fell asleep, the shadows of nine thunder dragons automatically appeared around him, making the surrounding wild beasts afraid to approach.
It was not until dawn the next day, when the golden sunlight shone on Chen Fan's face that he opened his eyes and stretched his muscles.
The first thing Chen Fan did after getting up was to absorb the purple Qi rising from the sky. His body was emitting purple light and the mysterious Dao runes were circulating around him.
As the sun rose.
Chen Fan stretched his body. That was all for today.
The pure purple qi transformed into pure magic power and refined his body.
Chen Fan took a big gulp of wine and continued on his way.
They headed south.
Chen Fan saw many refugees fleeing.
Some of the victims were so hungry that their lips cracked and they fell to the ground, looking like they were about to die.
The surrounding disaster victims were indifferent. It was not that they did not want to save him, but they were powerless.
Along the way, they had seen too many people die of thirst because they had no water to drink.
Even they were the same. They did not know how long they could live.
Chen Fan went up to the man and took out a water bottle from his Interspatial Ring.
The disaster victim with dry lips opened his eyes and coughed twice.
"Thank you, Daoist Priest."
The victim looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. He thanked Chen Fan for saving his life.
"Taoist priest, can you give us a sip of water?”
A disaster victim gathered his courage and asked carefully.
Chen Fan took out several water bottles. He had stored some of the water that could be found everywhere outside.
The disaster victims picked up their water bottles and drank a few mouthfuls each before handing them to the people behind them.
The hundreds of disaster victims quickly drank water and recovered some strength.
Chen Fan distributed some food to them so that they could leave after eating.
While he was doing so, wisps of golden light gathered on the Golden Wheel of Virtue behind Chen Fan.
"Thank you for saving my life!"
"May I know your name?"
The victims kowtowed to Chen Fan in gratitude.
After all, Chen Fan had just saved their lives, so he deserved their respect.
"My surname is Chen!"
Chen Fan said calmly.
"Immortal Master Chen, I'll never forget your life-saving grace!”
Everyone kowtowed and thought Chen Fan was a savior.
"The drought in the south is so abnormal. There must be a demon wreaking havoc!”
Chen Fan looked at the people kneeling on the ground and felt sad.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the Eastern Islands and the Chaotic Chinese. That was an unimaginable tragedy.
The commoners were in dire straits, just like everyone else at this moment.
He secretly made up his mind that he would definitely make a move in the future.
Cultivation.
If there were no human feelings in the world, what kind of cultivation would it be?
He sighed in his heart, A cultivator should be merciful and save all living beings.”
As the saying goes.
In troubled times, Bodhi didn't care about things, and Lao Zi carried his sword to save the common people.
The Buddhist Sect of Taiping welcomed the pilgrims, and the Taoist Lord returned to the mountains and forests.
Chen Fan was prepared for the drought in the south and he wanted to bring peace to the world.
Chen Fan disappeared from the crowd.
The disaster victims looked up at Chen Fan's back and prayed for good weather.
Then, he continued to flee.
In the blink of an eye, five to six years had passed.
Chen Fan walked step by step. He would help the victims and the injured.
As they headed south, they gradually gained some reputation and added prestige to Mao Mountain.
He was called Immortal Master Chen by others, and his reputation spread far and wide.
Actually, it wasn't just him.
Even Lin Fengjiao, Si Mu, Shi Jian, Zheng Zibu, and the other Mao Mountain disciples were doing their best in different places.
Slay demons and save the common people.
They also made quite a name for themselves in a short period of time.
For a moment.
Mao Mountain's reputation soared.
Almost half of the people who talked about it were talking about the disciples of Mao Mountain.
Many people were prepared to send their children to Mao Mountain.
All the famous mountains in the world, such as Mount Longhu, knew about the reputation of the disciples of Mao Mountain.
In addition,
Chen Fan had also used a lot of lightning techniques along the way. He reeked of alcohol and had a strong Sword Qi.
When he encountered demons, he would kill them with his sword and drink wine. When he encountered evil thieves, he would not be able to escape. His peerless sword qi had left behind a great reputation.
For a time, the whole world was talking about: Immortal Master Chen was merciful and possessed lightning techniques. He had a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a Demon Slaying Sword in his hand. He controlled all the swords in the world. He was like a sword immortal from heaven who had descended to the mortal world and avoided ghosts and gods.
Gradually, the world gained the nickname of Immortal Chen.
Some people even called him the Liquor Sword Immortal.
Chen Fan continued to walk on the road. He had also reached the sixth level of the most difficult Nine Dragon Thunder Dharma.
The nine thunder dragons were even more real. With a thought, they could command the lightning in the world and send down lightning punishments.
As for his other cultivation techniques, most of them had also been cultivated to perfection.
When he used the Shangqing Great Cave Scripture, a purple-gold light wheel would appear behind him. It was extremely mysterious.
His Yellow Court Scripture had also been cultivated to an extremely profound level. With just a raise of his hand, he could unleash earth-shattering power.
There was also the Heaven-cleaving Sword Drawing Technique and so on. All of them had a considerable improvement.
More importantly, his own strength had reached the perfected foundation establishment realm. One more step and he would be at the spinning reflection realm.
In ancient times, it was also the beginning stage of cultivation. One could see all kinds of signs of cultivators.
The talismans could create strange phenomena such as flying, fire, and explosion. There was a lotus seed shaped object developing in the dantian in the body.
Next, he had to compress his Dantian Dharmic powers into a lotus seed shaped object.
If one were to say that the magic power of Foundation Establishment was relatively scattered, then the Mystical Reflection Realm was to integrate the magic power and condense it into a point of explosion.
Moreover, at this realm, there was no need for sword kinesis flight. Anyone could step on the air and walk in the sky as if it was flat ground.
Chen Fan had been looking forward to this realm for a long time.
Apart from the older generation, the younger generation had a long way to go to reach this realm during the Dharma Ending Age.
Anyone who could step into this realm would be considered a true master of Dao techniques.
With a single thought, he could control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into a powerful attack.
Chen Fan gathered his thoughts and continued forward.
On the way, Chen Fan suddenly stopped and saw a huge Boundary Stele with the words " Neighboring Bamboo Sector " written on it.
"I remember Junior Brother Four-Eyed. The letter said that he would be here.”
Chen Fan was heading south, so he decided to visit the Four Eyes.
After all, they had not seen each other for several years.
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