“Why not?” Jian Feng said, “If you can, why can’t I? I want to pass on my Jinghong Sword to them. What? Do you have a problem with that?”
Bai Mo Kai smiled, “No, no, I’m overjoyed. I believe Junior Sister in heaven would be very comforted to see this. You swore that Jinghong Sword would never be passed on, yet now……”
Jian Feng said, “Things are dead, people are alive. Oaths are made by people, and can naturally be changed at will. This is the way of the strong, and by adhering to this path, man can conquer heaven. Is there anything wrong with that?”
Bai Mo Kai shook his head helplessly, “As Junior Brother says. Yi Jian, Yi Xiao, what are you two standing there for? Aren’t you going to pay your respects? To receive the Jinghong Sword, the legacy of the Sacred Divine Sword Immortal, you are truly blessed for this lifetime.”
“Sacred Divine Sword Immortal?”
Yi Jian and Yi Xiao immediately knelt down, “Your disciples pay their respects to Master.”
Jian Feng said, “Good. From now on, I, Jian Feng, will treat you as my own.”
Seeing them so happy, Bu Shen finally put his worried heart down. He had feared it might affect his plan, but it seemed he had worried for nothing.
Bu Shen laughed heartily, “Good, good, good. I have the Poetry Soul, the Sacred Divine Sword Immortal, and now the Divine Mechanism Master. The grand plan can be achieved!”
“Divine Mechanism Master?” Jian Feng asked curiously, “What is that?”
Bu Shen pointed at Ming Zhi Tian, “Him. I just learned that he is the disciple of the old man Chang Jiang.”
“What?” Jian Feng quickly moved closer to get a good look. “Young man, you are actually a successor of the old man Chang Jiang?”
Ming Zhi Tian nodded, “Is my master, the old man Chang Jiang, very famous?”
Everyone instantly fell over backwards. What kind of situation was this?
Bai Mo Kai scratched his chin, “Famous? How could he not be? Looking at the entire Heavenly Realm, there is no one who does not know him, no one who does not respect and fear him. It's no exaggeration to say that every one of his creations is divine.”
“Someone once offered five million spirit stones to buy his mechanical puppet, and eventually succeeded in bidding for it at fifty million spirit stones, yet there was still a fierce struggle. Tell me, are you really his disciple? How can you not know this?”
Ming Zhi Tian gave an embarrassed smile, “I bury myself in the study of mechanisms and know nothing of the outside world.”
“So that’s how it is.” That explanation made sense. Otherwise, they would have seriously suspected Ming Zhi Tian of impersonation.
Bu Shen said, “Since we are all so happy, Cui Bai, go and fetch my prized Ten Thousand Year Luo Di Chun.”
“Yes, Bu Shen.”
Cui Bai brought over a jar of aged wine. Even before it was opened, a rich aroma wafted out.
Bu Shen smiled, “You are all in for a treat. I never carry this wine with me. You can only drink it at the camp. Today, we will not discuss matters, but rather drink this jar.”
Everyone raised their cups, “Let us drink this jar!”
The jar was opened!
The fragrance of the wine overflowed, and the mellow yet simple aroma of the liquor instantly filled the hearts and lungs of everyone present. It warmed them from within, giving each person an inexpressible sense of exhilaration.
Time ticked by, and by the time the jar was empty, everyone was drunk. This was called Qian Du Jiu (Thousand Degrees Wine). One cup revitalized the spirit, two cups broke the heart, three cups and even the sober would lose their soul. Losing one’s soul meant falling into despair, and three cups meant stepping through the gates of the underworld, or taking a tour of the netherworld. This was the Ten Thousand Year Luo Di Chun.
Though life is meant to be enjoyed, dying drunk is also in vain. Many have drunk strong liquor, but aged wines of ten thousand years are exceedingly rare.
Ming Zhi Tian remembered all the wine he and Yun Yan had drunk in the Immortal Wine Cellar. None of it compared to the Qian Du Jiu they were drinking today. It was truly potent, exhilarating, and invigorating.