Immortal Travel of Longevity

Truth be told, the greatest bond between Chen Changsheng and the Old Sword Cultivator lay in drinking.

The Old Sword Cultivator had a high tolerance for alcohol, but even he couldn't handle drinking nonstop. Once he caught a buzz, he would always spout nonsense and blather on without end.

But this time, the Old Sword Cultivator noticed a change.

In the past, whenever they drank together, Chen Changsheng never got drunk. He always maintained a shred of clarity toward the end, quietly listening to the old man nag and ramble in his cups.

Yet today, Chen Changsheng was completely sloshed, laughing loudly and spouting nonsense right back at him.

The Old Sword Cultivator froze.

Sobering up a fraction, he said, "Chen Changsheng, you've changed..."

Drunk, Chen Changsheng laughed. "Changed? How have I changed? Why didn't I notice?"

The Old Sword Cultivator chuckled. Slapping the table, he took a swig of wine and said, "Look at you. Back in the day, you'd drink with me while I talked nonsense, and you'd just listen. You never got blackout drunk. So how did you get drunk today? Look at yourself. You don't look like Mister Chen at all right now."

"Hahaha! Alright, drink!"

The Old Sword Cultivator found the atmosphere delightful. It was truly rare to have a friend willing to get dead drunk with you.

But as that cup of wine went down, Chen Changsheng's laughter abruptly stopped.

He let out a drunken burp and lowered his head.

"What's this? What's this!"

The Old Sword Cultivator urged him on, "Why are you looking down? Keep drinking!"

Chen Changsheng let out a breath and murmured, "Tell me... how did I get drunk?"

The Old Sword Cultivator paused. Seeing Chen Changsheng's thoroughly intoxicated face and hearing those words, he couldn't help but slip into a daze of his own.

"Forget it, forget it."

Chen Changsheng suddenly waved his hand. "Today's drunkenness for today, tomorrow's sorrow for tomorrow. Drink!"

The Old Sword Cultivator snapped out of his daze and laughed along.

"Cheers!"

Chen Changsheng tilted his head back, hoisted the wine jar, and poured it straight into his mouth.

He was truly drunk.

Completely and utterly drunk.

The two drank well into the night. Wine jars and cups littered the table and the floor.

Together, they had downed more than ten jars of wine.

By the end, they were both dead to the world—one slumped over the table, the other sprawled on the floor.

Reeking of alcohol, Chen Changsheng was still muttering.

"How did I get drunk..."

"How did I get drunk..."

"Heh..."

Not even knowing what he was mumbling about, he fell into a deep, groggy sleep.

All his sorrows dissipated the moment the drunkenness took hold.

Wine could drown sorrows. Wine could drown sorrows...

Time had rendered this Mister unlike his former self.

A long, long time ago, a single jug of wine was enough to make this Mister forget his troubles and woes.

But now, even drinking himself into a stupor was useless. He would still remember those trivial things.

The people who had left, the things that had changed.

Beneath the weight of the years, this melancholy had long since piled up at the bottom of Chen Changsheng's heart. A thousand methods were no longer enough to wear this sorrow away.

...

In the end, Chen Changsheng and the Old Sword Cultivator were carried back to Sword Mountain.

It was all thanks to the Xiao Er at the local tavern recognizing the Old Sword Cultivator. He had hurriedly run up Sword Mountain to deliver the news, allowing the disciples on the mountain to learn of the situation.

Yu Hongdou and Jiang Chengxiu each carried one of them back to Sword Mountain.

Jiang Chengxiu had also settled their tab. Over a dozen jars of wine had cost quite a few silver taels.

"Sigh..."

Jiang Chengxiu sighed helplessly. "Elder Jing is really a headache. How many times does this make it?"

Yu Hongdou blinked and laughed wryly. "I got dragged into it this time too."

Jiang Chengxiu looked at the two drunken seniors before him, feeling thoroughly exasperated.

"If they were my peers, I'd definitely give them each a good kick," he said.

Yu Hongdou hurriedly shushed him. "Senior Brother, hush. You can't say things like that. The elder and this Mister might hear you."

Jiang Chengxiu dropped the subject and said, "I heard Mister Chen reforged a sword for you?"

"Does Senior Brother want to see it?"

"Yeah, I'd like to take a look."

Jiang Chengxiu paused before adding, "Mister Chen is different from others. Back in the day, I actually received a few sword stances from him. They were incomparably profound."

Hearing this, Yu Hongdou took the sword off his back but didn't unwrap it. "Senior Brother, I'm a little afraid to untie it. I'm scared it'll run away."

"Run away?"

Jiang Chengxiu was momentarily stunned, somewhat confused.

Only then did Yu Hongdou explain what he had experienced today. Ever since Mister Chen had reforged it, this sword had stopped listening to orders. If he wanted to go east, the sword would pull west, completely acting against him.

Jiang Chengxiu abruptly shot to his feet.

His mouth fell open, his eyes full of disbelief.

"It's alive!"

Jiang Chengxiu blurted out, unable to stop himself from staring at the cloth-wrapped sword.

"Huh?" Yu Hongdou didn't understand.

"An Immortal Sword!" Jiang Chengxiu looked at Yu Hongdou and said, "This is an Immortal Sword, do you understand?!"

"Like Senior Brother's sword?"

"No, no, no!"

Jiang Chengxiu retorted, "It's not the same. It's completely different! This is a truly sentient sword! My sword has a spirit, but not that kind of spirit! You can think of it this way: this sword—it's alive!"

Yu Hongdou froze upon hearing this, failing to process it for a moment.

Yet Jiang Chengxiu understood better than anyone, because he had once possessed a sword exactly like that—a truly living sword!

Calming himself a little, Jiang Chengxiu sat back down and talked about how he had first stepped onto Sword Mountain.

Back then, it was precisely because he had picked up the Listening Rain Sword that he was able to step onto the immortal path and achieve what he had today. As for what a truly living sword was like, he couldn't be clearer.

This was a completely different concept from the Immortal Swords wielded by most Sword Immortals.

The more Yu Hongdou listened, the more dazed he felt.

Suddenly, the sword in his hands felt as if it were burning hot.

Alive...

He believed that swords had spirits and could connect with their masters' minds, but he had never seen a truly living sword before.

Jiang Chengxiu said, "This is a massive stroke of fortune! And you still haven't even realized it. Sigh..."

Yu Hongdou replied, "But Senior Brother, this sword... it doesn't listen to me."

Jiang Chengxiu reached out and knocked him on the head. "You should look for the reason within yourself. Look at you. How many years have you been on the mountain, and how much of the sword dao have you comprehended? Swords also have their pride. Never mind this Immortal Sword, even the swords left behind by the seniors in the Back Mountain will choose their Sword Cultivators."

Yu Hongdou finally understood.

He looked down at it.

So...

This sword kind of looked down on him?

How could this be?

Yu Hongdou said, "You disdain me? But I carried you all this way. How can you disdain me?"

He paused for a moment, recalling the time he had first encountered this sword.

This sword was somewhat special.

Out of all the swords in his sword box, this was the only one he had bought.

At this moment, Yu Hongdou seemed to realize something.

"So it turns out, I'm just its next master..."

Only at this moment did Yu Hongdou finally take this sword seriously.

"Then who was your previous master?"

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