The purpose of Wei Wuji’s visit to the Undead Mountain this time was precisely that supreme opportunity in the Hengduan Mountains. Hearing Wu Hua’s words, a glint flashed across his eyes.
Originally, Wei Wuji had joined forces with Pei Gang, Tuoba Xiong, and An Ruoxi for two reasons. First, he wanted to borrow the power behind these geniuses to help him ascend to the throne of the Great Wei Emperor.
Second, he wanted to obtain that supreme inheritance in the Hengduan Mountains.
Unexpectedly, halfway through, a Ye Changsheng had appeared out of nowhere.
Ye Changsheng had consecutively killed Pei Gang, Tuoba Xiong, and An Ruoxi. Even Wei Wuji himself had nearly died, left with only his primordial spirit. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Wu Hua had saved his life.
Wei Wuji was well aware that Wu Hua’s strength surpassed his own. If he cooperated with Wu Hua, there would indeed be a great chance of obtaining that supreme inheritance.
The only question was, could this monk be trusted?
Wei Wuji felt some misgivings in his heart.
Seeing that Wei Wuji remained silent, Wu Hua continued, “You know Ye Changsheng’s strength very well. In a one-on-one fight, you are no match for him. Moreover, he has now allied himself with Yun Xi, making him even harder to deal with. I am not boasting, but apart from this little monk, no one can stop them.”
“Therefore, joining forces with me is your only chance.”
“Many years ago, your father and my master worked together and obtained an opportunity in the Hengduan Mountains. Today, if you and I join forces, what harm is there in that?”
Wei Wuji also knew that Wu Hua was right. Only by cooperating with Wu Hua did he stand a chance of obtaining the opportunity.
After a moment of silence.
Wei Wuji asked, “There is only one supreme opportunity. Once obtained, who does it belong to?”
“That35 “That will depend on each of our fortunes,” Wu Hua said. “After we obtain the supreme opportunity, we let it choose its own master. How about that?”
Wei Wuji asked, “If the supreme opportunity chooses one of us, then the other person will have contributed effort yet gained nothing. What then?”
“That is easy to resolve,” Wu Hua said. “If in the end you obtain the supreme opportunity and this little monk returns empty-handed, then Prince Wei, you must promise to do one thing for this little monk.”
“As for what that thing is, this little monk has not yet decided, but it will definitely be within your ability to accomplish. When the day comes that I need you, you must not refuse.”
“Similarly, if this little monk obtains the supreme opportunity and you return empty-handed, then this little monk will also do one thing for you.”
“As long as it is within this little monk’s ability, I will not refuse either.”
“What do you say?”
Wei Wuji’s eyes lit up. Wu Hua’s meaning was clear: whoever obtained the supreme opportunity would owe the other person one favour.
“If I obtain the supreme opportunity, I will surely soar to the heavens in a single leap. Promising to do one thing for Wu Hua would be nothing at all.”
“If I do not obtain the inheritance, having Wu Hua help me ascend to the throne of the Great Wei Emperor should not be difficult either.”
“In other words, no matter whether I obtain the opportunity or not, this trip will not be in vain.”
Wei Wuji looked at Wu Hua and asked, “Can I trust your word?”
Wu Hua gave a faint smile, placed his palms together, and declared, “Amitabha. Monks do not lie!”
“Very well, I will cooperate with you,” Wei Wuji agreed.
Wu Hua smiled and said, “I knew Prince Wei was a wise man and would never miss this opportunity.”
“Put me down. I need to restore my physical body,” Wei Wuji said.
Wu Hua released Wei Wuji’s primordial spirit. Immediately, Wei Wuji sat cross-legged and began restoring his flesh.
Taking advantage of the moment, Wu Hua walked over to the campfire. The firewood was still burning, and above the flames hung the remaining thousands-of-li red serpent that Elder Longbrow and the others had not finished eating. There were still several hundred jin left, and the rich aroma of meat assaulted the nostrils, whetting the appetite.
Wu Hua tore off a piece of snake meat and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a couple of times, he felt comfort throughout his entire body.
“As expected of a demon beast. The taste is truly excellent.”
Wu Hua began devouring large mouthfuls. Then he noticed the beer bottles discarded on the ground.
“Eh, what is this?”
Wu Hua picked up a beer bottle, held it to his nose, and sniffed. A puzzled look appeared in his eyes. “This seems to be some kind of special wine. I wonder how it tastes?”
Wu Hua glanced around and, among the beer bottles, found several that were still unopened.
He uncapped one and took a gentle sip.
“What kind of wine is this? The flavour is so light. Still, it is rather pleasant.” Having said that, Wu Hua drained the bottle in one go.
“Refreshing!” Wu Hua exclaimed loudly after finishing it, then opened another bottle and downed it in a single gulp.
“I never imagined the Qingyun Sword Sect possessed such fine liquor. When I destroy the Qingyun Sword Sect in the future, I must drink my fill.”
Having spoken, Wu Hua turned to glance at Wei Wuji and saw that the prince’s physical body had already recovered halfway.
Shortly afterwards, Wei Wuji took out a medicinal pill, swallowed it, and soon intense light burst from his body. In less than three minutes, his flesh was fully restored.
At the same time, the clear ringing of swords emanated from Wei Wuji’s body.
“Natural sword body? Interesting.”
A strange gleam flashed through Wu Hua’s eyes. He then tore off another piece of snake meat and tossed it to Wei Wuji, saying, “Prince Wei, try some.”
Wei Wuji caught the snake meat, examined it for a moment, and asked, “This is An Ruoxi’s thousands-of-li red serpent?”
“Correct,” Wu Hua replied with a smile. “The texture is quite good. It is only a pity that the demon beast’s inner core was taken.”
Wei Wuji tentatively ate two bites of the snake meat, then began wolfing it down. In the blink of an eye, a large chunk of snake meat had disappeared into his stomach.
“This prince has never eaten demon beast before. I never expected demon beast meat to be this delicious. When the opportunity arises in the future, I must go to the Southern Ridge, capture many demon beasts, bring them back, and roast them.”
Having spoken, Wei Wuji stepped forward himself, tore off several more pieces of snake meat, and ate them ravenously.
“Prince Wei, try this,” Wu Hua said, handing Wei Wuji a bottle of beer.
It was also Wei Wuji’s first time encountering beer. He was cautious and did not drink it immediately. Instead, he sniffed it and asked, “Wine?”
Wu Hua said, “This should be a fine liquor brewed by the Qingyun Sword Sect. This little monk drank several bottles just now. The flavour is quite unique and very enjoyable.”
Wei Wuji glanced down and indeed saw several beer bottles at Wu Hua’s feet. No longer hesitating, he tilted his head back and took a swig.
“Good wine!” Wei Wuji declared. “Although this wine is light in flavour and not strongly alcoholic, when paired with snake meat, it has a distinctive charm.”
“I never expected those people from the Qingyun Sword Sect to know how to enjoy themselves.”
With that, Wei Wuji drained the beer in one go and continued eating meat. Gradually, he began to feel his head grow heavy and drowsiness overtake him.
“Why am I so sleepy?”
Wei Wuji yawned, rubbed his eyes, his face full of fatigue.
Seeing his state, a wickedly charming smile appeared on Wu Hua’s lips. He suddenly rose, appearing in front of Wei Wuji like a bolt of lightning.
Whoosh!
Wu Hua abruptly struck.
