I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1258: Farewell Gift

Gui Wanhai looked up with a smirk after hearing Yi Feng's arrogant declaration.

"Is that so?"

"Brother Yi, you must have a legendary tolerance for alcohol to speak with such certainty."

He had never felt intimidated when it came to a drinking contest.

To put it plainly, Gui Wanhai had spent tens of thousands of years wandering the world and had attended more feasts than he could count. The sheer volume of top-tier wine he had consumed could have left an army of cultivators perpetually inebriated.

Seeing Yi Feng's unusual level of self-assurance, he watched the man with genuine curiosity.

Yi Feng rubbed his nose and gave a modest grin.

"It's alright; I can hold my own."

Gui Wanhai's grin widened at those words.

While he wasn't quite on the level of the Sea Lord, his ability to judge a person's character was still exceptional. Observing Yi Feng's steady tone and composed expression, he realized immediately that this wasn't mere boasting.

Did this fellow actually possess a massive capacity for liquor?

Fantastic; this made the situation far more entertaining.

In all his years, he had rarely met someone so brimming with confidence.

This human, Yi Feng, was truly a unique individual. He decided it would be fun to teach him a lesson first, while also using the opportunity to see what kind of person he became once the alcohol took hold.

Raising his cup, Gui Wanhai looked at Yi Feng with a calm gaze.

"Very well."

"Let us drink our fill then. We won't stop until one of us collapses."

As their cups met, the atmosphere grew more jovial and the conversation more personal. A full gourd of wine vanished in no time as a steady stream of appetizers was delivered to the table. It appeared to be a battle between two titans of the bottle, both enjoying the contest immensely.

However, less than two hours had passed before the situation changed.

Gui Wanhai suddenly slumped over, sliding under the table while mumbling incoherently.

"Drink... keep it coming..."

"Brother Yi... I'm perfectly sober..."

Below the table lay a drunken wreck, while the tabletop was a chaotic mess of empty cups and half-eaten plates. Yi Feng, still clutching his wine cup, was left stunned as a cool breeze drifted in from the window, ruffling his hair.

Well, this was a problem.

The man who was supposed to be the host had suddenly passed out. Who was going to handle the bill?

How much would a feast like this even cost?

When he finally managed to haul "Brother Turtle" back up, the man was completely dead to the world, unresponsive to any shaking or shouting. Yi Feng’s expression was one of pure gloom.

Getting this guy to settle the tab was clearly out of the question now.

Still, considering he had gained a lot of useful information and had actually enjoyed the company, Yi Feng figured he might as well pay. He had made a friend, after all; he could just barely stomach the expense.

As he sat there gritting his teeth and weighing his options, a waiter approached him with a respectful bow.

"Sir, it seems Young Master Gui has lost consciousness. Shall I assist you?"

Yi Feng waved him off slowly, pointing a finger solemnly at the messy table.

"No need, I've got him."

"Just tell me the total. How many Celestial Crystals do I owe for all this?"

The waiter paused for a second, then offered a polite smile and another bow.

"Sir, there is no need for you to worry about the bill."

"Young Master Gui is one of our most prestigious honored guests. His lodging and dining expenses are settled on a centennial basis. We maintain several permanent suites for him on the seventh floor. Perhaps you would like to escort him there to rest for the time being?"

Yi Feng was internally stunned by this revelation.

Good grief...

He was a genuine "rich second-generation" heir!

To have top-tier membership at such an extravagant establishment? His level of wealth was simply astronomical!

It was true what they said: comparison really is the thief of joy.

But what could he do? The guy just had a powerful father.

Despite his envy, Yi Feng helped the waiter carry Brother Turtle upstairs.

They soon settled into the lavish top-floor suites. Once his companion was tucked in, Yi Feng retreated to the neighboring room. Getting a taste of the "rich man's lifestyle," he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

...

The following morning arrived early.

A beam of sunlight pierced through the beaded curtains, falling onto a luxurious silk quilt embroidered with nine-colored immortal cranes. The light danced off the opulent decor, making the room glow with an air of extreme wealth.

The shimmering reflections of various gems and treasures caused the sleeping man to frown slightly.

After a few moments of struggling, his heavy eyelids finally fluttered open.

Through a hazy blur, he saw a world of dazzling luxury.

It was a beautiful sight, yet it didn't align with his immediate memories, creating a strange sense of displacement.

Gui Wanhai sat up slowly, feeling utterly lost in the moment.

His emerald hair, as soft as fine silk, draped over his shoulders as he stared blankly at the room.

Who was he? Where was he? What on earth was going on?

Following those three existential questions, a sharp throb racked his skull—a pain reminiscent of the time he had crashed into an ancient reef as a child. Bits and pieces of memory began to float to the surface.

After scanning the room for a long time, he finally pieced together the fragments of the previous night. His eyes snapped wide in shock.

"This..."

"Wasn't I just drinking with Brother Yi? How did I end up here so suddenly?"

He bolted upright, his expression filled with disbelief.

