534: Chapter 85 Intestine Piercing Powder_2 534: Chapter 85 Intestine Piercing Powder_2 At this moment, Xie Xuanyi felt a scorching heat at the position of his Dantian…
This Drunken Immortal Brew was not at all like wine, but more like a bone-corroding poison.
Upon ingestion, it rapidly spread through the limbs and bones, as if it intended to dissolve a person’s Divine Soul.
However.
Xie Xuanyi’s spiritual willpower was extremely resolute.
He took a deep breath and remained clear-headed.
This scene made the scholar in green robe couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, even changing the way he addressed him: “Brother Xie…
what a tolerance for alcohol.”
The True Master Jun Shan who had previously downed three cups had already collapsed…
The potency of the Drunken Immortal Brew was overwhelming, and because he drank too quickly without any vigilance, his collapse into unconsciousness seemed reasonable.
And now, the host, the scholar in a green robe, had a flushed face, with slightly hazy eyes.
Xie Xuanyi was able to maintain this clarity.
Not because his Divine Soul Realm was higher than these two.
But rather…
This Drunken Immortal Brew was gradually flowing into his body, bit by bit, surging towards the Dantian.
Xie Xuanyi could feel that this forceful “Drunken Immortal Brew” seemed to have activated the Undying Spring within his Dantian.
Perhaps this truly was a bone-corroding poison, triggering the defensive mechanism of the Undying Spring…
Regardless, the Undying Spring invisibly shared much of the burden for him.
He let out a faint sigh.
His eyes shot out two sharp gleams, not only did he not succumb to intoxication, but he became even more sober.
“Truly, heroes abound in this world like carps crossing the river…
if you accompany me for three more cups, I will let you go today.”
Right at this moment, the scholar in the green robe propped his chin and suddenly spoke: “After three cups, the Iron Cavalry of Qixia Mountain will withdraw, and for one hour, Yuzi Camp, Camp Cang, Yuanzhou Iron Cavalry, none will appear before you.”
This statement was made.
The bamboo grove went silent.
Deng Baiyi looked at the scholar in disbelief…
what kind of identity did this scholar have to say such things?
“Really?”
Xie Xuanyi stared intently at the scholar before him.
“It is absolutely true.”
The young scholar nodded with a smile: “Can you manage three cups?”
Xie Xuanyi smiled with his eyes lowered and said: “What if I drink more than three cups…”
“One more cup, and you can take an additional person.”
The scholar in the green robe spoke with a smile: “However, Brother Jun Shan here has collapsed due to the wine, I’m afraid you can’t take him away today, but if you can drink five cups, you can take away ‘Mi Yun’ from Fan Yin Temple, along with this Miss Deng.
If you only manage four cups…
you’ll have to choose one of the two.
Of course, if you get drunk, then you can’t take anyone.”
“…Please!”
Xie Xuanyi extended his hand, signaling the other party to pour the wine.
The scholar in the green robe didn’t care about protocol and stood up proactively.
With a gentle flutter of his large sleeve, as if by magic, six porcelain bowls appeared anew on the bamboo table.
The wine jug floated up in the air, as Drunken Immortal Brew cascaded out, splitting like a clear spring into the six porcelain bowls.
Xie Xuanyi immediately picked up a cup.
If drinking the third cup of Drunken Immortal Brew felt like the Dantian was being scorched,
Then the fourth cup was like fiery oil on the flames.
Boom!
The Primordial Fire at the center of Xie Xuanyi’s brows and within his Dantian ignited uncontrollably!
“Xie Zhen…”
Deng Baiyi by his side, heart in a tight grip, couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.
Xie Xuanyi raised a hand, signaling that there was no need to worry for him.
He quietly sat on the grass mat and the meditation cushion, closed his eyes, and slowly savored, chewing the aroma of the Drunken Immortal Brew.
This time.
He took a good twenty breaths.
“The fourth cup.”
“You can take one person away.”
The scholar in the green robe spoke very softly, accompanying Xie Xuanyi in drinking this fourth cup.
Drinking Drunken Immortal Brew seemed to be an enjoyment for him.
The scholar in green sipped his wine while silently scrutinizing the countenance of the young man in black before him, his gaze steadily fixed on the location between Xie Xuanyi’s eyebrows…
“There is no rush.
It’s still early.”
Xie Xuanyi also spoke.
He picked up the fifth cup and drank it.
Upon swallowing this sip.
Xie Xuanyi let out a faint grunt.
