Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 68 Going Home for Vacation

In Jiang Fang's hands were two dark blue liquor bottles; judging from the brand name, they were from a large country in the north.

It's well known that the liquor there is extremely strong!

Don't assume that martial artists can't get drunk. Nowadays, the brewing materials are high-end, and there are even wines brewed with precious herbs and spirits, but not many people can afford them.

"Shall we have a couple of drinks?"

Jiang Fang opened both bottles of wine while she was talking.

Ning Ze felt a toothache. He had drunk too much alcohol, even regular drinks at the last welcome party, and he didn't know how he got through the night.

He wanted to refuse, but seeing Jiang Fang's domineering attitude and the pitiful look that hinted at her sadness, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay."

"It's been many years," Jiang Fang said, pouring wine for the two of them, her eyes filled with reminiscence.

Ning Ze sensed something was wrong, and then his wine glass was bumped.

"Come on, cheers!"

Ning Ze steeled himself and picked up the wine glass. He wanted to take a small sip and put it down, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to be both displeased and slightly threatening. He could only take one sip.

"Life is cruel now, but compared to before, it's definitely a blessing. My parents died shortly after I was born, from the R virus, and then the even more terrifying RR virus, with an extremely high mortality rate. Two adults in poor health didn't survive, but I did..."

Jiang Fang continued talking to herself, while Ning Ze kept his head down and ate his meal.

Having learned from his previous experience of getting drunk, he researched ways to avoid getting drunk, such as filling his stomach, taking some hangover cures, or achieving a physical level surpassing that of a war god.

He didn't have any hangover cures, and the last method he mentioned was just the poster talking nonsense. He could only fill his stomach first!

"clang!"

The clinking of the wine glasses was crisp and clear, and Jiang Fang was filled with an air of reminiscence.

Ning Ze silently picked up his wine glass and took a small sip. When he cautiously looked up, Jiang Fang was staring at him intently, her gaze seemingly saying that he was boring, a man who didn't even dare to drink. He could only take another sip.

"Back then, the adults didn't seem to be in good health. My parents were both dead. I've been in an orphanage since I can remember. Children were considered a burden in those times, but even though I was so young, they never abandoned me. There were many other children with me. We were a burden, and many people died because of us. It's been like that since I was a child..."

"We were only a little older when the base city was established. We worked hard to cultivate and hoped to become martial artists. Fortunately, there were two talented children in our orphanage of over a hundred people..."

Ning Ze silently ate a bite of food. He had already guessed who it was. Besides Jiang Fang, the other one should be her husband.

"clang!"

Ning Ze felt a chill run down his spine. Jiang Fang had already picked up her wine glass and was drinking with a reminiscing look in her eyes. His lips twitched, and he also picked up his glass and took a sip.

Now that things have come to this, if he runs away early or doesn't drink, Jiang Fang will definitely hate him to death.

"We trained together...and gradually grew up. The base city continued to improve, life began to become wonderful, and the people once again lived a stable and happy life...We became martial artists together, and could follow our predecessors to hunt monsters in the wilderness..."

The story was long. Jiang Fang talked about the changes in the base city and recounted their story. Ning Ze felt a little dizzy. They had already finished the first two bottles, but Jiang Fang opened two more!

Ning Ze felt a chill run down his spine. "Teacher, drink less."

"clang!"

The clinking of the wine glasses was still crisp and clear.

Ning Ze was speechless. Jiang Fang finished tasting it carefully, her eyes looking terrifyingly frightening.

Helpless, he could only slurp down a sip, downing a third of the glass. When he looked up, Jiang Fang's large, misty eyes were staring straight at him, as if to say, "Drink the same amount as me!"

Ning Ze closed his eyes and rubbed his scalp. "Drink up, get drunk early and go to sleep early. Consider it a way to relax." He took another sip, filling the glass less than halfway down, and casually put it down. He had come to terms with it; a good, hearty drink was a novel experience.

"We also train half the time, starting battles at dawn, resting during the day, and then training our genetic energy after battles at night..."

……

"The last time we went to the wilderness, we planned to get married. He said he would marry me after we came back! I was filled with joy, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at night... We stepped out of the base city... but he went to save me..."

Ning Ze vaguely heard a heart-wrenching roar, followed by sobbing. His mind pieced together fragmented memories of Teacher Jiang Fang's experiences over the years, and in his final hazy state, he felt a beautiful figure pull him up.

"it's over."

With this thought flashing through his mind, Ning Ze completely lost consciousness.

the next day.

