The Immortal's Wine Store

"Brother Yang, are you really okay?" A young man wearing coarse linen clothes asked as he glanced at Yang Zenke with a worried look on his slightly handsome face. This youth's name was Han Sen.

Yang Zenke furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced at Han Sen in confusion. "Who are you?" His tone was bland and unfriendly which slightly surprised Hansen, but he merely smiled widely at Yang Zenke's unapproachable attitude.

"Brother Yang, you can call me Han Sen. I truly admire your courage! You even dared to talk back to our master. Hahaha!" Han Sen gave him a thumbs up as he chuckled.

Yang Zenke was not used to talking with someone else so he felt slightly uncomfortable. He wanted to move away from Han Sen, but his legs ached so much that he couldn't help but produce a muffled groan, making him grab his legs with both his hands.

Argh!

Han Sen immediately held him after seeing his pained expression. "Brother Yang, don't push yourself too hard! Don't worry. I will plead master to allow you to rest for another hour." Han Sen said while gently patting Yang Zenke's shoulder.

"Noo!!" Yang Zenke glared at Han Sen, making the latter a bit confused.

"Master is testing me. I can sense it. Although this is indeed torturous for my body, he wouldn't do something without reason. If I can't persevere through this, then I'm not worthy of his nurturing!" Yang Zenke added seriously as a flash of brilliance flickered in his eyes.

Han Sen was dumbstruck at his words since he felt the grand ambition of Yang Zenke from his words. "Brother Yang, how do you think will master train us to become warriors? Although we received a bit of training from the Silveria Imperial Family, our master's method in enhancing our bodies is quite different than their style. Furthermore, I don't feel any substantial growth in our bodies aside from feeling painful and numb." Han Sen said with a wry smile.

Yang Zenke frowned when he heard those words and he was about to reply when the both of them suddenly heard a swooshing sound.

Swoosh.

The two youths were stunned when they saw Jiu Shen in front of them, and they could not help but feel scared in their hearts since they had just talked about Jiu Shen behind his back.

Jiu Shen stared at the two of them with a faint smile. "Indeed. This little guy here is right. During the first month of your training, all of you will experience extreme pain and suffering." Jiu Shen said as he casually sat down on a chair that he had just taken out from his space earring.

"M-Master... I-I..." Han Sen's lips quivered as he stood up hastily, but he could not even speak coherently due to the fear he felt.

"D-Don't punish him, master. He meant no offense with his words." Yang Zenke stood up with gritted teeth as he endured the pain in his legs.

Jiu Shen remained silent and merely looked at the two with an amused smile. He then turned his gaze to the resting youths and ordered. "Your one hour is up! Everyone, go back to your positions and do the horse stance again for another hour! As for the both of you... You'll do it in two hours." Jiu Shen grinned as he leisurely looked at the expressions of the two kids.

Yang Zenke's expression was still the same, but Han Sen looked as if he had swallowed horse shit. In the end, they both went back to their positions and did the horse stance once again.

Jiu Shen was suddenly bored, but then, he thought about something. "I should start teaching my disciples with my sword techniques after the store closes. I'll also tell Sulan that I will allow some disciples of her Ice Cloud Sword Sect to join." He muttered to himself as he observed the kids.

In his past life, Jiu Shen instructed countless immortals about his sword comprehension, and many talented youths also wished to take him as their master. However, Jiu Shen rejected all of them, including Celestial Emperor Lao Gou's second wife. Recalling that graceful figure who always wore a veil, Jiu Shen felt a trace of fluctuation in his cold heart.

He sighed to himself and closed his eyes for a moment and cleared his thoughts before opening them again.

After calming himself down, Jiu Shen transmitted a message to Theia. "Theia, tell Lu Sulan and Can Ye to go here after the store closes. You and Hestia can also go with them."

Jiu Shen didn't have to wait for long before he received Theia's reply. "Yes, master. How about the four new waitresses in our store?"

Jiu Shen knew who she was talking about, so he immediately said. "You can bring them as well."

"Alright. After we close the store, I will bring everyone there." Theia's gentle voice resounded inside Jiu Shen's head.

Jiu Shen reclined on his chair and sifted through his memories to search for the most perfect sword technique for his people. "I've made thousands of Mythical Level sword techniques and over several dozens of Supreme Level sword techniques in my entire life. Hmm, which one should I teach them?"

Jiu Shen was in a dilemma since he had too many to choose from, but he took his time to recollect his memories.

Cultivators sought to become immortals or powerful god-like figures that could control the heavens and earth through the palm of their hands. However, to become a strong cultivator, one needs to have a high-level cultivation technique, and meditate using their true essence to strengthen themselves.

Cultivation techniques are divided into six levels according to their overall potential and power: Common, Refined, Rare, Legendary, Mythical, and Supreme.

In the Primordial God Realm where peak experts were as numerous as the clouds, there were billions of cultivation techniques that can be found. Just that, only the strongest sects and holy lands owned Mythical Level and Supreme Level cultivation techniques. Furthermore, the number that they had accumulated in their respective sects definitely did not exceed Jiu Shen's.

Jiu Shen might have lived his past life as a loner, but he wasn't idle for those billions of years. He researched the most profound sword techniques, and he even researched techniques in other fields during his leisure time, but most of his time was still dedicated to learning the extremity of the way of the sword.

"The sword techniques of those kids are still too crappy, so I have to teach them the fundamentals of swordsmanship before I can give them the high-level sword techniques. For now, I can only teach them the ones at the Legendary Level. Hmm, that should be enough... They will be the core members of the sect that I'm planning to establish, so I should do my best in helping them increase their prowess. However, to gain true enlightenment in the way of the sword, they need to experience countless battles. Hmm, this is a bit troublesome..." Jiu Shen muttered as he pondered with a deep look.

"It seems like I have to involve myself in the affairs of this world to allow my disciples to achieve enlightenment through battle, but where should I start?" Jiu Shen thought in his heart, and he suddenly recalled about the recent events in the Silver Wing Empire.

The Silver Wing Empire was currently in a precarious situation since there was a huge possibility of a civil war to occur especially after Jiu Shen learned that the Xue Family was related to the Undying Corpse Sect. Furthermore, there was also the second prince who was a demon in disguise! Not to mention the other forces waiting at the sidelines...

Jiu Shen suddenly felt that the Silver Wing Empire was a little too pitiful. It was actually housing so many tigers without their awareness, and they were not just some random tigers...

Jiu Shen suddenly thought about Elyk's amiable look and he could not help but respect the man sincerely. Even if his empire was facing such a perilous situation, he was still able to retain his calmness and dignified attitude.

"Since we are brought together by fate, I might as well help you tide through this." Jiu Shen smiled. He then turned his attention to the youths who were still in a horse stance and silently planned their training process.