He only felt that he had fallen into an unprecedented state of chaos.
His mind wandered restlessly, Heart Lake rippling.
In a flash.
He saw the myriad scenes of his past life.
Scenes of his rise to fame at a young age surfaced one by one.
Having mastered swordsmanship at Lotus Peak, leaving the sect, traveling the Four Realms, challenging and defeating countless opponents, and eventually becoming the Sword Champion.
He was full of youthful vigor.
These scenes gradually withered and declined…
The harsh winds through the bamboo forest blew into his marrow, as bone-chilling as the North Sea waters.
These once buoyant and spirited images withered in an instant, finally becoming the monochrome memories that sank into the North Sea.
These moments and scenes revolved thousands of times, flashing through the Divine Sea within.
Xie Xuanyi brought his hand to his forehead.
He drank five cups.
For the first time, he understood the term “dead drunk” as used by ordinary people; so this was “intoxication”…
After drinking five cups of Drunken Immortal Brew, Xie Xuanyi lost control of his Divine Sea.
His thoughts spun around thousands of times in an instant; recalling the peak moment of his past made him want to let out a long roar uncontrollably, and thoughts of sorrowful events immediately dampened his spirits.
After a long, long time.
He finally raised his head.
His once sparkling eyes had become dim, murky, and weary.
But they stared intently at the scholar in green in front of him.
Xie Xuanyi stretched out five fingers.
“Five cups of wine, you really drank them all.”
The green-clad scholar also picked up the fifth cup.
Unlike Xie Xuanyi, he did not drink in risky bets, but for the simple pleasure.
At this moment, he sipped slowly, his expression one of contemplation as he spoke softly, “Xie Zhen, you have indeed surprised me…
Now you can take Mi Yun and Deng Baiyi with you.”
“…”
Xie Xuanyi gave a faint smile.
He did not leave immediately, but curled the five outstretched fingers slightly.
The green-clad scholar looked puzzled.
Was he beckoning for a sixth cup?
“This sixth cup…
I want to exchange for True Master Jun Shan’s safety.”
Xie Xuanyi spoke lightly, “He has never provoked you, nor has he any involvement with the Buddhist sect.”
“That’s true…”
The scholar narrowed his eyes, glancing at the drunken Daoist child with interest, agreeing readily: “If you can drink this sixth cup, looking after him isn’t really a big deal.”
Xie Xuanyi took a deep breath.
The reason he requested this sixth cup was because he knew that today…
it might be difficult to take Jun Shan away.
Additionally, there was another reason.
Upon the brew touching his throat, Xie Xuanyi felt as though he reached into the depths of his Divine Sea, touching upon that broken, lost piece of memory.
Youthful vigor ending in a plunge into the North Sea.
There seemed to be a gap in between…
a piece seemingly cut away.
After drinking the Drunken Immortal Brew.
Xie Xuanyi faced his past “ego”, and for a moment, he seemed to glimpse that blurry, lost past.
In the Moon Hidden Realm, what exactly happened during his time alone with Emperor Chu?
This was something Xie Xuanyi, in his second reincarnation, had always wanted to clarify.
“Before you drink this sixth cup, there’s something I should tell you.”
“Actually, this Drunken Immortal Brew isn’t really wine…”
The scholar held the sixth cup, not hurrying to pass it to Xie Xuanyi, but placed it in front of himself, gently swaying it.
Looking at the ripples emanating from the porcelain cup, the scholar sighed softly and said unwillingly: “It’s actually a poison.
After drinking it, one experiences hallucinations in the Purple Mansion Divine Sea, and the majority of cultivators will lose their will to fight, breaking their Dao Heart.
The Hook and Clamp Master named it with another term, ‘Intestine Piercing Powder’.
They often use this poison to interrogate criminals.
Anyone without firm resolve confesses everything after a sip.”
“The dose used by the Hook and Clamp Master is not even half of what I have here.”
The scholar mused: “To fully drink a cup and still walk unaided, one in ten thousand…
You’ve seen it, even the Reincarnated Yang God can’t withstand the medicinal power of this ‘Drunken Immortal Brew’, and if one drinks too much, the Divine Sea could truly shatter.”
“Xie Zhen…
You can now leave with your whole self.”
He paused, then smilingly asked: “After hearing all this, do you really still want to drink this sixth cup?”
The wind blew, and the leaves rustled.
Xie Xuanyi extended his hand and said a single word.
“Come.”