Chapter 13 (1/2)

Chapter 13 - The bamboo forest under the moon, a bead of snow

Around 300 years ago, an incredible genius appeared in the Gu Yue Clan He was very talented and had already cultivated to the point of a Rank five Gu Master at a young age, and even had the possibility of going further He was faht future and was the pinnacle of hope and responsibility in the clan's eyes

In the history of the Gu Yue clan, everyone spoke of him the most - the fourth clan head

Unfortunately he sacrificed hiht the equally powerful Rank five Gu Master, the deh he defeated the Flower Wine Monk after a fierce battle, he let the devil get on his knees and beg for mercy

In the end he was careless and got caught by the Flower Wine Monk's sneak attack The fourth head angrily executed the Flower Wine Monk, but due to his own heavy injuries he died an untimely death

This tragic incident had long since circulated until today, beco Yuan knew that this story was not to be believed, because it had a very large loophole

In his previous life, a month later from now, a drunken Gu Master who had been rejected by his lover lay down outside the village, so drunk he was like a fish In the end because of the overflowing s a Liquor worm

The Gu Master chased after the Liquor worm and found the reround cave, also finding the Flower Wine Monk's inheritance This Gu Master quickly hurried back to the clan and told thee stir

As the storained benefit from it - He obtained the Liquor worirl friend who once abandoned hie for a while

When stories are passed down generation by generation, it is nor Yuan'sthe treasure see that the story was hiding other truths

”I was not aware of it at first, but in these few days while I searched and analyzed on the side, I feel that so Yuan walked in the bah the clues he had so far in his head

”If I put myself in his shoes and think about it, when I discover the Flower Wine Monk's treasure ould I not take it all for o and notify the clan instead? Don't even reed in their hearts What is it that would oing as far as to be willing to abandon all interest and profit, and report this finding to the clan's top brass?”

The truth is always hidden inside the fog of history Fang Yuan racked his brains but he could not get the result After all the clues he had were too few The only two clues he had could easily be true or false, so it could not be fully relied upon

Fang Yuan could not help but think of hireen bamboo wine I only have 2 primeval stones left on rave trouble Today shall be considered the final ga!”

However he didn't have enough primeval stones to refine a Gu worm in the first place So why not invest it in this wine and increase the chances of success?

If it were in the case of other people, most of them would probably play it safe and save up the pri Yuan, the efficiency of doing so was too low He would rather take the risk and gamble

You see, the people of the Demonic Faction love to take risks

Right now, the night grew thicker, the spring ht, as if coating the crescent ossamer

Because it just finished raining continuously for three days and three nights, the turbid energy between thebehind the purest of freshness This fresh air was pure like a piece of white paper, and wasthe wine aro Yuan was full of confidence tonight

The previous seven days of searching was not without gain At least it proved that the Flower Wine Monk did not die in those places This was the second reason for Fang Yuan's confidence

In the barass was luxuriant, the white flowers endless and the green spear ba a clump of jade rods

Fang Yuan opened the jar seal, releasing a thick wine aroma instantly Green bae's nu Yuan's confidence tonight

”With these three big reasons gathering together, if I want to succeed it has to be tonight!” Fang Yuan cheered in his heart as he slowly tilted the wine jar, pouring a s it onto a stone If those bunch of hunters saw this sight, they would have probably become insanely distressed This wine is worth 2 whole primeval stones after all…

But Fang Yuan was indifferent

The fragrant aroentle, the faint aro Yuan stood at his spot, s the aroma He waited for a while, yet he did not see any movement

All he heard was a nightingale crying in the near distance, its sound like a string of bells His gaze was silent He did not feel surprised, and heto a spot a few hundred meters away