Chapter 12 - Lord of Wine

Lin Xuan felt no mercy, for if he did not kill, he would be killed, and an even stranger phenomenon had occurred on his body: he had begun to devour other people’s essence blood.

If word got out, he would certainly be the target of everyone’s pursuit.

Aoouu!

Howls of wolves echoed all around, the fight just now had already drawn numerous demon beasts, and now with fresh blood spilled everywhere, it further incited these fierce wild animals.

Lin Xuan was not in good condition, he rapidly retreated, hoping Zhang Bin’s body would be consumed, which would make it very difficult to trace the murder back to him.

He moved swiftly and disappeared into the mountain forest.

Shortly after Lin Xuan left, the hungry wolves pounced on the bodies of Zhang Bin and the others…

By the time Lin Xuan returned to the sect, it was already evening.

The setting sun was sinking, casting its afterglow across the earth.

He dragged his weary body back to his room, collapsed on the bed, and immediately fell asleep.

Upon waking again, the Silver Moon was in the sky.

Lin Xuan carefully examined his inner condition, the small sword with its glazed color still hung there.

The green spiritual power slowly flowed, leaving a faint rosy glow in its path, yet the black qi and the Black Lotus that had appeared during the day were nowhere to be seen.

“What the hell!” Lin Xuan stroked his chin, deep in thought.

The scene of absorbing someone’s essence blood was too shocking, a living person had been drained dry in an instant.

Such an occurrence had never happened before, and lately, there had been too many strange events.

“What exactly is in my body?

Why did my father have me enter the family’s Ancestral Land?” Lin Xuan had many questions in his heart.

“Kid, not bad swordsmanship there!” Just then, a voice entered Lin Xuan’s ears.

Lin Xuan’s muscles tensed, he warily looked around, his longsword ready to thrust at any moment, but there was not a single person in sight.

“Come out now, or I swear I’m going to lose it!”

“Stop looking, I’m right here,” the voice said languidly.

Following that, Lin Xuan felt the world spinning around him.

Next thing he knew, the small wooden house had vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of gray-white space.

In front of him stood a huge Divine Tree, though it had already withered.

Under that tree, there was a figure with black hair cascading like a waterfall, clothed in a white garment floating in the air.

The figure had his back to Lin Xuan, and his face could not be seen clearly.

“Who are you, what is this place?” Lin Xuan steadied the shock in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

“Heh heh, not bad, little guy, you didn’t pee your pants in fear,” said the figure in white as he turned around.

It was a middle-aged man, fairly handsome, but his face was full of stubble, and the red wine gourd in his hand ruined his otherwise noble and mystical image.

“Heh heh, haven’t met anyone in a long time, seeing you just feels so endearing!” said the middle-aged man in white, shaking the gourd in his hand.

“Who are you, what do you want with me here?” Lin Xuan was guarded.

“Kid, don’t be so tense.

Who I am is not important, all you need to know is I won’t harm you.

As for this place?

Well, it’s inside your body.”

“What?

Inside my body!” Lin Xuan almost shouted, then as if something struck him, an incredulous look crossed his eyes.

“Could it be that mysterious small sword?”

The middle-aged man in white tipped his head back for a drink from his gourd, smiling without a word.

“What’s with the lotus inside me?

And what’s this sword exactly?” Lin Xuan pressed on with his questions.

The middle-aged man in white replied with a chuckle, “Kid, you sure ask a lot of questions.

You’ll find out in due time, telling you now is pointless.”

And what about that blood-sucking, that wasn’t you doing the sucking, was it?

Lin Xuan recalled the frightening scene.

“There’s another power inside you, and it’s very well concealed.

Indeed, it was that power that poked me awake from my slumber, but as for what it is, I’m not entirely sure.” The middle-aged man in white showed a rare seriousness on his face.

However, he soon reverted to a lazy demeanor: “Don’t worry, with me here, that power won’t dare to surface!”

Lin Xuan knew he wouldn’t get much more information and decided not to ask further.

Still, he thought it was problematic to let this fellow stay inside his body forever; he had to find a way to get him out.

“Hey, you’re not planning to hang around in there forever, are you?

My belly isn’t an inn!”

The white-clothed middle-aged man’s face filled with a smile as he asked with a seductive tone, “Do you want to become an Inner Sect Disciple?

Do you want to return to your clan?

Do you want to grow stronger?”

The voice of the middle-aged man seemed to be full of magic power, making Lin Xuan’s little heart thump wildly.

“Without that black lotus binding my meridians, isn’t it easy for me to grow stronger with my talent?” Lin Xuan had confidence in himself.

“Your talent is indeed impressive, but have you considered how many years you have fallen behind others, and what resources can you obtain now?

Do you have the time to spare?” the man in white challenged him.

“Do you have a way?” Lin Xuan’s face flickered, knowing that Sword Pond Prefecture’s Ancestral Land would open only once every decade, and less than two years remained until the next time.

To enter the Ancestral Land, he must rank among the top three of the younger generation.

Before he left his family, some of the young disciples had already reached the Spirit Sea Realm, while he was only at the Third Level of Pulse Condensation.

The gap between them was as vast as a chasm, seemingly insurmountable.

Seeing Lin Xuan’s somewhat despondent face, the man in white chuckled, “How do you find the Longevity Technique?”

“That cultivation technique was given to me by you!” Lin Xuan remembered the matter of the Longevity Technique.

“Without the Longevity Technique, could you have broken through to the Third Level of Pulse Condensation so fast?” the white-clothed middle-aged man said, “Now, you believe in my strength, right?”

“What do you really want by helping me so much?” Lin Xuan asked warily, knowing there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

“My request is very simple – I’ll tell you once your strength has reached a certain level.” The man in white gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with a sense of age.

“Fine, it’s a deal!” Lin Xuan thought there was no issue with that.

“Hurry and get me to the Spirit Sea Realm,” he stated faintly.

The middle-aged man in white spat out all the wine he’d just drunk: “I wish a mouthful of strong wine could kill you!

You think cultivation is that easy, dreaming of sky-high success in one leap!”

“Ah, such a waste of good wine!” the middle-aged man sighed.

Lin Xuan painfully covered his face, finding it hard not to see this guy as a drunkard, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been duped.

“Just call me Lord of Wine in the future.

I’ll brew some Low-level Spiritual Wine for you first, to spare your meridians from harm.”

“Brewing?

Are you telling me to drink wine to break through?” Lin Xuan felt like he was going mad.

“What’s that look for?” Lord of Wine wasn’t pleased, “In the old days, countless powerful beings begged me, crying and pleading, for my wine.

Be satisfied that you can drink my brew!”

He didn’t care whether Lin Xuan believed him or not and proceeded to say, “Three Snake-shaped Fruits, one Purple Flower, deliver them to me tomorrow, and I’ll start brewing for you.”

“What?

Three Snake-shaped Fruits, one Purple Flower?

Are you asking me to rob someone!” Lin Xuan shouted; he had seen in the Task Hall that just one Snake-shaped Fruit required fifty Contribution Points, and even if he had enough points, those items were probably hard to exchange for.

“If you can’t get them, there’s nothing I can do.

After all, it’s not me who is in a rush to level up.” Lord of Wine yawned, waved his sleeve grandly, conjured a gust of wind, and flung Lin Xuan out.