In the bamboo forest, the verdant bamboo resembled dripping erald, covered with droplets like clear bamboo tears about to fall.
The wind rustled, sounding as if it were weeping.
This was a top grade "Earth Essence Treasure," used to refine musical instrunt-type "Magic Artifacts" and "Magic Treasures."
Wang Yuan, visiting for the first ti, cautiously stepped into the bamboo forest.
He hadn’t gone far
when he saw a beautiful girl dressed in a goose yellow gauze skirt, wearing a wreath of bilberry and Du Heng, sitting on a large bluestone, lifting her skirt to wash her feet in the clear stream.
Her brows were knitted in a semblance of worry hidden in the mist, her eyes seemingly joyful yet not, brimming with tears, as she breathed softly.
She was the spitting image of the mythic, sorrowful and romantic Lady Xiang.
Even though Wang Yuan had long suspected that this Lady Xiang was just a front, he had not yet confird her true identity.
But before he could speak and pay his respects, the mournful girl that was Lady Xiang glanced up at him and huffed,
"Soone must be tired of this, to treat so perfunctorily.
In recent days, you must’ve been tripped up by so sister or another, ignoring so thoroughly?
If I wasn’t here to collect a divine position today, seeing you would hardly be easy!"
Hiss!
Listening to Lady Xiang’s seemingly sorrowful sweet nothings, Wang Yuan’s hair stood on end all of a sudden.
Despite her perfect disguise, she was definitely using the "voice pack" of the Great Fate!
Now he had conclusive evidence; the one donning Lady Xiang’s guise, who had deceived the Heavenly Officials and everyone in the Manxiang Palace for over a thousand years, was none other than his own gang leader.
But the contrast between the two was too great, one a domineering older woman and the other a fragile girl, making Wang Yuan always just suspicious, never daring to be certain.
More importantly, this sarcastic tone of voice indicated she was still angry.
At that mont, in the clear stream beneath the "girl’s" feet, just happened to float a cup of wine towards her.
She reached out, took the cup from the wooden dish, and downed the beautiful wine in one gulp.
Despite the distance, Wang Yuan recognized imdiately, it was the very sa "Deceit Object · Thousand-Day Drunk" that had once killed the No-Life Buddha’s Red Sun Avatar!
The original form of "Thousand-Day Drunk" was a very ancient wine jar.
It was transford from one of the "Alcoholics" among the Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest after his "Corpse Dissection" failed.
If a previously untasted, fine wine from the Mortal World were sealed in the jar for a thousand days, one could obtain half a jar of "Thousand-Day Drunk."
This was the finest "Spiritual Wine" in the world; rely slling it was enough to kill a Daoist Soldier on the spot, and a lower-rank Red Seal would be knocked unconscious with no chance of waking.
Even "Corpse Dissection Immortals," who had beco immune to ordinary alcohol, would pass out for a full three days if they drank just a small bowl of this wine.
It was truly an essential for ho or travel, for seeking wealth or causing harm.
Lady Xiang—no, the Great Fate—after swallowing the wine, sighed with intoxicated pleasure,
"This wine tastes unparalleled in the whole world, and it’s not poison, either. It’s very beneficial for one’s Daoist Ability and Yin God, and it won’t cause any innate rejection from the body.
As long as you control the dosage, it’s perfect for personal enjoynt or for scheming and harm.
Unfortunately, it’s been one thousand five hundred years, and the wines that jar hasn’t tasted are becoming fewer and fewer; I’m afraid that ’Thousand-Day Drunk’ will eventually beco a lost art."
"Moreover, soone—just like this wine—
went from being affectionate with , calling ’big sister’ this and ’big sister’ that, to suddenly turning cold, ignoring completely.
It would seem petty of to make a big deal out of it, but my heart is colder than ice in the deepest winter!"
While seemingly speaking of wine, she actually seed to be talking about an unfaithful man.
If these words were spoken by the Great Fate in her naturally rough "heh heh heh" manly voice, it would be cringeworthy.
But spoken with the sorrowful deanor of Lady Xiang, it fit perfectly, without any incongruity.
Wang Yuan was caught off guard and couldn’t help but wonder if he really was an unfaithful scoundrel after all.
It could only be said that every "Corpse Dissection Immortal" was a "Sleeveless Man," and after performing for hundreds to thousands of years, even if their talent was poor, they weren’t much less skilled than him, the award-winning actor Wang Xiaoyuan.
Seeing that she was about to continue, Wang Yuan quickly begged for rcy,
"Big sister, enough, please, I’m begging you, I’ll admit defeat, okay? I’m getting goosebumps all over.
Isn’t it just about recruiting strong n? I’ll help you out, isn’t that enough?
And speaking of ’Thousand-Day Drunk,’ which could even handle a Heavenly Official, I have a plan here, guaranteed to provide you with endless fine wine!"
The essentially alcoholic Great Fate’s eyes lit up at once. She dropped the sarcasm and eagerly inquired,
"Really?!"
"As long as big sister can give ten or eight jars, heh heh heh..."
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