533: Chapter 85: Intestine Piercing Powder 533: Chapter 85: Intestine Piercing Powder “Sword Brother is drinking quite fast, isn’t he?”
The scholar in the blue robe smiled as he spoke, his voice clear as a mountain spring, entering one’s heart and refreshing the mind.
Turns out, he wasn’t mute!
Xie Xuanyi furrowed his brows.
His Dao Heart was unbreakable, and his Divine Sea always remained unaffected by external influences.
Yet at this moment…
Even he felt that upon hearing the voice, the scholar in the green robe in front of him, with his kind and benevolent appearance, seemed very gentle, like someone worth trusting.
This was a very dangerous illusion.
With heavy troops hiding in ambush at Qixia Mountain, and Nalan Xuance setting a trap for assassination, this was a life-and-death situation; how could there be any benevolent sort here?
“This wine of mine is named ‘Drunken Immortal Brew.'”
The scholar in the blue robe spoke leisurely and with satisfaction: “For ordinary Cultivators, getting drunk is rare; they just need to use their Primordial Energy to dispel the wine, and then being unfazed by a thousand cups is not difficult…
but if one drinks this ‘Drunken Immortal Brew,’ staying sober won’t be so easy.”
As he said this, he poured himself a cup.
He drank slowly.
The scholar in the blue robe drank his wine at a slow pace, while True Master Jun Shan on the other side had already sensed that something was amiss.
“Drunken Immortal Brew…
Drunk, my ass?
Hm?”
The child in the Daoist robe was about to spout flowery words when he suddenly felt the world spinning.
He quickly tried to use his Primordial Energy to flush out the alcohol, only to find that it was futile…
After drinking three cups, the potency of the wine vaporized very quickly, directly merging with his bloodstream.
True Master Jun Shan’s face turned red, his eyes widened, and he staggered to his feet.
He tried to steady himself using the bamboo table, but he couldn’t manage it.
With a “thud,” True Master Jun Shan collapsed.
“The best wines should be enjoyed, but not to excess…”
The scholar in the blue robe smiled and said, “Who would have thought that the renowned True Master Jun Shan couldn’t handle three cups.”
As he spoke,
He lifted his head and looked at the young man in black before him, smilingly inviting, “Brother Xiao Xie, won’t you have a cup?”
As these words came out,
Xie Xuanyi’s suspicions were nearly confirmed.
Indeed, the scholar’s presence here was not by chance; this fellow knew True Master Jun Shan’s identity and understood his own purpose.
“Are you here to kill me?”
Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyelids.
Strangely enough, after stepping into this bamboo forest, the murderous intent and pressure brought by “Meng Kejian” had somehow lessened a lot, as if it no longer existed.
He lifted his robe slightly and sat down on the ground, opposite the scholar in the blue robe.
“Why set a wine banquet to kill someone?”
The scholar smiled and said, “I came here…
admiring your reputation, to see you in person.”
“What reputation do I have?”
Xie Xuanyi scoffed, slowly bringing a cup of wine before him.
“Be careful…”
Deng Baiyi, holding Mi Yun and looking pale, quickly sent a mental warning.
“It’s fine.”
Xie Xuanyi replied calmly.
The scholar in the blue robe lifted the wine jug with one hand and filled the cup for the young man in black.
He mused, “In the great struggle of this world, how fierce it is.
Brother Xiao Xie now sits at the top of the Heavenly Pride List, surpassing all the heroes of Great Chu and Da Li.
Isn’t that a name?”
“An empty name.”
Xie Xuanyi shook his head, his expression unchanging, and slowly drank the first cup.
“An empty name…”
On seeing this, the scholar in the blue robe raised his eyebrows and smiled silently.
He picked up the jug again, poured one cup for himself and filled up Xie Zhen’s cup.
“The battle at Beihai Tomb, saving the innocent citizens of Lichao City, shattering the sealed fate.”
The scholar in the blue robe drank down the second cup of Drunken Immortal Brew, smilingly said, “That’s not an empty name, that’s a genuine merit.”
Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes.
That sentence was quite informative.
The case files of the chaos in Qing State had already spread throughout the Four Realms.
The name “Xie Zhen” became known to the public after the incident at Lichao City…
but the vast majority who saw the case files only mentioned this Book Tower Dark Child assisting the Deputy Director of Imperial City, Jiang Qihu, in quelling the Lichao City rebellion.
Very few made the connection between the fate of Beihai Tomb and himself.
“The merit is not mine.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke nonchalantly: “That battle was won by Great Chu National Master Chen Jingxuan with his unerring strategies, decisively determining the fate.”
As he said this, he also drank the second cup.
The Drunken Immortal Brew, soft and mild in name…
But it was the strongest liquor Xie Xuanyi had ever drunk in his life; the moment it passed his throat, it blazed like fire.
After the great battle, the Primordial Fire that had just been extinguished in his body seemed to be rekindled at this moment.
The black robe crackled and snapped.
No wonder True Master Jun Shan became unconscious after downing three cups…
What Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures could possibly be mixed into this fierce liquor to yield such domineering potency?
“In this world, some people chase immortality, some covet wealth, some linger on power, and some are indulgent in vanity…”
The scholar in the blue robe filled the third cup, and this time, his pace of drinking was much slower.
Sip by sip.
After a moment, he finished it and softly laughed, “Xie Zhen, you must care about something.”
“It seems your presence here has the same purpose as Nalan Qiutong.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke somberly: “Do you intend to persuade me to surrender?”
“No, no, no…”
The scholar in the blue robe shook his head and earnestly said, “Don’t compare me with Nalan Qiutong; I’m not the same as her.
If she were here, you would have surely experienced her tactics…”
Xie Xuanyi chuckled.
Indeed.
If it were Nalan Qiutong here, it would surely be an iron cavalry encirclement, arrows raining down, with no chance for even a moment of conversation.
How could there be an opportunity to enjoy wine leisurely?
“Sword Cultivators seek only a state of mind free of cares!”
Xie Xuanyi tilted his head back and downed the third cup in one gulp!
He spoke each word icily: “Miao Zhen helped me at Qu River…
so this person, I must take with me today!”
After drinking three consecutive cups, Xie Xuanyi’s Divine Soul became gradually blurry.
This ‘Drunken Immortal Brew’ was indeed worthy of its name!