# Chapter 1268: Black Demon Millstone
A total of seventeen icebergs floated scattered across the sea surface.
The Mad Drunkard stood atop one of the icebergs. At his feet lay a female corpse of exquisite beauty, dressed in a purple robe, with a vertical eye on her forehead.
Although she had died in the Abandoned Sea many years ago, her skin remained as white as snow and showed no signs of decay.
"Truly beautiful. What virtue do I, this old man, possess to be worthy of obtaining you? But since I've encountered you, naturally I cannot let you go."
The Mad Drunkard was extremely excited. His wrinkled old hands trembled as he reached out, undoing the buttons of the female corpse's robe, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin. Then, he grabbed the pendant hanging around the corpse's neck and yanked it off.
The pendant was a three-leafed small flower made of jade, radiating nine rings of cyan sacred light. It was exceptionally beautiful, like a green lamp flickering in the darkness.
The Mad Drunkard pinched the three-leafed cyan flower between two fingers, his eyes filled with excitement. "Legend says that the sacred object of the Three-Eyed Ancient Clan, the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower, grants eternal youth to whoever wears it. Such a treasure actually exists. So beautiful, with exquisite patterns and abundant life energy. What virtue do I, the Mad Drunkard, possess? What virtue!"
"Boom."
A wave dozens of feet high surged up and crashed onto the Mad Drunkard.
The Mad Drunkard spat out a mouthful of seawater. Startled, he quickly put away the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower, clenched his fists in a defensive posture, and roared, "Who? Who dares to snatch my Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower? Eh... what is that?"
On the sea surface, a massive beast-shaped shadow moved rapidly, looming over the Mad Drunkard.
"Roar."
The enormous body of the Dragon Li Sacred Beast King appeared above the Mad Drunkard's head. It let out a fierce roar and extended a sharp giant claw, swiping downward.
The powerful sound waves caused the sea surface to sink rapidly, forming a huge basin, while the surrounding water surged upward. It was as if the sea had grown a giant mouth, about to devour the Mad Drunkard.
"Such powerful corpse energy."
The Mad Drunkard's expression turned serious. An awe-inspiring aura surged from within his aged body. His body became as firm as iron, as sharp as steel needles, and his entire demeanor became fierce and sharp.
"Slap."
His foot stomped on the water surface, and a mass of black demonic energy surged outward, transforming into a demonic cloud covering the sea.
The Mad Drunkard clasped his hands together. Immediately, the demonic energy of heaven and earth shot up like pillars into the sky, condensing into a Black Demon Millstone tens of miles in diameter.
The Black Demon Millstone spun rapidly, its demonic energy overwhelming, turning the entire world into a vortex.
"Boom."
The Dragon Li Sacred Beast King was struck by the Black Demon Millstone. Thousands of scales fell from its body, and its massive form was sent flying, crashing into the sea.
"Roar..."
The Dragon Li Sacred Beast King fled from the seabed, its roars gradually fading until they disappeared completely.
The sea area returned to calm.
"Just a mere dead thing, long past its former glory, yet it dares to snatch my Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower. How utterly foolish."
The Mad Drunkard withdrew his demonic energy, took out a wine flask, and poured a mouthful of strong liquor into his mouth.
A voice sounded behind him: "The Black Demon Millstone is a top-tier sacred art of the Moon-Worshipping Demon Sect. Are you a member of the Demon Sect?"
The Mad Drunkard showed no surprise. He turned around and stared at the young man sitting on the iceberg. His voice was as hoarse as a duck's. "Knowing the Black Demon Millstone makes me a member of the Demon Sect? You know the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm—does that make you a disciple of the Buddhist path?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't bother arguing with the Mad Drunkard. He withdrew the Ten Saint Blood Armor, his body covered in bloody cracks, as if it were about to split apart. The pain had already numbed his nerves.
The Mad Drunkard snorted coldly. "With your cultivation level, you dare to provoke such a ferocious creature? Fortunately, you've already cultivated your body to sainthood, or else your physical body would have been blown apart."
"Do you think I wanted to provoke it? I was looking for the Six Saint..."
Zhang Ruochen didn't finish his sentence. He coughed twice, spitting out sacred blood. Then, he took out a Spring-Returning Pill and swallowed it, beginning to heal his injuries.
The Mad Drunkard's eyes widened. He rushed over eagerly and asked urgently, "Six Saint what? What exactly are you looking for? Don't heal first—finish speaking, then heal."
The Mad Drunkard was as anxious as a monkey, jumping up and down, because he suspected that what Zhang Ruochen was talking about might be exactly what he was searching for.
The recipe for the Six Saint Ascension Wine.
The Mad Drunkard had spent a lot of time and effort, consulting countless ancient texts and even venturing into wild secret realms, always trying to recreate the Six Saint Ascension Wine, hoping to leave his name in human history.
Of course, if he could find the original recipe for the Six Saint Ascension Wine, that would be even better.
Recently, the Mad Drunkard had finally found some clues about the Six Saint Ascension Wine recipe, pointing toward Yin-Yang Sea. That was why he had risked great danger to come to Yin-Yang Sea and try his luck.
Zhang Ruochen had only spoken half of what he was going to say. Wasn't that infuriating?
Half an hour later, Zhang Ruochen's injuries had recovered by ninety percent. All the wounds on his body had healed, and his spirit and energy were full.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Mad Drunkard's wrinkled face and smiling eyes.
