Chapter 129 Only the immortals in heaven do not suffer from
the sufferings of the human world
As Arius admired the streetscape, he unconsciously found himself stepping into the Inner City of
Wallsey City.
Here, underground spiritual veins enriched the land, giving the surroundings an ethereal,
dreamlike aura—a stark contrast to the noisy, bustling Outer City.
The Inner City radiated tranquility, exuding an atmosphere of detachment from the mundane
and sublime elegance.
Lush spiritual trees, their leaves shimmering like polished jade or exuding faint, refreshing
fragrances, lined both sides of the broad streets.
“Drunken Immortal Brew! Just freshly fermented! Thirty spirit stone fragments per jar! Each jar
contains the medicinal potency of thirty Essence Purification Pills!”
“Buy ten, and we’ll throw in an extra jar for free!”
Not long after entering the Inner City, Arius’s eyes landed on a quaint, ancient-style tavern with
a sign reading “Thousand-Year Wine House.”
A young woman in a blue-green dress, exquisite in appearance, stood outside, enthusiastically
advertising the establishment’s fine spiritual liquor.
Even from several dozen zhang away, the intoxicating aroma of fine wine drifted into Arius’s
senses.
He had rarely indulged in alcohol since arriving in this world, but at this moment, as he took in
the scenery and the ambiance, an impulse stirred within him—
To sit down and drink alone.
“Young lady, bring me a jar of your ‘Drunken Immortal Brew.’”
With his hands clasped behind his back, Arius leisurely strode into the tavern.
The young woman, sensing the formidable aura emanating from him, immediately straightened
her posture, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
Though her cultivation was merely at the Early Blood Tempering stage, she had interacted with
numerous cultivators and could instantly recognize that Arius was no ordinary Early Level 1
cultivator.
“Please wait a moment, Senior.”
She turned her head and called inside.
“Azi, bring out a jar of our finest ‘Drunken Immortal Brew.’”
A moment later, a young girl with long, violet hair, seemingly no older than twelve or thirteen,
emerged from the back storeroom, carrying a large ceramic wine jar in her arms.
She wore a delicate purple dress, but the moment Arius laid eyes on her, his brows lifted slightly
in surprise.
Something was off.
This girl was clearly not human.
Her pupils…
They were a deep violet, narrow and cat-like, reminiscent of a wild lynx’s gaze!
Moreover, Arius could faintly sense a trace of demonic energy emanating from her.
A demon cultivator.
In the vast expanse of the world, spiritual beasts, ancient plants, and birds of prey could all,
through fortune and cultivation, attain sentience—and become demons.
However, attaining demonic sentience did not guarantee a path to immortality.
Take Black Mountain, Arius’s spiritual beast—it was also a demon, yet because it had not yet
achieved human form, it was still categorized as a demonic beast rather than a true demon
cultivator.
In this world, humans were the favored race, and the will of the heavens itself was aligned with
their prosperity.
Only by achieving human form could a demon be recognized as a cultivator.
To form a human body meant a chance—a small sliver of hope—to tread the path to ascension.
Yet countless spiritual beasts and ancient demons, even those who had cultivated to Level 4 or
even Level 5, still never attained the opportunity to transform into human form.
And yet…
This young girl…
Her cultivation was merely at the Early Skin Tempering stage, barely considered the beginning
of the immortal path—
Yet she had already achieved human form?
As Arius narrowed his gaze, the young girl’s chubby little face subtly tensed, a faint nervousness
flashing across her expression.
She was uneasy.
The status of demons in this world was low—even precarious.
Many orthodox cultivators in Wallsey Continent openly hunted demon cultivators, waving the
banner of “exorcising demons and eradicating evil.”
Some sought to enslave them, while others simply killed them on sight.
The young woman outside the tavern, sensing Arius’s silent scrutiny, turned back toward him
with a warm smile, as if trying to ease the tension.
“I hope Senior does not mind.”
“Azi’s original form is that of a tabby cat.”
“As a kitten, she accidentally consumed a spiritual fruit, awakening her cultivation potential.
Later… she was granted enlightenment by a powerful figure from the Alchemy Alliance, which
allowed her to take human form.”