Ning Ze's consciousness awoke from the chaos as if he had crossed time; his thoughts remained stuck in the last moment.

The next moment, his body and mind were fully restored. He felt the softness of the bed and smelled the faint fragrance of gardenias. Ning Ze was completely astonished.

Open your eyes.

The room was laid out before him: elegant, antique decor, a snow-white bed... This was not his room!

Fortunately, his clothes were neat and tidy, which made him feel at ease.

"I'm relatively safe in the training camp. If I can't stay sober in the future, I will never touch alcohol again!" Ning Ze said as if making a vow.

This feeling of being drunk is not like being asleep. Even if the wine is good, he wouldn't get drunk. After waking up, he doesn't have a headache and feels refreshed and relaxed, but there is a feeling that his memory has been cut off, as if he is a different person.

He will wake up if he is asleep and there is any noise. When he is drunk, he knows nothing. This makes him feel very insecure and will also wear down his will.

Ning Ze got out of bed, not daring to look around anymore. He walked out of the room with an embarrassed expression. The attic was very quiet, and the clattering sound of his shoes on the wooden planks echoed in the attic.

He walked down the stairs, but there was still no one there. Looking out the window, he saw that the sun had risen early, and it must be 8:45 a.m. now.

"Was I drunk for that long?"

Ning Ze frowned slightly and looked around the living room. The food the two of them had eaten on the dining table yesterday had been cleaned up, obviously by Teacher Jiang Fang last night or this morning.

Ning Ze sent Jiang Fang an apology message, explaining that he couldn't hold his liquor, and promised not to tell anyone about what happened last night. Finally, he said goodbye.

Afterwards, he left the attic. Today he still had to have someone deliver the dragon blood. He couldn't just leave such a treasure lying around; it would be too painful if someone used it.

The life-giving water he had asked Manager Dongfang to buy for his father had already been used, first causing his severed arm to regenerate and then giving him a significant boost in strength. He believed that this dragon blood would be an immense surprise for his father.

In the basement of the attic, Jiang Fang, with her hair disheveled and wearing a purple nightgown, slumped on the cold floor. She leaned against the iron door of the secret room, her body weakly supporting her weight on the ground. Her long, shapely legs peeked out from under her nightgown, and a large expanse of snow-white skin was revealed at the open collar.

"bite."

A clear, ethereal notification sound echoed in the meditation room.

The sound seemed to have triggered some kind of signal.

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

Drops of crystal-clear liquid fell onto the floor, shattering and scattering in all directions.

The source was a stunningly beautiful face obscured by disheveled hair. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, gathering at her chin before finally falling uncontrollably.

Tears flowed continuously, eventually soaking her fair palms. Jiang Fang seemed oblivious, her body remaining motionless in one position.

At this moment, her thoughts were in complete disarray, and her bloodshot eyes held an extremely complex expression: regret, self-blame, sadness, despair, emptiness... She remained in a daze for a long time...

It's been so long...

10:30 a.m.

A passenger plane from Hongning Base City landed at the main airport of Gangnam Base City.

Ning Ze pulled his suitcase and followed the flow of people out of the passenger plane. He took a taxi to the train station, and after more than an hour, he took the same taxi to the entrance of Mingyue Community.

From afar, he saw a beautiful young woman without makeup standing at the entrance of the residential area. She looked around and her eyes lit up when she saw him. Then she ran towards him.

After Ning Ze got out of the car, he immediately opened his arms to greet her. Shu Yi leaned against his chest and said affectionately, "I missed you so much."

"I miss you too." Ning Ze smiled happily. "Let's go home first."

"it is good."

"Has anything happened at home lately?"

We are all fine.

Upon returning home, there were two more cheers. Li Wan and Ning Qianqian were overjoyed, while Ning Hua, with a smug look on his face, casually asked, "You're back. How was it there?"

Ning Ze observed his father's condition and realized that the regeneration of the severed limbs had indeed restored his father's confidence.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment before replying, "It's alright. I'm cultivating there and at home, so life is pretty much the same. But there are treasures in the ancient ruins there, so my cultivation speed will be much faster." He smiled mysteriously and added, "Dad, I brought you a treasure."

"Baby?" Ning Hua's expression changed, and he said nervously, "You want to give me the things the training camp gave you? No way, how can I use your cultivation resources?" He shook his head like a rattle drum.

Ning Ze smiled slightly and explained, "It's not something rare, and it's no longer useful to me. I could have bought it for you, but the training camp gave it to me, which saved me a lot of money."

