Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
"Just a few cups of wine?" Xue Leihan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Did you know that the sixteen cups of my wine you drank just now have already increased your cultivation by three hundred years? Now you actually want wine cream? Are you not afraid of bursting your stomach?"
"No!" said Chu Yang boldly. "At any rate, my reputation will be repaired in eighteen years!"
Xue Leihan was speechless. "Brother, do you know that all these that we're drinking right now only come from a very small jar of wine cream, it's only less than two kilograms, but I've added about two hundred kilograms of water to dilute it… And a mere sixteen cups have increased in cultivation by three hundred years!"
Chu Yang's eyes brightened up. "I see. Then give me eight or ten jars more."
Xue Leihan said angrily, "I've got none to give."
Chu Yang continued, "Five or six will also do."
"Not a drop." Xue Leihan was insistent.