31 Serpent sword (1/2)

After some time, Gan Tian Chi began to feel an urge to drink wine. He reached his hand down to grab the earthen jar, only to have his fingers reach thin air.

[Where did I put that?]

”Xue'er, have you seen…'' He looked over towards the girl, who was watching him with a drunken expression. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with a reddish tint. The jar was on a tree stump, which also served as a table and a stool for her.

”What?” She asked about his unfinished question.

”Never mind.” He sighed, as he came over and took the jar. When he peered into it, there was not even a single drop left for him to smell.

[Should I get another jar?] He pondered for a while before he decided against it.

Those jars stored in the cellar was all he had left. They were the only one of their kind, he had made them a long time ago, and those ingredients were rarer than rare, he was only able to make that batch. He himself was very hesitant in consuming it, for he knew that once it was gone, he would never be able to taste it again.

It seemed that he would have to continue his work, without the encouragement of good wine.

Gan Tian Chi was depressed.

He picked up his hammer and continued to hit that piece of metal. Xue'er's eyes once again followed his every movement with a strange sharpness to it.

Gan Tian Chi soon noticed that there wasn't even a hint of her being intoxicated, besides the reddish tinge that showed on her cheeks, on that skin which was usually as pale as paper. It was strange, after all, even he would feel the effects of the wine, if he drank a lot of it and she drank at least a third of the jar.

Thinking till here, he got even more unsatisfied as she had wasted perfectly good wine, one of the few things in the world that actually had an effect on him.

He didn't have much time to dwell on the lost liquor, as he soon reached a critical point in making the sword.

It would soon take its shape.

Under Xue'er's watchful eyes and Gan Tian Chi's skilled craftsmanship, the lump of metal was soon taking shape.

It began taking shape of a long, slithering serpent, with the sharpest part, its tongue at the tip of the sword and the strongest part, the scales on its body which was the entire body of the sword it made for a horrifying weapon.

Taking one look at the sword, Xue'er knew precisely what it was. She knew that the sword would create a wound that mirrored the ones she saw on that family that they came across in the forest. It would be as if a blazing snake had slithered across their bodies, leaving a trail behind.

Just what is he planning to do with such a weapon?

”What is the name of it?” Xue'er asks as the sword is being plunged into the water to cool it down.