"It's useless to you now?" Ning Hua looked somewhat suspicious and asked curiously, "What thing?"

Ning Ze didn't say anything, but squatted down and opened the suitcase. The whole family looked over curiously. Finally, he took out a wooden box from the suitcase and handed it to Ning Hua.

"What is this? They're keeping it so secret, it's quite a demonstration." Ning Hua opened the wooden box, revealing a test tube filled with a third of a golden liquid. "What is this? A gene serum?"

"More or less," Ning Ze said casually. "This is a portion of dragon blood. I was rewarded with two portions at the training camp, and I've already used them. The effects were quite good! But if you use it, Dad, it should double your strength, right?"

Ning Hua's eyes widened, and his hands trembled slightly. He said in disbelief, "This is dragon blood? Dragon blood worth 800 billion Chinese yuan?"

"Yes, this is dragon blood, but it's useless to me now."

Ning Ze's tone was very calm. He spent 2 million on meals at the training camp, and then there was nowhere else to spend money. He could practice the secret manuals for free, and he had three sets of combat uniforms. He didn't lack anything at all.

He wasn't even short of money. He already had 50 billion RMB, won another 50 billion RMB from the gambling war, and had hunted more than ten lord-level monsters in the past three months, which added up to 50 billion RMB. In addition, he had over 60 billion RMB from ordinary beast generals.

His power-generating techniques are still being purchased, and he's thinking of saving up to buy a King-class intelligent fighter jet when he graduates, which is the only thing he needs money for.

Li Wan and Shu Yi were shocked. 800 billion. Ning Ze had indeed earned that much before, but for a treasure to be worth 800 billion was still beyond their imagination. They were also shocked by the effect of the dragon blood, which doubled their strength. Even though they were not strong, they understood the meaning behind it.

Ning Qianqian's eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny stars as she stared at the dragon blood, blinking rapidly as if she were looking at a pile of money.

"Dad, you should use it first. This thing is quite expensive, and keeping it will cause trouble. There's an instruction manual inside, but it's a bit painful to use. You'd better go to the training room," Ning Ze suggested.

"It really doesn't work for you anymore?" Ning Hua still couldn't believe it. How could such a good thing have no effect on people? If it were useful to Ning Ze, he would never have used it.

Ning Ze felt a warm feeling and confidently raised his head slightly, saying, "Dad, you don't know my strength, do you? My physical attributes are at the intermediate level of a War God. Even if you hadn't used this thing before, its effect on me would be negligible."

"A mid-level war god!"

"A mid-level war god!"

Li Wan and the others were stunned. They left as mid-level warriors, but returned as mid-level war gods. They advanced a whole level in just two months? Is cultivation in the elite training camp really that fast?

Under Ning Ze's persuasion, Ning Hua finally used the dragon blood. Such a treasure was truly too precious to leave unused. The guards in Mingyue Community were only at the warrior level. If anyone knew that their family possessed dragon blood, they would surely be tempted to use it.

Ning Ze had lunch with his family, and then he sat in the yard leisurely watching the news from Yangzhou District.

Inside the training camp, all he did was cultivate. For some time now, he hadn't paid attention to any news from the outside world. He did look at things selectively, mostly news from the vicinity of Yangzhou City.

"A rat swarm near City 0231? What incredible luck! If I remember correctly, this city is near the base city, right? There seems to be a military district there too?"

Ning Ze shook his head with regret, "This War God Lu Gang is really unlucky. He can even encounter a rat swarm near the base city."

He paused for a moment, then added, "But he deserved it. He must have discovered some treasure and couldn't control his desires. Without the corresponding strength, he dared to charge into the rat horde. Who else would die if not him? Otherwise, the God of War's strength is at least close to the speed of sound, and even a lord-level monster couldn't stop him."

It's difficult for the God of War to hunt down lord monsters because the monsters can run away. Similarly, it's also difficult for the God of War to die. It would be foolish not to run if you can't beat them. If you're focused on running away, the God of War's chances of survival are much higher than the monster's. The God of War can call for help!

Ning Ze was on guard, thinking to himself, "It's too late for Lu Gang to run away. Martial artists cannot be careless in the slightest. If I don't have the strength to surpass the God of War, I would also have to run away as soon as I encounter a King-level monster."

"There's a very small chance of encountering a King-level monster near Hongning Base City, but we still need to be vigilant. At my current cultivation progress, I should be able to reach the peak of the War God realm in another six months, at which point I should be fearless against King-level monsters."

(End of this chapter)