“It was also thanks to that mysterious expert that the two of us were able to settle in Wallsey
City’s Inner City, enjoying the Alliance’s protection.”
Hearing this, Arius retrieved a low-grade spirit stone, setting it on the counter before gently
accepting the wine jar from the young girl’s hands.
To directly grant a beast-human transformation, allowing them to skip the painful and arduous
process of shaping their own form…
The one who had blessed this little girl was no ordinary cultivator.
A Level 5 cultivator?
No.
Even most Level 5 grandmasters did not possess such capabilities.
This Alchemy Alliance elder… was far more powerful than he had initially imagined.
This little girl…
She had been blessed with a rare fortune.
Arius gave her a small smile before casually finding a seat within the tavern. Settling down, he
poured himself a drink and began to drink alone.
The first time he had drunk alcohol in this cultivation world was more than ninety years ago.
He had been eighteen years old at the time.
Back then, he had been filled with youthful ambition, dreaming of carving out an extraordinary
life in this vast world.
That day, his father had come to visit him at the sect, bringing news—
He had a younger brother.
It was a joyous occasion. Yet, it was also the last time he ever saw his father.
The second time he drank…
It was also ninety years ago.
It had been within the sect, where he had met someone a senior sister.
She was the kind of woman who, once seen, became etched into one’s soul, haunting dreams
and thoughts alike.
A woman who had once captured the heart of his younger self.
But three years passed.
His talent was too poor, his cultivation going nowhere.
Yet she never abandoned him.
Then, on an expedition to a secret realm, she perished—devoured by a demonic beast.
His first love, his white moonlight, shattered like a mirror into countless pieces, lost forever.
That night, he drank again.
That was the night a young man’s hair turned white, yet his heart refused to surrender.
It was that night he first began to harbor a foolish hope—
To defy the heavens.
To cultivate, to reverse the flow of time, to undo the past…
“Sigh…”
Arius let out a long sigh, lifting his cup once more.
He could no longer even recall the reason for the third time he had drunk alone.
The Drunken Immortal Brew had a bitter aftertaste, but the spiritual energy contained within was
potent—just as the young woman had advertised, it truly rivaled thirty Essence Purification Pills
in medicinal effect.
Glass after glass, Arius did not use his spiritual power to neutralize the alcohol.
He let the drunken haze spread through his body.
In Wallsey City, there was no need for vigilance.
Even if he became completely intoxicated, no one would dare lay a hand on him.
Perhaps this was why he had suddenly felt the urge to drink.
For so many years, he had known only bloodshed and betrayal, his world filled with nothing but
slaughter and deception.
He had long since forgotten what it meant to let his guard down.
Now, as intoxication settled in, his vision blurred—
He thought he saw her face again, his senior sister’s gentle smile, fading in and out of view.
And then, in another flicker of memory, he saw his father and his mother, standing together in
the distant past.
He tried to reach out—
Tried to see them more clearly.
But just as he grasped for them, everything shattered into nothingness once more.
A deep, inescapable sorrow rose within him, filling him with a sense of infinite loss.
The years were ruthless.
The immortal path was a long and lonely one.
Even his memories—once so vivid—were now being worn away by time.
Whoosh!
The sound of rain filled the air.
Arius had no idea how long he had been drinking, nor how many jars of Drunken Immortal Brew
he had consumed.
Only when a heavy downpour suddenly cascaded from the skies outside did he finally stir from
his stupor.
“So many years have passed…”
He settled the bill, then stepped out into the rain, walking toward the depths of the storm.
The raindrops were cold against his skin.
Yet Arius made no effort to shield himself with his cultivation.
He let the rain fall upon him, drenching his robes, washing away the lingering remnants of
alcohol and past regrets.
Tonight, as he walked through the storm, something within him changed.
A slight yet undeniable shift in his state of mind.
This world was never fair.
Perfection did not exist.
Regret was the natural state of life.
Even among cultivators, even those who pursued immortality—
How many ever truly grasped their own fate?
Only immortals stood beyond the suffering of this world.
He raised his gaze toward the stormy skies.
And at that moment—
His desire for immortality had never burned more fiercely.