Chapter 200: The Clothes Are Gone, Forget About the Wine! (1/2)

Chapter 200: The Clothes Are Gone, Forget About the Wine!

Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion

Bu Fang staggered back into the kitchen. As he let out a light breath, the rich smell of alcohol spread from his mouth.

Having drank two cups of wine, Bu Fang felt all tipsy and lightheaded. He had to admit that this new wine was much stronger than the Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine.

He put away the rest of the wine jars in the kitchen, leaving out only three white jade wine jars. In these jars was the newly brewed spirit wine, which fragrance had engulfed half of the Imperial City.

The three white jade wine jars were carefully lidded, sealing the rich wine aroma within the wine jar themselves to prevent it from further dissipating. Bu Fang patted the white jade wine jars and licked his own lips. The scent of alcohol once again gushed out of his mouth.

Gazing at these white jade wine jars, Bu Fang fell into a deep contemplation. It was time to name the wine…

A spirit wine brewed with three types of seventh grade spirit herbs… maybe call it, Three Treasures Wine? Bu Fang quickly shook his head. This name sounded awfully gawky, and it would devalue the wine.

”One sip fills the mouth with burning flames, once swallowed it becomes cold as blades of ice… how about Frost Blaze Wine? Nope, still too unsophisticated, perhaps Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Wine? Hmm… let's go with Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew.”

Bu Fang rubbed his chin as he mulled over this, but his heart was indeed fervent. The Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew had easily surpassed the Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine. He wondered how it might compare with the Dragon's Breath?

Bu Fang's knowledge of the Dragon's Breath rested on Ni Yan's description. He hadn't personally tasted the Dragon's Breath himself, and so he was unable to make a valid judgement.

”System, is it possible to test whether the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew or the Dragon's Breath is more superior?” Bu Fang asked the system in great anticipation.

However, the system remained silent for a while before solemnly replying him: ”The comparison needs to be made by someone who has tasted Dragon's Breath. Thus, the host is unable to complete the temporary assignment at this stage. Please continue trying hard. However, the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew has been successfully recorded, and so the price valuation has begun…”

The system's reply exceeded Bu Fang's expectations, leaving him slightly dumbfounded.

Must the comparison be made by someone who has tasted the Dragon's Breath? It caused Bu Fang to wrinkle his brows.

Not after long, he relaxed his brows and curled the corners of his lips. There was one person in the Imperial City who had drank the Dragon's Breath before. That was Ni Yan, which meant that the a judgement could be issued once she came by on the following day to try the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew.

The System was still working on the price valuation. Bu Fang didn't have a clue over how it would turn out. However, he was clear on one thing: it certainly wouldn't be cheap.

The results wouldn't be in for quite a while, and Bu Fang was also drowsy from the wine. He yawned, walked out of the kitchen, and got ready to close up and withdraw upstairs.

...

Whitey stood by the store like an unshakeable mountain. A red light flickered continuously in its mechanic eyes.

A thick rain of swords fell before Tian Xuzi. These shadows of blades were all generated from the sword in his hand.

Tian Xuzi's face was grave. Dark red blood trickled out of his nose and stained his white beard…

”Behead this robotic puppet!”

With a light snarl, Tian Xuzi concentrated hard and released waves of true energy from his body. Clink, clank. The shadows of blades whistled and charged toward Whitey.

The shadows covered the sky, almost metamorphosizing into a shower of swords. Its density made one's hair stand on ends and one's heart shudder uncontrollably.

Amidst the rainstorm of blades was Tian Xuzi's vigor of sword. That was a seventh grade Battle-Saint's vigor of sword, a mighty, formidable and rare one. It poured down in a way that nearly crumbled the city gates. An ordinary seventh grade Battle-Saint wouldn't even have the guts to resist this move.

This move… was plainly terrifying.

Those nearby were in awe. They now had considerable awareness of Tian Xuzi's brooding strength.

Whitey's plump body seemed so tiny amidst the torrent of blades, as if a single boat on the vast sea, just waiting to be overturned by the tides.

A robotic sound suddenly rang in the air. Whitey's mechanic eyes raised up and emitted a red beam over the shower of blades.

At that moment, the dense torrent of blades had completely engulfed it.

”Hahaha! Crush it for good!” Tian Xuzi roared with laughter. He wiped away the blood dripping from his nose, absorbed by elation.

Suddenly, his hearty laughter stopped short.

This was because, right before him, the rainstorm of blades were being swallowed by a bottomless pit, and continued to thin out.

Not after long, only a few shadows of blades were left.