It was only thanks to Fatty Tang's carefree nature, his broad mind, and a certain optimism that he carried through life. /|()Super fast updates/|\ Even after being scolded, beaten, or told off to the point of suicidal despair, once he returned to his room and slept on it, everything would instantly clear up and blow away like smoke in the wind; had it been someone prone to brooding, they might have already looped through several reincarnations with a rope looped over the rafters.

Of course, terms like optimistic, light-hearted, and smoke in the wind were mostly the official narrative. The fatso was simply peeling one side of his face off and slapping it onto the other—one side two-faced, the other utterly shameless!

This time, the fatty had finally used the Mid-Autumn Festival as an excuse to sneak out from home, and the first thing he did was find Jun Xie to vent his grievances. Jun Xie was currently racking his brain over what exactly he was holding, and when Fatty Tang arrived, the two were like kindred spirits—a perfect match. They clapped hands, draped arms over each other's shoulders, and headed straight to the Drunken Immortal Tower, shouting for a few small dishes and settling in for a drink.

Fatty Tang would take a gulp of wine, let out three heavy sighs, then point his fingers—as red and thick as water radishes—toward the heavens and earth to curse everything, before taking another drink. This cycle repeated endlessly... The language he used was fierce, the words venomous, the hatred deeply ingrained, and his complaints sounded as mournful as a widow who had spent a lifetime unfulfilled...

Every guest on the upper floor turned to stare! Even the guards nearby averted their heads, adopting an expression as if they didn't know the man: following such a young master was truly... beneath them...

Young Master Jun also glanced over. Although the great young master was usually composed, the person the fatty was cursing seemed to include him. Yet, he had to pretend to be oblivious and hold his tongue, unable to lash out. How could he not look away!

“Tell me, Fatty, what exactly did your family lose? You look so deeply wronged that it’s making me lose my taste for this wine,” Jun Xie frowned, staring at the cup before him. He truly couldn't drink it. Being insulted was one thing; given the composure of the great assassin Jun, a moment of discomfort would pass. But this wine, while fragrant, tasted as bland as water, possessing not the slightest kick of alcohol—like swill. It was truly giving Jun Xie a massive headache!

If Jun Xie were to rate this wine, it was like an entire bottle of perfume, not only cheap but also expired, being poured over him by a woman even more imposing than Tang Yuan.

Drinking this awful brew, Jun Xie couldn't help but recall the wine he had at Old Song the Third’s small shop on that rainy night—the garbage wine that Jun Xie had utterly dismissed. Now, looking back, he actually felt a touch of longing.

It’s true what they say: comparing people makes you die of envy, and comparing goods makes you throw them away. Even though this wine was barely palatable to Jun Xie and couldn't compare to the fine spirits of his previous life, he finally understood that what that person had said—that this wine was rare even in the entire capital and sold in limited quantities—was actually... true!

Jun Xie's idea of brewing his own wine suddenly became crystal clear! He seemed to have forgotten about the mash after fermentation. Calculating the days... sweat, the initial output should be ready in the next few days, right? He needed to get his new batch out, even if it wasn't to make money, it was so he had something decent to drink!

If I have to keep drinking this garbage wine, how am I supposed to live! When I brew my wine, damn it, I’ll sell it in limited quantities too—ten thousand silver taels per jar. Buy it or don't, I don't care! I’ll drink one jar while looking at the other, and if I really can’t finish it, I’ll feed it to the pigs! Damn it, this is truly unbearable!

Jun Xie pinched his nose and forced a cup of the "trash" down, harboring malicious thoughts. Given his perverse nature, if his temper flared, it wasn't impossible that he might actually feed his fine wine to the pigs...

“Sigh...” Tang Yuan hesitated to speak. His round, chubby face, smooth like a boiled egg, contorted into a look of agony: “Third Young Master..., brother is truly suffering. You say those bastards, who else could they frame but me? I curse their ancestors eighteen generations deep, I will never let them off in this life! And those damned thieves, they stole something from my family, why does Grandfather blame me? I curse those thieves... I curse their whole families to be crippled...”

