139: Chapter 139 The Green Serpent Leaves Her Sword to Slay Evil Spirits and Departs with Wine
"What should I do, what should I do..."
"Should I enshrine it?"
After eating breakfast, Xu Ping looked at the sword in her hand, feeling a bit at a loss.
Later, while plowing the fields, Xu Ping felt somewhat restless.
She spent the entire day in this state of unease.
Even after finishing dinner and getting onto the heated brick bed, the green-clothed Immortal from last night had not returned to retrieve the sword.
"Wife, let's have a child."
The man beside her on the bed reached out and started fumbling around.
"You old devil, stop fumbling!"
"I don't usually see you being so proactive!"
Xu Ping slapped his hand away, sat up, and took a sip of water.
For some reason, she felt particularly restless tonight and couldn't fall asleep.
She got up, walked to the main hall, and gripped that green sword; only then did she feel a bit better.
Afterward, she carried the green sword back to the inner room and placed it by the bed, finally feeling her mind settle.
But just as she breathed a sigh of relief and intended to sleep...
Knock, knock, knock!
A series of hurried knocks came from the door.
"Who is it?"
Xu Ping sat up in bed and shouted toward the outside.
The knocking stopped abruptly.
Creak.
The sound of the door being opened.
Footsteps entered the main hall, pacing back and forth.
The man beside her also realized something was wrong, hurriedly rolling out of bed and grabbing a small stool.
"Get behind me."
The man whispered.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The sound of scratching at the door began, like a cat clawing at it.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
A shrill, mournful voice drifted in.
The two of them were now hiding under the bed, motionless, as faint moonlight reflected through the window.
They were breaking out in a cold sweat.
They knew a dirty thing had entered their home!
The voice stopped.
The scratching stopped.
Dead silence followed.
Creak.
The door to the inner room was pushed open.
'It's inside!'
The two were so terrified they didn't dare to breathe.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
The figure paced back and forth in the room, constantly muttering.
Then the pacing stopped, and a pair of deathly pale feet stood by the bed.
And then...
A round black ball dropped down, rolled a few times, and stopped right next to the pale feet.
It was a head, bloated and white from soaking.
The head opened blood-red eyes, its mouth splitting open to its ears as it looked at the two of them.
"Found you."
Neither of them had ever experienced such a scene; their limbs went cold with fear as they tried to crawl out from under the bed.
Xu Ping remembered the green sword leaning against the bed.
She crawled toward the green sword.
Now, she could only count on that sword left by the Immortal.
But just as she reached the edge of the bed and was about to touch the green sword, an icy sensation grabbed her leg.
With a violent tug,
she was pulled back under the bed.
In this moment of crisis, she had a sudden flash of inspiration, remembering a play she'd seen performed by a traveling troupe in the village called 'The Immortal Slays the Dragon.'
Her hands mimicked the movements in her memory, haphazardly forming a hand seal as she pointed at the green sword by the bed.
"green tail white hair sword, come!"
Green light vibrated.
Evil Qi retreated.
A green sword swept across, and the entire bed was flipped over.
As she gripped the green sword, her sense of helplessness and fear vanished, replaced by a warm power filling her entire body.
The dazed man beside her stared blankly at his wife, who was now surrounded by surging green Qi and overflowing Sword Qi.
"Slay!"
The sword left its scabbard.
Green light filled the room, and the evil Qi was repelled.
Faintly, the roar of a Flood Dragon could be heard.
Under the green light, the figure of that wicked entity melted away like snow.
When the green light finally dissipated,
the evil in the room was entirely purged. The cold moonlight fell into the house, leaving it pristine and spotless.
"W-w-w-wife, are you an Immortal?"
Regarding the matter of me discovering my wife is a deity.
"...No, this sword was left here by that green-clothed Immortal yesterday."
"Didn't I tell you this morning? You just couldn't see it."
Xu Ping waved the sword in her hand.
She found that, just like in the morning, it was fused with the scabbard and could no longer be drawn.
