Published at 22nd of November 2020 04:45:08 PM
Chapter 300: 300
Chapter 300 True Colors
Wine was something that was tied to pleasure, after all . Since time immemorial, wine was consumed by scholars and poets alike . Even when martial men fought with their blades and words, wine was often considered an irreplaceable item .
Lu Zhou sat down slowly . He waved his arm . The wine jar filled the cups precisely under his control .
Two cups were filled .
The aroma of the wine permeated the air .
Pan Litian was nearly drooling at this point . If he did not know that the visitor had come with ill intent, he would have rushed over and drunk his fill .
Li Zhou raised the cup of wine… and took a sip .
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The coffin made strange noises .
Gong Yuandu’s lust for wine was not inferior to Pan Litian . The aroma of the wine that permeated the air filled him with the urge to drink .
Lu Zhou did not swallow the wine . Instead, he spat it out lightly .
Bzzt!
The wine formed three swords that shot at the coffin from the left, right, and middle .
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Three energy blades stabbed into the coffin . Hua Wudao praised . “I’ve almost forgotten the pavilion master’s level of mastery in swordplay . I remember that the Yun Sect’s Luo Changqing publicly praised Yu Shangrong’s sword skills more than once . How can the disciple’s skills be better than the master’s skills?” If the disciple was so terrifying, the master could never be mediocre .
Gong Yuandu said in his hoarse voice, “I’m impressed . Ordinary sword path elites can only condense Qi into energy . A true sword path elite can turn anything into swords . ”
Lu Zhou was unmoved by these flattering words . Instead, he stroked his beard and said, “It’s only an insignificant skill, it’s too insignificant to mention . You could’ve easily blocked this attack . ” ‘And yet, why didn’t he?’ Creak!
The lid of the coffin swung open . A surge of energy rippled into the surroundings as a man emerged from the coffin .
In just an instant, Gong Yuandu appeared in everyone’s sight . He resembled a prehistoric man with his disheveled hair and grimy face . A wiry beard covered his face . His clothes were in tatters . His arms were covered in dirt, almost no skin could be seen . This was the greatest sword path elite of the northern capital, Gong Yuandu’s true appearance . He looked like a mummy .
The others took a step backward at the sight .
This was the result of living inside a coffin for too long .
Ordinary cultivators could reduce their need to eat in the Mystic Enlightening realm . In the Brahman Sea realm, a cultivator could survive on a single meal every three to five days . In the Divine Court realm, it was enough to eat once every ten days or once every fortnight . In the Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm, the cultivator could subsist on the Primal Qi of the world . However, the cultivator would still need some actual food every now and then . It was difficult to imagine how Gong Yuandu managed to survive in the coffin all this time . Did he catch rats and insects in the crypt to eat?
Those who tried to imagine how Gong Yuandu had lived thus far shuddered in disgust . Fortunately, the stench from Gong Yuandu was blocked out by their protective energies . Everyone’s attention was focused on him at this moment .
Gong Yuandu opened his eyes . He seemed to be disturbed by the glaring light . It took him a moment to acclimatize himself to the light again before he looked at the table that had been set up . Then, he glanced at Lu Zhou . As he slowly took his seat, he said, “You’ve changed, Brother Ji . ”
“Oh?”
“But I can’t quite put my finger on it . ” Gong Yuandu raised his right arm . The jar of wine hovered above him as he looked up . The wine inside the jar poured down like a waterfall . Glug! Glug! Glug! “Wonderful!”
Compared to that, Lu Zhou’s manner of slowly sipping from a cup seemed delicate .
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The jar was emptied . With a wave of his hand, the wine jar flew to the side . It landed slowly on the ground precisely at the spot where Gong Yuandu had intended for it to land . “Brother Ji… My cultivation base is not what it once was . If we fight with actual weapons, my defeat is certain . ” When he spoke, flakes of dirt fell from his face .
Lu Zhou sighed and said, “You know your limit is upon you . Why are you still being so stubborn?”