As he spoke, he grew more agitated. Recalling the painful matter, Tang Yuan stood up fiercely, bringing a massive ripple of flesh down with his thigh as he stomped heavily onto the chair he was sitting on. His entire body of fat shook monumentally, and he roared toward the sky with a ferocious expression! Fortunately, the tables and chairs in the Drunken Immortal Tower were of decent quality and could withstand the weight of the fatso!

Jun Xie could barely handle it. He covered his face in pain, genuinely wishing he could cover his face and flee—being around this fatty was too embarrassing...

The entire third floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower fell instantly silent! Everyone turned to look at this lump of fat trembling with agitation.

Panting, Tang Yuan took his foot off the chair and, without wiping anything, plopped heavily back down, raising his cup for a deep swig.

“Third Young Master, what my family lost this time is no small thing!” Tang Yuan’s face was twisted: “Because of this thing, I’ve been severely punished for the last four or five days. Old Master has disciplined me at least ten times. The old man chased me around, beating me mercilessly with a thick stick. Can you imagine me like this... can I even run fast? Look at your brother, look how much weight I’ve lost.” Tang Yuan gestured mournfully at his body. Sitting down, his belly hung soft and low, completely covering his knees...

“Uh... you have indeed lost a lot of weight,” Jun Xie said insincerely, immediately adding, “Look how much weight you’ve lost, your face doesn’t even have wrinkles anymore.”

Tang Yuan spat, shaking his head. He had intended to pique Jun Xie’s curiosity, but Jun Xie didn't press further. Even though it was a shameful matter, Tang Yuan had suffered so much because of it that he naturally had a desperate need to pour it all out. Otherwise, why would he have shamelessly dragged Jun Xie out?

“It was a Profound Core! A Profound Core, Third Young Master!” Tang Yuan leaned close to Jun Xie’s ear and whispered lowly, “And it was the Profound Core of a peak ninth-level Profound Beast! This is a heaven-defying treasure!”

“It’s just a Profound Core, I thought it was something important.” Jun Xie’s heart skipped a beat, but he turned his head with feigned indifference: “What’s so great about that? I have one right here.”

“Do you think it’s some common piece from the fifth or sixth level? What you have in your hand can compare to what my family lost?” Tang Yuan scoffed: “Let me tell you, the one missing from my family is the absolute top-tier Profound Core of a ninth-level beast. If this news got out, the entire world would shake! If a Earth Profound expert consumed a ninth-level Profound Core, it could send them from the initial stage of Earth Profound straight to the peak of Heaven Profound! If a mid-stage Heaven Profound expert consumed it, they could even jump straight to the Supreme Divine Profound Realm! The Supreme Divine Profound, Third Young Master, that’s a master whose name is counted on one hand across the entire world!” Fatty Tang used his short, stout hands to make an exaggerated embracing gesture, implying this encompassed the whole world.

“Does it really have such potency?” Jun Xie’s heart thumped, but he looked at Tang Yuan with feigned doubt: “Are you exaggerating so much even in front of me? If it were truly that effective, wouldn't every merchant guild in the world be selling them madly?!”

“Whoever the hell is bluffing dies with their whole family!” Tang Yuan felt deeply insulted, swearing to the heavens and vowing on the earth, patting his chest until his fat face turned bright red: “Selling madly? Do you think there are many of these things in the world? If they weren't so incredibly rare, would my old man be this furious? Damn it, I must have chosen the wrong person to complain to!” When the fatty got worked up, the habitual curse word ‘damn it’ clung to his mouth without ceasing.

“Oh... I truly sympathize with you, damn it,” Jun Xie let out a long "Oh," echoing the curse word reflexively. His mind was swiftly calculating. If this was truly such a heaven-defying treasure, then he really couldn't return it to the Tang family. If this object could create a supreme expert for his own family, wouldn't that be a far better use than letting it go to waste in the Tang family?

Tang Yuan, his eyes red, grimaced. He felt that in the past few days, only Jun Xie had been willing to listen to his woes. Suddenly, he felt a surge of emotion, violently blew his nose, and casually flicked the snot away with a slap. Just as he was about to say a few heartfelt words to Jun Xie, at that very moment—

“Who? Who the hell is throwing snot around? Damn it, stand out for me! See if I don’t exterminate your entire clan, damn it!” A sharp voice, filled with extreme anger and unparalleled exasperation, rang out...