"Last night... that girl was an Immortal?"
Just as Xu Ping was about to reply, she felt the sword in her hand vibrate and fly out of her grasp.
The green sword circled the room a few times, dashed into the main hall, wrapped around several wine jars in the corner, and flew out of the house, turning into a streak of green light that vanished into the distance.
Leaving the two of them staring at each other in shock.
At this moment, the two recalled last night and the sword left behind this morning.
They finally understood that everything was within the Immortal's control.
"The quilt the Immortal slept in... you didn't wash it, did you?"
"Of course not."
"We must enshrine it."
"...Enshrine it."
Meanwhile, in the distant mountains to the west, a large green snake coiled in a mountain stream slightly opened its snake eyes.
It looked up toward the mouth of the ravine.
A green sword swept down.
The green sword, carrying several cloth-sealed wine jars, circled the green snake a few times as if seeking credit.
"I only took a few glances."
The green tail white hair sword stopped, its blade drooping slightly as if feeling wronged.
"Don't worry, I'll drink it. I happen to want to taste what proper wine is like."
The green snake took the wine jars with its tail, tore off the cloth strips, and took a sip.
"Not bad."
Xu Qing spat out a wine cup.
It was precisely the heaven-stealing lamp that Mysterious Method had given him when he took him as a disciple and led the 'ghosts into the village.'
After pouring several jars of wine into it, Xu Qing leaned toward the lamp and sniffed.
The flavor fermented rapidly, and the aroma of the wine grew several times stronger.
"Not bad, not bad. Let's add some more ingredients."
What was Xu Qing?
Before 'a green snake,' there were countless prefixes.
One of them was the creator of the Green Snake Artifact Refining technique, which had shocked the Cultivation World.
Artifact Refining: Throw Everything In Technique.
When this snake brewed wine, he naturally threw everything in as well.
"Soaking green flood dragon whiskers in wine seems like a great idea."
Xu Qing took out the green flood dragon whiskers from before.
The green flood dragon whiskers were ten feet long, as thick as a forearm at the base and as fine as a hair at the tip. They were covered in fine patterns, flashing with green light and indestructible.
In they went.
With a whoosh, green light soared into the sky, and the entire heaven-stealing lamp lit up with a green glow.
Next, Xu Qing took out the compensation he had obtained from Mysterious Spirit.
He began rummaging for suitable wine-brewing Materials.
White Scale Fruit: the skin is like scales, the interior glows, with pink flesh and a golden core; where the fruit grows, the land withers.
In it went.
Dragon Blood Ginseng: looks like a piece of earth, with a thousand hairs like thread; its red blood contains Dragon intent, and it takes ten thousand years to mature.
In it went.
...
In short, everything was thrown in.
The heaven-stealing lamp had never fought such a wealthy battle in eight lifetimes.
It operated at full power, vibrating incessantly, as the fragrance of wine spread throughout the entire mountain stream.
Those who smelled it felt like withered trees meeting spring, or a hundred flowers blooming at once.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
Xu Qing reached the end and found he had nothing left to throw in.
But it was addictive.
This wine brewing was truly addictive for a snake; before he knew it, he was throwing everything in to brew.
"Wait a minute, aren't I the best spiritual material myself!"
Xu Qing almost crawled into the heaven-stealing lamp to brew himself into wine.
Green snake soaked wine.
He who drinks it shall achieve Immortal Ascension.
Xu Qing's upper body transformed into a human figure, and he used the green tail white hair sword to slash his wrist.
Fresh red blood flowed continuously into the heaven-stealing lamp.
The Lisheng Green Snake travels between life and death and loves to consume lifespan; those he favors receive longevity, while those he loathes suffer a sudden, early death.
"Jie jie, brew for me! Brew the best wine!"
"Why do I feel a bit dizzy..."
At the bottom of the mountain stream,
the fragrance of wine drifted everywhere.
On the surface, it was the art of wine brewing.
In reality, it already followed the principles of Alchemy.