Gong Yuandu heaved a long sigh before he said, “Brother Ji, you’re not like me . ”
“Oh?”
“You’re not as merciless, decisive, or cold-blooded as I am . In a certain sense, kindness shown to the enemy is an act of cruelty against yourself . Back then, you could’ve killed me when I lost to you… If you’d done so, we wouldn’t be in this situation . ”
Lu Zhou raised his wine cup and said slowly, “You don’t understand . ”
Gong Yuandu was puzzled .
Lu Zhou continued, “If you were dead, I would no longer have any opponent . It’s lonely at the top . I can’t help but find it boring . ”
“You’re too kind with your words, Brother Ji . ” Gong Yuandu was delighted to be considered an opponent by the greatest villain whose fame preceded his . However, due to the thick layer of grime on his face and his prolonged stay within the coffin, the changes in his expression were unnoticeable . He waved his arm . “More wine . ”
The female cultivators nearby swiftly brought dozens of jars of century-old wine over .
Pan Litian was beside himself with envy . He did not think there were enough jars of century-old wine in the Evil Sky Pavilion to sustain this manner of drinking .
Gong Yuandu, naturally, did not care about how Pan Litian felt . He started on another jar of wine and emptied it in no time at all . After that, he cupped his fists and said, “Brother Ji, can you fulfill this dying man’s wish?”
“If that’s the case, I will…” Lu Zhou calmly replied .
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“As always, let’s debate about the swords . ” Gong Yuandu glanced at Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao when he spoke . Hua Wudao stepped forward and recounted what had happened earlier .
Naturally, even without Hua Wudao’s explanation, Lu Zhou understood what Gong Yuandu meant . He knew Gong Yuandu’s cultivation base had greatly deteriorated when they met in the Mausoleum of Swords . Gong Yuandu could not possibly have any destructive skills that he could use against him at this point .
Smack!
Gong Yuandu flipped his palm around . The wine jar before him flew up . The wine poured out and transformed into energy . A Taiji seal similar to the one earlier appeared on the ground . Then, it formed the Two Instruments and the Four Phenomenon . When the seal was formed, energy blades materialized before him . It was the same technique
How would the greatest devil under the heavens deal with it?
Pan Litian, who was defeated by this move, widened his eyes . He wanted to take in all of Lu Zhou’s actions . However, he noticed Lu Zhou merely kept his wine cup raised without any signs of moving . He could see a hint of confidence, or maybe conceit, in Lu Zhou’s eyes .
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
When the energy blades shot toward Lu Zhou .
Lu Zhou suddenly flung the cup . It spun and formed a Taiji seal .
Pan Litian frowned . “My judgment’s right…”
Bam!
When the Taiji seal blocked the energy blades, Lu Zhou slammed his palm .
Smack!
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The Formation vein was destroyed . The Taiji seal vanished . The Four Phenomenon Sword Formation vanished as well . This time, Gong Yuandu did not have any energy blades left .
Leng Luo, with his hands on his back, said, “To think the same technique unleashed by different people has such a big difference . ”
Pan Litian’s wizened face flushed red . He said, “Don’t you have a go at me…”
Leng Luo would never let this opportunity slip by . Pan Litian did not cut him any slack earlier after all .
“The limits of the Mystic Enlightening realm has reached… a draw . ”
Gong Yuandu shook his head . “This time, it’s my loss . ” He looked at Leng Luo and the others as he slowly said, “The Four Phenomenon Formation consumed at least four times more energy than the Taiji seal . Although Brother Ji unleashed a palm strike, the overall energy he spent was much lower than what I spent . Unleashing the greatest strength with the least amount of power… I willingly admit defeat…” Lu Zhou seemed unmoved by Gong Yuandu’s flattery . This was merely a portion of his knowledge and experience of cultivating the sword path . The only thing was that he did not expect it to be used in this situation .
Gong Yuandu raised a jar of wine and tossed it into the air…
Swoosh!
The wine spilled out .
“Again!”
The jar suddenly exploded . The wine transformed into sharp blades .