Neither Yi Ran nor Song Yulong said anything, nor did they comfort Huang Huang. They just followed Huang Huang out of the door.
On the contrary, Cai Tiehan stood up and looked at everyone present fiercely, and then walked out with Tang Fengyin in a swagger.
Huang Huang glanced at Huang Hao, who was drunk under the eaves with his eyes closed and holding a wine jar. He didn't say a word and just left silently.
Following the footsteps of several people, Fourth Master Huang's dissatisfied voice came from the hall: "Grandson Huang, there is a family dinner tonight, don't miss it."
Huang Huang did not respond to Mr. Huang. He just looked up at the sky and said secretly: "Family banquet? Can the Huang family still be considered a family?"
"The elders who join forces to suppress the younger generations, and the elders who refuse to admit their mistakes after failure, can the Huang family really go far?"
At this moment, Huang Huang was in a daze. He was mentally weak after the battle, and he also received mental pressure from the powerful one among the uncles.
At this moment, Huang Huang felt as tired as he had never felt in the past two years.
After walking silently outside the arena gate, Huang Huang finally said, "Go have a drink in my courtyard. This competition is really a big thank you to you."
Song Yulong took a step forward to catch up with Huang Huang, patted the latter's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't be so pessimistic. Things like power will never be as important as your own strength."
"Look at Yiran, you don't know his status in Luotian Sect. And look at his combat power. He can win at the sixth level of war spirit level."
"It doesn't matter if the competition rewards you or not, at least you can keep your own industry."
Huang Huang looked at Yiran behind him and felt a lot more comfortable when he saw Yiran nodding trustingly.
Huang Huang's parents were obsessed with alchemy. After hearing that there was a ruins of a king-level alchemist in Beizhou, they had been away for more than a year.
His grandfather Huang Hao not only did not care about things, but also did not restrain any of his disciples.
Although Huang Huang seemed to be the talker, neither the third uncle who picked him up nor the other two uncles were actually peaceful.
They really have no interest in Huang Huang's position, but they all eat from the bowl and look at the pot for the resources and benefits they deserve or do not deserve.
They don't care about their property being plundered by other groups, they only worry about whether their piece of cake will be passive.
This situation of being surrounded by enemies both inside and outside made Huang Huang almost despair.
Fortunately, Yi Ran, Song Yulong and the others took action. Although it was not considered a victory, in this case, no loss was a victory!
Huang Huang, who returned to his courtyard, finally let go of the rock-like strength he had shown outside, and his whole person became depressed.
Several people went back to their houses to clean up. After washing away their fatigue, they returned to the courtyard with chairs.
There were no servants in the courtyard, but Huang Huang personally fetched bunches of fresh fruits and delicacies one by one and placed them on the table.
Then he took out five jars of old wine from the space ring. Before the wine seal was opened, the strong aroma of wine already filled his nose.
Yiran smelled the aroma of the wine, smiled ghostly, and put away all the five jars of wine at lightning speed.
Then he said confidently: "You are all injured and exhausted, so you are not suitable for drinking such good wine. You should drink mine."
After saying that, Yiran took out five wine jars of similar size from the space ring. However, the fragrance of these five jars of wine was far worse than the ones Huang Huang took out.
Huang Huang smiled helplessly and said, "Yiran, I know you like to drink, but you have made so much money in the past few days."
"It's not that I won't give it to you. As long as you ask, if you don't say a hundred or eighty altars, I'll give it to you. Thirty or forty altars will always be no problem."
Tang Fengyin's face was full of bitterness, and he complained bitterly: "Yiran, you are so unkind. Look at how many days you have taken away all the good wine."
"As for the ones you brought out, they are spicy and bad. They are not human. You are not human!"
Yiran didn't blush and was out of breath, and said solemnly: "You want to drink it or not? If not, I will put it away."
When Tang Fengyin heard that Yiran was actually trying to put away the wine, his face instantly became more bitter.
Cai Tiehan also spoke at this time: "Yi Ran, your space ring is not full of bars, and I didn't see you buying wine after coming to Donghuang City. Why can't you finish the wine in your space ring? Same."
As he spoke, Cai Tiehan directly picked up a jar of wine, slapped off the mud seal, and poured the wine into his mouth.
"Alas! The past is not worth mentioning. You must know that I used to be a teetotaler. It was all my fault because my mentor was always trying to trick me into drinking."
“Later on, I unconsciously realized that wine is pretty good.”
"So every time I go to a place and hear the locals say there is famous wine, I will buy some."
"In addition to satisfying my own cravings, I also want to wait until I return to my hometown so that I can taste these good wines and let him understand how many places I have traveled to over the years that he has never heard of."
When Huang Huang heard this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pick up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal and filled it for himself.
When he heard Yiran's bright eyes when talking about his mentor, he thought of that useless grandfather.
The third master of the Huang family is the most useless. These seven words have been engraved in the hearts of all the monks in Donghuang City.
