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Chapter 1752: Chapter 138 Our Immortal Emperor Arrives!

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“Since you’re already here, don’t be in a hurry to leave.” The Demon Emperor looked at Wang Fugui amiably, his tone as natural as if he were chatting with a younger member of his family, “I haven’t seen such an interesting kid like you for a long time. Do you play chess?”

“Well… I know a little.” Wang Fugui glanced at his face, maintaining a composed and courteous demeanor, and said, “If Your Majesty is interested, I can play a couple of games with you.”

“Not interested.” The Demon Emperor shook his head and said, “I’ve always had trouble calming my mind and find playing chess the most annoying. I can’t stand those people who pretend to be profound when facing a chessboard.”

Wang Fugui was at a loss for words.

Your Majesty, if you don’t like playing chess, why bring it up? Are you trying to mess with me?

“That old guy Yongxi likes playing chess, and he says something like ’the chessboard is like the world, with formations, calculations, strategies, battles, and sacrifices.’” The Demon Emperor, with his hands behind his back, spoke with a sense of sarcasm amidst his feelings, “He talks a good game, but isn’t he stuck in the little corner of the Yan Kingdom, melancholic his whole life? While I, on the other hand, have taken control of the Demonic Dynasty, stirring the clouds and rain with a wave of my hand.”

“In my opinion, the most important thing is still having a strong fist, as the saying goes, ’one force can overcome ten strategies.’ Any conspiracy or scheme is futile in the face of absolute power. Fugui, do you agree?”

“Your Majesty has your understanding and perspective, after all, you are one of the top combatants among the Human race, anyone who dares not submit is obliterated with a punch.” Wang Fugui sighed, “For small figures like us, sometimes it’s unavoidable to calculate more, to make full use of limited resources.”

“Do you like drinking tea?” The Demon Emperor suddenly changed the topic.

“Well… I do like it.” Wang Fugui nodded honestly, “Drinking tea can calm the mind, cultivating a stable and unhurried character.”

“You are very right; this is why I don’t like tea, and hence my impatient nature, often resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement.” The Demon Emperor agreed wholeheartedly, “Unfortunately, as I am currently a God Sense projection here, I can’t have tea with you, let’s drink wine instead.”

Wang Fugui was speechless.

Your Majesty, Demon Emperor, what kind of logic is this~ your projection can’t have tea, yet it can have wine?

Not only did he have this feeling, but Old Uncle Hai and Jia Bao Princess also exchanged bewildered glances.

When the Demon Emperor’s projection suddenly arrived, they were initially dazed, but naturally, it turned into wild joy. However, who would have thought that after all the nonsense, the Demon Emperor would want to drink with Wang Fugui?

“Though I am young and not good with alcohol, if Your Majesty wants to drink, I can accompany you for a couple of glasses.” Wang Fugui rummaged in his Storage Ring and pulled out a jar of wine and a set of wine utensils.

This wine was a precious vintage, the [Golden Marrow Amber Paste], looted from the Imperial Palace treasury.

This wine is brewed from various precious Spiritual Medicines and Immortal Grade Spirit Rice, and it’s said to be over ten thousand years old. Over the Epoch’s evaporation, the wine takes on a golden amber paste-like hue, and each sip is immensely beneficial for Profound Martial cultivators.

There are only ten jars left, and in the past, only the newly ascended Emperor of South Yan could qualify to open a jar. Now, Wang Fugui has swept them all up.

Originally, he intended to take them back to honor his elders…

“Let this old servant serve the distinguished guests.” Old Uncle Hai approached, bringing tables and chairs to seat the guests, then poured them each a cup.

The Demon Emperor sat with pleasure, raising the wine cup and downing it in one go.

His broad black sleeves swept across the tabletop, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding an inexplicable nonchalance and freedom.

After drinking three glasses in a row, he finally stopped, sighing with admiration, “What a [Golden Marrow Amber Paste]. I only ever drank half a jar of this when Yongxi was enthroned. This wine is too potent, with intense medicinal properties. Fugui, you’re still young; half a cup is enough, too much will harm you.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern.”

Wang Fugui sipped a little, sensing the amber paste dissolve in his mouth, spreading through his body like wildfire, making his Bloodline surge and opening up all his pores.

With each breath, it seemed as though a significant amount of turbid air was expelled from his body.

The wine was excellent, but given Wang Fugui’s current physique, he indeed couldn’t drink much, so he took occasional sips, accompanying the Demon Emperor.

Meanwhile, he listened to the Demon Emperor ramble on about his youthful friendship with Emperor Yongxi, from meeting in their youth, causing trouble together, wooing girls, and then fighting on the outer realm battlefields.

The wine fostered conversation, and the Demon Emperor seemed to have not talked about these for a long time, once he started, he was unstoppable.

Wang Fugui had to patiently listen to his chatter, occasionally chiming in with flattering remarks, while thinking to himself.

The Demon Emperor in his youth seemed to be a rebellious scoundrel, fighting everywhere and causing trouble; if he were born in the Wang family, his legs would probably have been broken countless times by the Old Ancestor.

Unknowingly, the last gulp of wine also went down the Demon Emperor’s throat.

He put down his cup and contentedly exhaled, “Fugui boy, now you know how close I am with Yongxi, right? You sure are bold~ daring to lead troops to attack the Yan Kingdom’s Imperial Palace, and looting everywhere.”

“Your Majesty is mistaken.” Wang Fugui seemed to have anticipated this, calmly saying, “In war, plundering enemy nation’s wealth is a conventional tactic to bolster oneself and weaken the enemy. Could it be that during battles, Your Majesty leaves the enemy’s territory untouched? Ultimately, it’s because South Yan was too arrogant, revealing a huge flaw, giving me the opportunity.”

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