The portal to the Secret Realm

"What do you mean?" Drunkard asked, somewhat confused.

"Are you dense? Can't you understand the situation now?" Leo said, "The old man needs wine, and the Ink Dragon Guild bought a lot of wine just to please the old man and get Drunkard's Secret Stash. Now that there's not enough wine, the old man obviously won't give them the secret stash, so the Ink Dragon Guild has to buy more wine."

"Ah... right," Drunkard nodded, "Then what?"

"You really are clueless," Leo rolled his eyes and said, "Where's your Heaven-Devouring Wine Pouch?"

Drunkard touched his waist and pulled out his wine pouch, "Here it is."

"Good, later we'll go over and give this wine to the old man," Leo said, "Then Drunkard's Secret Stash will be ours."

Upon hearing this, Drunkard nodded repeatedly, "Alright, big brother, whatever you say, I'll follow your lead."

After discussing their plan, Leo dispelled the invisibility spell on them and led Drunkard towards the hut.

"Halt! Who goes there!" The Ink Dragon Guild members left behind noticed Leo and Drunkard, and immediately raised their weapons, sounding the alarm.

Leo didn't bother talking with them and directly sent them flying with a few air blades, dispatching them to the respawn point.

"What a powerful aura," the old man, who was lying on a cart, opened his eyes and looked at Leo warily, "Are you here to cause trouble for me?"

Leo laughed, "You are the famous Master White Spring among the Drunkards, respected by many. Why would I attack you?"

"Don't flatter me. I can sense that you are much stronger than me. Killing me would be as easy as a flick of your finger," Master White Spring stroked his beard and said, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Leo couldn't help but look at Master White Spring with newfound respect. The fact that he could recognize Leo's strength showed that White Spring was indeed a formidable opponent, otherwise, he wouldn't have such insight.

Moreover, knowing that Leo could easily kill him, he remained calm and composed, truly displaying the demeanor of an expert. No wonder he was a top-notch master in the Drunkard profession - not to be underestimated.

"Why has a powerful expert like Master White Spring suddenly appeared near this small newbie village?" Leo asked.

White Spring glanced at Leo and sighed, "You should be able to guess."

"Is it for Drunkard's Secret Stash?" Leo inquired.

"Of course," Master White Spring nodded, "Aren't you also here for that? I can tell that you're not a Drunkard by profession. Drunkard's Secret Stash wouldn't be of much use to you, so why are you trying to snatch it?"

Leo smiled, "Master White Spring, you must have come here to find the inheritor of 'Drunkard's Secret Stash,' right? Hehe, although I'm not a Drunkard, my friend here is. Drunkard's Secret Stash is a great item for him."

Having said that, Leo patted Drunkard's shoulder and pushed him forward.

Upon seeing Drunkard, Master White Spring's eyes lit up, and after sizing him up, he nodded repeatedly, "Hmm... not bad, not bad. He has an honest and straightforward character, and his constitution is excellent. He is indeed a great inheritor for 'Drunkard's Secret Stash'."

"So, Master, wouldn't it be better to give the Drunkard's Secret Stash to him instead of someone unrelated?" Leo tried to persuade gently.

At this point, the old man's spirited eyes dimmed a bit as he sighed, "It's not that I don't want to give it, but I must drink enough wine to unlock the 'secret stash.' Only after completing my task will I give 'Drunkard's Secret Stash' to that person..."

"It's just a game system's forced quest," Leo laughed, "It's all a trick of the 'The Creator.' But Master, you don't have to sigh. You just drank more than ninety jars of wine. Here's a wine pouch. Drink it and see."

White Spring took the wine pouch Leo threw over, looked at it, and said, "Heaven-Devouring Wine Pouch... hmm, the lowest grade. Kid, who is your master?"

This question was directed at Drunkard, who awkwardly scratched his head and then said, "Master said I can't tell anyone who he is..."

"You don't have to say, I can probably guess. Among the Drunkards wandering around this newbie village qualified to teach disciples, it's either me or him..." White Spring laughed, "That old miser really is stingy, giving you the worst Heaven-Devouring Wine Pouch, without any of the Drunkard's generosity."

"Don't you dare talk about my master like that!" Drunkard frowned immediately.

"Alright, alright, I won't say that again. You're a good person, just a bit slow," White Spring waved his hand and then started pouring the wine from the pouch into his mouth.

After drinking for a while, White Spring wiped his mouth contentedly and threw the wine pouch back.

"Exactly one hundred jars. Well done, young man. You're the first person to make me drink so happily. In that case, 'Drunkard's Secret Stash' is yours."

Having said that, Master White Spring waved his hand, and the entire thatched hut behind him suddenly collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

Countless green lights emerged from White Spring's body, converging above the hut to form a circular portal...

"Kids, Drunkard's Secret Stash is in another space with countless treasures. Even though I've drunk one hundred jars of wine, I can only maintain this portal for two hours. Once the time is up, and the wine in my stomach is consumed, I won't be able to open the same portal again. The secret realm is vast and boundless; even if I open another portal in the future, I won't know where it leads, and you won't be able to find it... So if you don't return within 4 hours, you'll be trapped in the secret realm forever. Understand?"