411: Drunken Sword Immortal Zhou Ping!

Seeing that Zhou Ping had already agreed, Shen Qingzhu no longer hesitated.

He flipped his hands, and an ancient-looking jade box appeared in Shen Qingzhu's hand.

"Senior Sword Saint, this is the enfeoffment ceremony prepared for you by the Lord of the Country."

Shen Qingzhu opened the jade box, only to see a piece of soft red silk laid inside.

On the silk, there were two seeds, covered with dense golden runes.

It was hard to imagine how much effort Song Zhong had put into these two seeds.

"These are seeds? My enfeoffment ceremony relies on these two seeds?"

Even Zhou Ping felt a bit new in his heart; when he thought of the enfeoffment ceremony, he imagined it would involve bathing, changing clothes, and then receiving Song Zhong's enfeoffment on a high altar.

But looking at it now, it was clearly not like that.

"That's right, there aren't so many formalities; just these two seeds can complete the enfeoffment ceremony," Shen Qingzhu said.

"May I ask what kind of seeds these are?" Zhou Ping was still curious, because these two seeds looked very different from any seeds in the current world.

"I don't know either, but the Lord of the Country once said that what kind of fruit the seeds bear depends entirely on one's personal Opportunity."

Shen Qingzhu handed the two seeds to Zhou Ping, "One is for internal consumption, and one is to be scattered on the earth. As for the result, it's all up to Senior Sword Saint himself."

After doing all this, Shen Qingzhu transformed into a wisp of clear wind and drifted away.

Zhou Ping carefully looked at the two seeds in his palm, no longer hesitating, and flew towards Iron Encirclement Mountain.

After a long time, Zhou Ping arrived before a sheer cliff.

He put one into his mouth and swallowed it, while the other seed he casually tossed into a crevice in the cliff.

Suddenly, a look of pain appeared on Zhou Ping's face.

The seed he swallowed into his stomach instantly turned into nothingness, and the runes engraved on its surface actually spread throughout his body along his meridians.

Those runes were like hungry wolves, frantically devouring the Law power within Zhou Ping's body.

Even though Zhou Ping had entered the God Realm, he was helpless against these runes; feeling his Law power disappear bit by bit, Zhou Ping collapsed on the cliff, unable to muster any strength.

However, in stark contrast, the seed he threw into the crevice swelled more and more.

Zhou Ping leaned against a rock, unable to see the scene inside the crevice, but in the midst of it, he seemed to hear a sound.

It was the sound of the seed breaking its shell and sprouting, the sound of life blossoming.

Inside the crevice, all the runes on the surface of that seed suddenly permeated inwards, and a tender sprout drilled out from within.

That tender sprout grew continuously, plunging its head into the rock wall.

Feeling the other seed bursting with vitality, Zhou Ping's heart suddenly understood.

It turned out that the seed he had just consumed had absorbed his Law power entirely to provide nourishment for the other seed.

Now, his Law power had been drained, so even if he swaggered back to the current world, he would not be forced to Dao transformation.

Was this what Song Zhong meant by concealing the heavenly secrets?

But now Zhou Ping had a question: the Dao transformation was resolved, but his Law power was also gone.

Going around in circles, wouldn't he have worked in vain?

Zhou Ping suddenly felt a bit like crying and laughing; Song Zhong wouldn't play such a trick on him, would he?

No way, no way?

At this moment, the seed inside his body had hidden itself in the Dantian and was no longer moving.

Zhou Ping also caught his breath, and his Mental Energy recovered somewhat.

He stretched his limbs and walked to the edge of the cliff. Zhou Ping wanted to see what the other seed had turned into.

Zhou Ping poked his head out and immediately spotted a patch of green in the crevice of the cliff.

Indeed, that seed had sprouted and already taken root on the cliff. Now Zhou Ping was curious about what would grow from his own seed.

Emerald green vines grew tenaciously along the rock crevices, and palm-sized leaves extended out from between the cliff cracks, one by one.

Zhou Ping watched for a while and then said in surprise, "This is... a gourd?"

He remembered very clearly that his third uncle liked to plant a few gourds in the corner of the backyard.

The gourd vines climbed all over the trellis, providing him with shade during the hot summer days.

"Interesting. Judging by this growth rate, it seems it won't be long until it bears fruit."

A hint of anticipation subtly arose in Zhou Ping's heart.

Sure enough, two white gourd flowers emerged from among the leaves.

Zhou Ping leaped up, stepping on the Dragon Elephant Sword, and flew to the side of the gourd vine.

He carefully parted the vines: one of the two white gourd flowers was bare underneath, a male flower. The other had a small gourd sitting below it, a female flower.

Zhou Ping, enlightened, directly broke off the male flower to pollinate the female flower.

This was one of Zhou Ping's childhood joys, so he was very skilled at it now.

After Zhou Ping had pollinated it, the female flower began to wither, and the small gourd beneath it began to grow larger.

The Law power of the "Red Dust Sword Immortal" continuously nourished the gourd from the root of the gourd vine.

Zhou Ping watched the gourd intently, thinking to himself: So, my Law power didn't disappear; it was just transferred to this gourd through those two seeds.

And that gourd grew at a visible speed.

Soon, the gourd grew to thirty centimeters in size and then stopped, while the roots of the gourd vine also began to show signs of wilting.

Zhou Ping knew the time was right and directly reached out to pluck the gourd from the vine.

As soon as the gourd left the vine, a burst of green light instantly erupted.

In an instant, the heavens and earth of the Ghost Country seemed to respond; wind and rain lashed down from the sky, and thunder and lightning roared in unison.

This gourd, carrying the Law power of the Sword Dao, actually caused a celestial phenomenon.

Zhou Ping held the gourd in his palm; he could feel that inside the gourd, there seemed to be tens of thousands of Sword Qi constantly flowing.

The green color on the surface of the gourd gradually faded, slowly turning a purplish-red.

"So that's it, so that's it!"

Zhou Ping's eyes instantly lit up with excitement; he gently shook the purplish-red gourd, and there seemed to be liquid sloshing inside.

Without a word, Zhou Ping directly opened the mouth of the gourd, and an intoxicating fragrance wafted out.

"It's wine! It's wine imbued with the Law power of the "Red Dust Sword Immortal"!"

Zhou Ping tilted his head back and poured the fine wine from the gourd into his mouth.

Boom!

As the wine entered his throat, a terrifying pressure emanated from Zhou Ping's body!

On Iron Encirclement Mountain, rocks tumbled down, and the suddenly erupting Sword Qi actually left ten thousand sword marks on the hard mountain body!

And all of this happened in but an instant.

"So that's how it is; how can the Jianghu be without fine wine?"

From then on, the Sword Saint was no more; there was only the Wine Sword Immortal, Zhou Ping.