234: Chapter 235: Mu Can’s Mother 234: Chapter 235: Mu Can’s Mother The feast continued into the night, with all of the Monkey Wine Mu Can brought out being consud.
A group of big shots from the Immortal Ancient Academy were also staggering around, clearly having drunk too much.
Mu Can, as a junior, was busy pouring drinks for everyone so he had very little to drink, and no one pressured the junior to drink more because of his youth.
Nonsense.
With such fine wine that could even improve one’s strength, everyone wanted to drink more for themselves rather than bother getting soone else drunk.
This feast wasn’t just a simple contribution from Mu Can; a promise to open the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm for him was already precious enough, not to ntion after this round of drinks, almost everyone present treated Mu Can as if he were their own disciple.
Mu Can was witnessing for the first ti so many Martial Saints at their peak getting collectively drunk, a tipsy Mr.
Ge kept challenging Xuanyuan Mingkong to drink more, while Sword Venerate, in the height of his intoxication, even showed off his Sword Dao to everyone.
That one sword strike filled the entire night sky with Sword Qi, shooting straight into the clouds like fireworks exploding in the air, an indescribable beauty.
After making sure the drunken crowd was taken care of, Mu Can brought Sword Venerate back to the inn.
Upon entering the inn, he ran into Yao Wenbing, and rembered he had promised to find a master for him.
“Take care of him, and when he wakes up, he will be your master.” With no realization of what he was setting up, Mu Can handed the drunk Sword Venerate off to Yao Wenbing.
After a few instructions, he returned to his room, leaving a dumbfounded Yao Wenbing propping up Sword Venerate, unsure of what to do next but eventually gritting his teeth and settling Sword Venerate into a room.
Returning to his own room,
Mu Can found that Mu Zi’ang, worried about him, had not slept at all, and was making intermittent conversation with the madman.
“When do you think Can’er will break through to Martial Saint?” inquired Mu Zi’ang, not really caring if the madman understood him, and then he answered his own question.
“I feel this kid will break through to Martial Saint soon.
Heh, this kid, even when he had lost all his powers, was always quietly cultivating without telling , his own father, anything.
How did he co across such a good girl as Purple Cloud, and now he’s already on the verge of Martial Venerate?
That’s Martial Venerate, among the top masters if it were Mu Can.”
When Mu Zi’ang finished speaking, he took a sip of his drink.
Although the madman was often insane, when faced with good drink or food, he usually wouldn’t speak and just quietly enjoyed his food and drink.
The madman drank boldly, downing a large cup with every gulp, with most of the day’s wine ending up in his belly.
Seeing that the madman was preoccupied with eating and drinking and ignoring him, Mu Zi’ang wasn’t angry but drank another cup of wine and sighed.
“I’ve been an unqualified father to him since he was little.
His mother left us both when he was young, and I know it’s my fault for the lack of motherly love he had all these years.
Despite that, I am still so proud of the boy, to be able to join the Immortal Ancient Academy is no small feat and he hasn’t brought sha upon , his father.
If his mother knew of Can’er’s achievents now, she would be consoled, I guess.
Heh, but now with the great turmoil in the Immortal World, I have no idea how his mother is doing.”
The madman, as if he hadn’t heard Mu Zi’ang’s words at all, picked up a chicken leg and began gnawing on it with glee.
Mu Can was about to walk straight into the room but stopped when he heard Mu Zi’ang ntion his mother.
Motherly love, this distant term, faded into his mory like a droplet of ink into the sea, leaving no trace, since the ti he began to rember.
Mu Can had once asked his father, Xuanyuan Mingkong, about the whereabouts of his mother.
After not receiving an answer, he never asked again, simply pressing the matter deep into his heart.
Now, suddenly hearing Xuanyuan Mingkong bring up his own mother, stirred the longing for her in the depths of Mu Can’s heart.
“Mother.”
“The child’s temperant is like mine, but his talent and looks are like his mother’s,” Xuanyuan Mingkong spoke, his thoughts drifting off to an unknown place, lost in mories.
Mu Can took a deep breath, striving to calm himself, and gently pushed the door open.
“Dad, I’m back.”
“Grandpa, Grandpa, I’m back too,” with no outsiders present, Dummy no longer needed to disguise itself, strutting out from Mu Can’s hair, a little sapling with hands and feet hopped onto the table, shouting toward Xuanyuan Mingkong.
“Ah, Can’s back, and Dummy is back too,” Xuanyuan Mingkong was pulled back from his reminiscences by Mu Can, his face lighting up with happiness at the sight of Mu Can and Dummy.
“Yep, Dad, I brought you so good wine.” Mu Can took out the Monkey Wine he had reserved especially for Xuanyuan Mingkong.
Xuanyuan Mingkong wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol, but upon seeing such a Supre Brew, he couldn’t help but be tempted, and even the mad old man, always engrossed with his chicken leg, instantly lifted his head, staring intently at the Jade Bottle in Mu Can’s hands.
“Dad, your son will drink with you today.” Fortunately, Mu Can hadn’t drunk much at the eting earlier, or else with the potency of the Monkey Wine, he’d definitely be drunk by now.
“Good wine.” Xuanyuan Mingkong’s eyes sparkled, the aroma of the wine itself was enough to invigorate him, let alone the fact that he would soon be able to drink it.
“Wine, wine, good wine, good wine,” the mad old man reverted to his crazy self, laughing and crying as he looked at the Jade Bottle in Mu Can’s hands.
“Alright, there’s so for you too.” Of course, Mu Can wasn’t stingy with this drink, pouring four cups and placing them on the table, even pouring one for Dummy.
Ever since entering the Immortal Ancient Academy, Dummy had been hiding its form, and Mu Can felt a bit sorry for it.
Monkey Wine was indeed suitable for the Treefolk to consu; the Spiritual Energy in it could be absorbed by the little tree person just the sa.
“Dad, a toast to you.” Mu Can’s eyes suddenly felt a bit red, realizing he had never really considered his father over the years, nor ever thought about what Xuanyuan Mingkong had sacrificed for him.
A toast from his son, with such a Supre Brew, Xuanyuan Mingkong certainly wouldn’t refuse, downing the drink in his cup in one gulp, his eyes filled with contentnt.
His son had grown up, to know to offer a drink to his father.
As a parent, there was no joy greater in life than seeing one’s child mature.
“My son is all grown up,” Xuanyuan Mingkong observed Mu Can closely.
“Dad, now that your son has grown up, can you tell about my mother?”
Mu Can asked, this being his greatest purpose today, to settle, no matter what, the questions of his mother’s well-being and whereabouts.
If his mother was still alive in this world, he must find her and bring her back, to give himself a complete family again.
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