Chapter 155

Chapter 154 The Great Demon Rolling Dragon, the Current State of the Black Forest

Sun Peng washed his hands with clear spring water to remove any impurities.

Next, select the appropriate teapot and teacups for brewing.

The pot is a celadon pot.

The cup is a pine-patterned cup.

Then, I picked up the bamboo tea scoop and measured out seven leaves and one bud of the [Youlan Mist Tea] from the blue wooden box.

Too little, and the taste won’t be good.

Too much, the flavor is too strong.

Then, place the seven leaves and one bud into a celadon pot and add hot water at 80 degrees Celsius.

But it only lasted three seconds before Sun Peng immediately picked it up, poured out the hot water from the kettle, and then poured in the hot water a second time. Gradually, the tea leaves unfurled inside.

After the tea was brewed, Sun Peng poured the first brew into another small cup. Then he stood up, holding the teapot in one hand and supporting the body of the pot with the other, and poured the second brew into the pine-patterned cup in front of Xu Changqing.

It was the third and final infusion before it was my turn.

Xu Changqing looked at the fragrant Orchid Mist Tea and noticed that although the tea leaves were dark in color, the brewed tea was a bluish-green color, with fine spiritual energy rising like mist.

Sun Peng extended his hand and said, “Fellow Daoist Cai, please!”

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing picked up the teacup in front of him and held it below his nose.

No wonder this tea can sell for a mid-grade spirit stone per pot.

The first whiff of its delicate fragrance.

Let’s smell the fragrance of orchids again.

A deep sniff reveals a sweet aftertaste.

Press your tongue against the roof of your mouth and sip slowly.

When you drink it, it tastes quite sour and astringent, and your tongue feels slightly numb, but this is quickly diluted by a refreshing sweetness.

When swallowed, it feels like a warm, floral-scented stream has slid down the throat, leaving a faint, pleasant fragrance.

After about two or three breaths, a sweet, honey-like taste suddenly welled up in my mouth.

The spiritual energy surged within my abdomen, making me feel completely refreshed.

Xu Changqing’s eyes lit up: “Excellent tea!”

Sun Peng breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, “If Fellow Daoist Cai likes it, take one jin when you leave.”

And so, the two sipped tea and chatted casually.

Unlike usual, the transaction didn’t happen immediately.

More leisurely, more relaxed.

When does this liquor store open?

“It should be soon!”

“I’d really like to try the wine sold by the Sun family!”

Downstairs, there was a lot of discussion.

Xu Changqing put down his teacup and said half-jokingly, “Your Sun family has a pretty good reputation.”

Sun Peng grinned: “Actually, these are all people we hired with spirit stones. They started hyping it up a few days ago, and now we’re just waiting for you to come and put the spirit rice wine on the shelves.”

Xu Changqing was not surprised at all upon hearing this.

He had already noticed something amiss when he arrived on this street and stood near the shops.

How can a liquor store that hasn’t even officially opened for business yet, and hasn’t sold a single pound of liquor, attract so many customers to stop by, and even discuss and pay attention to it?

There’s obviously something fishy going on here.

Without further ado, Xu Changqing took out 500 jin of top-grade spirit rice and 500 jin of high-quality spirit rice wine that he had prepared in advance from his small storage bag.

Sun Peng saw this and his eyes lit up.

Both spirit rice and spirit rice wine are necessities for cultivating immortality.

To be honest, I’m a little reluctant to sell it to independent cultivators outside.

There was nothing they could do; Xu Changqing wanted to open a liquor store, so they had no choice but to comply.

Then, Sun Peng took out the spirit stones he had used to buy the spirit rice.

Last time it was five mid-grade spirit stones.

This time, there are also five.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing said nothing.

Although the ratio of top-grade spiritual rice produced in the second-grade spiritual fields today is 1:1.2.

But 500 jin only sold for 420 low-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to four mid-grade spirit stones.

They gave us five coins, which is already higher than the market price in the market for independent cultivators.

As for the spirit rice wine, there’s no need to rush to pay for it.

Because the two parties are in a cooperative relationship, they will split the profits after the Lingmi wine is sold.

For the first six months, Xu Changqing held 60% of the shares, while the Sun family held 40%.

Six months later, regardless of whether business was good or bad, Xu Changqing owned 70% and the Sun family owned 30%.

This was all agreed upon by both parties during the last visit.

After the transaction was completed, the two continued to enjoy tea and chat.

It wasn’t until almost evening that Xu Changqing bid farewell to Sun Peng, and slowly left Panchun Teahouse with a pound of Youlan Wucha tea leaves.

Where to go?

Of course, it’s about drinking with courtesans!

He came to the Sanxiu Market mainly to relax, besides trading.

I drank quite a bit of tea that afternoon, and my stomach was rumbling as I walked.

It was perfect to take a walk while refining the spiritual energy within.

“Ouch!”

“This is incredible! A great demon has been slain!”

“Another five-hundred-year-old rolling dragon!”

Xu Changqing was walking towards the [Invitation Fragrance Pavilion] when he suddenly noticed that the people around him were rushing to the other side like madmen.

Listening to the words of those around me, and seeing their excited expressions.

After thinking it over, Xu Changqing decided to follow them.

As long as you don’t leave the city, it’s fine.

Before long, a fairly spacious square appeared ahead.

However, it was filled with an extremely complex smell.

If I had to describe it, it’s like a rotten egg being struck by lightning and scorched.

The nauseating smell spread outwards from the square.

Many ordinary people vomit immediately upon smelling this odor.

Many cultivators also looked quite grim.

Even so, no one left.

Every single one of them was looking towards the center of the square.

Seeing the crowds of people packed together, Xu Changqing stomped his right foot and leaped into the air, landing directly on the roof of a nearby high-rise building.

There are quite a few people who share his thoughts and behaviors.

Then, everyone looked towards the center of the square.

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There were about ten people standing inside, all of them independent cultivators.

Although they wore different clothes, they all had a tiger descending a mountain embroidered on their chests.

They are the famous “Descending Tiger” demon-hunting team of Dongqing City.

Currently ranked second, their strength is self-evident.

Behind the dozen or so people lay a rolling, earth-yellow dragon at least ten feet long.

How long is ten zhang?

It is about thirty-three meters.

Even though this rolling dragon was dead beyond any doubt, it still exuded a strong and terrifying aura.

From the current perspective, there are many injuries, and they are all very serious.

He suffered a severe head injury.

There was a penetrating wound in his left eye, and the eye socket was ruptured, with thick yellow liquid flowing out.

His jaw was torn apart, as if a sharp arrow had pierced his throat diagonally upwards, tearing his mouth into a twisted “crooked mouth” and revealing jagged, broken teeth.

His torso was covered in wounds.

The area seven inches from the ground was charred black, clearly a mark left by a lightning-attracting talisman.

The hard outer skin had cracked open, revealing the bluish-purple necrotic muscle beneath.

The tail was almost completely severed, with only a small amount of muscle connecting it.

The vertebrae were cracked inch by inch, as if they had been crushed by a heavy object.

What flowed out was not blood, but a yellowish-brown mud.

Xu Changqing’s pupils contracted slightly as he watched: “This is the Rolling Dragon?”

This was the first time he had ever seen a monster so close up.

Moreover, it seems to be a great demon that is five hundred years old.

It definitely feels different from the feeling brought by spirit beasts.

At this moment, a man on the other rooftop spoke up: “This is the third rolling dragon to emerge from that place in the past six months.”

Upon hearing this, a female cultivator beside her said with a grave expression, “To this day, Huang Yuanhua’s cave has not been fully explored, and it seems that something even more terrifying is hidden deep within it!!!”

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