The more powerful the Huang family becomes, the more the uselessness of Mr. Huang is highlighted.
He was not good at cultivation. Except when he was young, no one had seen his moves for decades.
He is even less good at refining medicine, because he is just a weak martial artist.
As for management ability, there is no need for it. The entire Huang family has never allowed him to hold any position.
He is such a useless old man, but he happens to have a grandson who is a genius, but he is unable to protect his grandson.
The irritability in his heart prevented Huang Huang from noticing the difference in Cai Tiehan.
After just taking a sip of wine, Cai Tiehan's resolute face turned red, not because of drunkenness, but because of the majestic energy in the wine.
If Huang Huang hadn't been distracted elsewhere, he would have asked about the medicinal aroma in the wine when he poured the wine out of the jar.
It wasn't until he took a gentle sip of the drink that the medicinal power brought Huang Huang back to reality.
"Yiran, this is your drink?"
After Huang Huang asked, Song Yulong and Tang Fengyin saw Cai Tiehan's red face and his strange unwillingness to put down the wine jar.
"This wine is good!"
Song Yulong and Tang Fengyin immediately grabbed the remaining two jars of wine, opened the mud seal and filled a bowl for themselves, fearing that Yiran would take it back or Cai Tiehan would take another jar away unexpectedly.
"Brother Huang should also start refining elixirs. There are many kinds of results from elixir refining, including poison elixirs, waste elixirs, dregs of elixirs, and completed elixirs."
"Not only does the Poison Pill have no medicinal effect at all, but it is actually a form of poisonous material made from spiritual materials. It is of no benefit to people and may even be harmful."
"Although the waste elixir has the shape of an elixir but has no elixir effect, it is just waste."
"But the elixir is different. The elixir contains elixirs but no elixir form. If you don't take it directly, the effect will gradually disappear, so I dissolved the elixir I refined in the past in wine."
"In this way, the power of the medicine will not be wasted, and drinking alcohol will become a kind of spiritual practice."
Huang Huang's eyes lit up and he nodded thoughtfully.
Song Yulong and the others didn't care that Yiran had brought out good things, so naturally they wouldn't waste them.
While eating fruit and delicacies, I sipped wine and felt the recovering magic power or inner energy.
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After Huang Huang and others left, the door was closed again, but the uncle and the others did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they continued to discuss something.
"Huang Huang is the most talented person of our Huang family, and it is really a blessing for our Huang family to have such help. It's a pity that he was born in Sanmai and is the grandson of that good-for-nothing Huang Hao!" Mr. Huang said with an ugly face.
Huang Fang turned his head and glanced at Mr. Huang, and said indifferently:
"Huang Qiu, pay attention to your words. Huang Huang is always a member of my Huang family, and the three bloodlines are also part of my Huang family."
"What we are doing is just for the better distribution of the Huang family's industry and the future of the Huang family!"
"Brother is right. There is no king in the Three Meridians now, and even the spirit ones are not able to carry the burden. The more properties they occupy, the more Huang Huang needs to work hard."
"If we really allow him to gain more than 10% more property at once according to the rules of the competition, it will be a harm to Huang Huang." Mr. Huang said in a pretentious tone.
Having said this, Huang Fang's mental power rushed directly to the door and carried the intoxicated Huang Hao into the hall.
These high-sounding words were just words that Huang Hao could hear.
If Huang Hao is really a hungover loser, then these words will be lost.
If Huang Hao was just pretending to be drunk, then these words could be regarded as reducing the gap between them.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the harmony between the various lines of a family is still extremely important.
Huang Fang's mental power swept over Huang Hao, blowing away the drunkenness and awakening Huang Hao from intoxication.
"Why am I here?" was Huang Hao's first sentence.
"Has the reallocation of resources ended? Oh, it's good." This was Huang Hao's second sentence.
Huang Fang and others looked at each other, confirmed Huang Hao's newly awakened state, and then said to Huang Hao: "We have already agreed with Huang Huang's grandson on the distribution of the industry, and we are just waiting for him to find someone to take over those industries."
Huang Hao seemed unwilling to sit in front of a few people for a moment. He stood up immediately and said, "Okay, okay, I don't care about this. I will leave first, then, third brother."
With that said, Huang Hao pushed away the chair and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Following Huang Fang's call, Huang Hao immediately stopped and didn't know whether to leave or turn around.
Huang Fang looked at Huang Hao, who had an aura of decay and incompetence everywhere, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Third brother, we are all a family, but don't forget there will be a dinner party. Let’s have a few drinks together.”
Huang Hao's voice was trembling a little, and he stuttered: "Okay, okay, I will definitely be there if you have a drink!"
Just as Huang Hao walked out of the door, another voice caught him in his mouth.
"Remember to call Huang Huang and his friends. Our Huang family is one of the five great families, so we should have the style of the five great families."
"Although the distribution of property is somewhat unpleasant, it does not affect the friendship between our Huang family and outsiders."
Huang Hao just nodded but did not look back.
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