"Zhang Ruochen, what were you saying earlier? What Six Saint were you looking for?" the Mad Drunkard asked ingratiatingly.
"Nothing," Zhang Ruochen said with a smile.
"How could it be nothing?"
"It was just a casual remark."
Zhang Ruochen remained very calm. He stood up and gazed at the vast, boundless Abandoned Deep Sea. "Earlier, I seemed to hear you mention the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower. Could it be the sacred object of the legendary Three-Eyed Ancient Clan?"
"No, you misheard."
The Mad Drunkard quickly shook his head, refusing to admit it.
The Three-Eyed Ancient Clan was an ancient clan that had disappeared into the river of history. Their lineage had been broken during the Middle Ages, and the entire clan had gone extinct.
As the sacred object of the Three-Eyed Ancient Clan, the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower had many miraculous legends.
It was said that wearing the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower could grant a cultivator eternal youth and prolong their lifespan.
Legend had it that a saint of the Three-Eyed Ancient Clan, because he wore the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower, lived for over ten thousand years before dying.
It should be noted that, generally speaking, the lifespan of a human saint was three hundred and sixty years. Each time they advanced a realm, their lifespan would increase accordingly.
But no matter how much it increased, it was difficult for a saint's lifespan to exceed eight hundred years. Even if it did, it was only because they had consumed large amounts of life-extending sacred medicine.
Only Saint King-level figures would have a lifespan of over a thousand years.
A Great Saint's lifespan was at least three thousand years.
For a human to live over ten thousand years—their lifespan was even more terrifying than a Great Saint's.
It was precisely because of such legends that the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower was shrouded in mystery. Any cultivator who obtained such a treasure would certainly be overjoyed.
Of course, those were just legends. Later cultivators, through research and calculation, felt that the legends were not entirely true and had exaggerated elements.
Zhang Ruochen didn't argue with the Mad Drunkard and didn't press further.
He released his spiritual power, following the original path back, searching for Huang Yanchen, Ao Xinyan, and the others.
The Mad Drunkard's eyes rolled. Then, he leaped up and landed on the iceberg where Zhang Ruochen was. He chuckled, "Since we entered Yin-Yang Sea together, we should naturally return together. This old man will go with you to find people."
Zhang Ruochen remained expressionless, but he was secretly amused.
Earlier, Zhang Ruochen had deliberately said the words "Six Saint" to attract the Mad Drunkard, making him voluntarily follow along to search for people.
The Mad Drunkard's strength was quite formidable. With him by his side, if they encountered the Dragon Li Sacred Beast King again, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't have to flee as miserably as before.
The heaven and earth rules of the Abandoned Deep Sea were somewhat strange. Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power could only extend to a distance of a hundred miles. Beyond that, what he saw became increasingly blurry until it turned into nothingness.
Not only that, but Zhang Ruochen had originally had a subtle connection with Huang Yanchen and Xiao Hei, allowing him to locate their positions. Now, that connection had also disappeared.
Returning to the sea area where they had first discovered the Dragon Li Sacred Beast King, Zhang Ruochen didn't find Huang Yanchen, Ao Xinyan, or the others. They must have already left.
"This is bad. The Abandoned Deep Sea is so vast. Finding them again will be like looking for a needle in a haystack." Zhang Ruochen was worried about their safety.
The Mad Drunkard handed a wine flask to Zhang Ruochen and laughed, "Why worry so much? Live for today—drink first."
"No," Zhang Ruochen said.
The Mad Drunkard shook his head, raised the flask, and drank himself.
"With Qing Mo's strength, even if they encounter the strong ones from the Imperial Court, the Undying Blood Clan, the Nine Li Palace, or the Ancestral Dragon Mountain, they should be able to retreat safely. Xiao Hei is greedy for treasures, but he's very shrewd and rarely suffers losses."
Zhang Ruochen's worry gradually dissipated.
Even if he worried, it wouldn't help. It was better to trust in their abilities.
Then, Zhang Ruochen took out dozens of artifacts he had found inside the Dragon Li Sacred Beast King's body, placing them on the iceberg to study.
The Mad Drunkard lay comfortably in a low spot on the iceberg, glancing at the pile of artifacts. He laughed, "Where did you find this pile of scrap metal?"
"Even scrap metal might contain extraordinary treasures," Zhang Ruochen said.
He crouched down, picking up the artifacts one by one, carefully examining the inscriptions on them.
The Mad Drunkard drank as he laughed, "The Abandoned Deep Sea has so many treasures. Any one of them taken out would shake the cultivation world. Yet you only found a pile of junk. You're still too young, with limited vision. Want this old man to take out a treasure and broaden your horizons?"
The Mad Drunkard couldn't help himself. His fingers kept rubbing the Three-Leaf Nine-Life Flower, wanting to take it out and show it off in front of Zhang Ruochen. He was very much looking forward to it, thinking that Zhang Ruochen would certainly be envious and jealous.
That scene would definitely be quite entertaining.
Just then, Zhang Ruochen let out a soft exclamation. From the pile of artifacts, he picked up a yellowish-brown gourd.
A wooden gourd, preserved from hundreds of thousands of years ago to the present, without any sign of decay—that was truly strange.
"That gourd... could it be..."
The Mad Drunkard saw the gourd in Zhang Ruochen's hand, his eyes lighting up. He flipped over and jumped up, reaching out both hands to snatch it.
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