He strained to remember the details.

He recalled clinking cups with Yi Feng and having a fantastic conversation.

Then... nothingness.

Feeling the familiar dryness in his throat and the dull ache in his head, the truth was undeniable.

He had actually gotten drunk.

A flush of embarrassment colored Gui Wanhai's face.

"I let my guard down..."

"I never imagined I would actually pass out like that."

However, as he recalled the joy of the previous night's drinking bout, a wide, genuine smile spread across his face.

"A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a true friend..."

"It's been a lifetime since I've been this thoroughly intoxicated. That cultivator is quite the character."

Falling back onto the plush couch, Young Master Gui laughed softly with relief.

He brushed off the embarrassment of getting drunk. The sheer fun of the night had left him feeling incredibly lighthearted and free.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so relaxed.

He never thought he would be able to experience the simple, unburdened life of a common cultivator.

It was a truly unique experience for him.

Gui Wanhai lay there reminiscing, his expression softening further. For a brief moment, he cast aside all his burdens and responsibilities, feeling as carefree as any ordinary man.

Eventually, he reached for his jade slip to send a message.

A waiter soon arrived, and Gui Wanhai instantly regained his dignified, commanding presence.

After asking a few questions, he discovered that Yi Feng had been prepared to pay the bill himself and had personally looked after him.

This news touched Gui Wanhai deeply.

This Yi Feng was truly a man of high character.

As an unremarkable human cultivator from the outside world, struggling to survive in the Land of Fallen Gods with likely very little wealth, he was still willing to pay for the meal and care for a friend he had just met.

Such integrity required no further proof.

Thinking back to their conversation—especially Yi Feng's blunt opinions about his father—Gui Wanhai realized his first impression of the man had been correct.

This was a man worthy of being called a brother.

For countless years, he had traveled the world disguised as a commoner.

His goal was twofold: to find the world's best wines and to find a true, kindred spirit.

Having lived a life of constant praise and empty flattery, he knew all too well that finding a real friend while standing at the top was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

There were times he wished he could live the simple life Yi Feng led, but his destiny had been set the moment he was born.

Now, quite unexpectedly, that wish had been granted.

Gui Wanhai felt a surge of joy.

The heights are filled with fakes; only in the low points does one find true understanding.

To find such a friend during this period of decline for the Primordial Sea Clan was a blessing. If the day came when they returned to their former glory, he vowed to take Brother Yi to taste every immortal nectar in existence.

He summoned a group of immortal maidens to help him dress and groom. Once he had regained his heroic appearance, he walked out of the suite.

When he reached the garden on the roof, he found Yi Feng already there, calmly sipping tea.

"Brother Gui, you're finally awake?"

"A bit of light tea is the perfect remedy after a night of drinking."

Seeing the tea set ready for him, Gui Wanhai nodded with a smile, even if Yi Feng wasn't the one pouring. He was finally tasting the sweetness of a sincere friendship.

They sat across from each other, talking for a long while.

Watching Yi Feng’s natural and unpretentious manner, Gui Wanhai made a silent resolution.

Meeting was fate.

Since they were friends, he would grant him a great opportunity as a token of gratitude for the joy of the previous night.

With that thought, Gui Wanhai pulled a piece of shell from his sleeve and offered it with both hands.

"Brother Yi, please take this small trinket as a symbol of our friendship."

Yi Feng was surprised by the sudden gift.

Before he could offer a polite refusal, Gui Wanhai spoke up again to insist.

"Brother Yi Feng."

"The friendship between gentlemen should be as pure as water. Please, accept this. I have urgent business to attend to and must leave shortly. Let this be my farewell gift to you. I insist you do not decline."

He spoke as if it were a trifle, but the object was actually priceless.

It was a piece of the soft carapace Gui Wanhai had molted during his youth.

Carrying his powerful innate bloodline and reinforced by the Daoist talismans of the Sea Lord, this item was enough to ensure Yi Feng’s safety within the dangerous Godfall Lands.

He chose not to explain its true value for Yi Feng's own safety.

The shell was simply too precious. If Yi Feng knew what it was, he likely wouldn't accept it. Even if he did, if others found out, it would make him a target for every greedy soul in the land.

Gui Wanhai was a man of great depth; his actions always had layers. For a friend he truly valued, a quiet gift was the ultimate gesture of goodwill.

If they ever met again, and his true identity was revealed, they might never be able to share this kind of simple camaraderie again. That was the price of being the Sea Lord’s son—a destiny he couldn't change.

He preferred this version of their friendship, where they could laugh like equals.

Unaware of the weight of the gift, Yi Feng simply thought the man had the soul of a true gentleman.

He didn't want to make things awkward, so he accepted the turtle shell with a word of thanks.

In return, he generously pulled out his last gourd of wine and handed it over.

When Gui Wanhai saw the wine, his eyes lit up with delight. Even though it was just a gourd of liquor, he accepted it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. The two men shared a final laugh, their bond sealed without the need for further words.