Dancing with a Sword While Drunk, the Wine Pot Appeared

Li Zhexian hugged the wine jar tighter, closed his eyes, and walked into the moonlight with the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand.

A mountain breeze swept across the back mountain.

Sword Qi swept the leaves into the air.

By the time the disciples on night duty reached the cliff, they saw only a streak of azure light flash past them.

"Senior Brother Li!"

"Is he already drunk?"

"Don't go over there yet. The ground is covered in sword marks."

"Hasn't Sword Elder arrived yet?"

"Someone has already been sent to notify him."

One disciple looked at the wine jar in Li Zhexian's arms and asked in a low voice.

"What should we do with that jar of wine?"

The disciple beside him glanced at him.

"At a time like this, you're still thinking about wine?"

"That's wine reserved for Titled Douluo. Who wouldn't want a look?"

While the disciples were still arguing, Li Zhexian had already reached the waterfall.

He did not look back.

His steps carried him to the left one moment and the right the next, and each time the Azure Lotus Sword fell, it went in a different direction from the last.

The first strike severed a tree branch.

The second brushed past a rock.

After the third fell alongside the waterfall, the sword light split the curtain of water in two.

When Ning Rongrong reached the cliff, she saw Li Zhexian step onto a rock and turn around.

"Li Zhexian, stop! Uncle Jian will be here any moment."

The Azure Lotus Sword passed in front of her feet.

The sword Qi cut into the ground, leaving a white mark three feet long.

Ning Rongrong stopped outside the sword mark and looked at him.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Li Zhexian opened one eye.

"Don't cross the line."

"Are you already drunk?"

"I haven't finished the wine yet."

"You brought my father's wine to the back mountain, and you still say you're not drunk?"

"I'm practicing my sword."

"That last strike almost hurt me."

"I already warned you."

"You weren't even looking at me."

"The sword saw you."

Ning Rongrong was left speechless.

She pointed at the wine jar.

"Put the wine on the ground."

"If I put it down, it'll be gone."

"The wine won't run away on its own."

"The one inside the wine will."

"What will run away?"

Li Zhexian did not answer her.

He turned and slashed at the rock wall behind the waterfall, leaving a long sword mark across its surface with the Azure Lotus Sword.

The Soul Power around the blade now carried the scent of wine.

The golden light at his chest lit up as well.

The numbers on the panel in his sea of consciousness changed.

Suppression rate: 92%.

Suppression rate: 90%.

Suppression rate: 87%.

Ning Rongrong looked at his chest, and her expression changed.

"Why did your Soul Power suddenly increase?"

"Because I drank wine."

"Just drinking wine can take you from rank ten to rank eleven?"

"Wine is a good thing."

"What else haven't you told me?"

Li Zhexian did not answer.

He raised the Azure Lotus Sword and thrust it toward the rock wall behind the waterfall.

A patch of white light rose above his head, then condensed into a wine pot the size of a fist.

Azure patterns covered the pot, and wine mist poured continuously from its spout.

In his sea of consciousness.

Three lines of text appeared one after another.

Second Martial Soul awakened.

Martial Soul name: Drunken Immortal Wine Pot.

Attributes: wine-type support and special Martial Soul.

Ning Rongrong looked up at the wine pot.

"When did you get a Second Martial Soul?"

"Just now."

"Why didn't you tell me about it before?"

"It didn't want to come out before."

"Can't you say something useful?"

"It's come out now."

Ning Rongrong looked at Li Zhexian.

For the first time, she felt that he was even harder to talk to when drunk than usual.

The Drunken Immortal Wine Pot circled Li Zhexian once.

Wine mist fell from its spout, and the Azure Lotus Sword let out a clear ringing sound.

The two kinds of Soul Power converged in his meridians, and the suppressive force in his chest began to loosen.

Suppression rate: 80%.

Soul Power reached rank eleven.

Rank twelve.

Rank thirteen.

Each time he advanced a rank, another sword mark appeared on the rock wall.

Li Zhexian's final thrust pierced the rock face, leaving the two characters "Zhexian" on it.

Ning Rongrong looked at the two characters and asked him a question.

"Your Soul Power didn't increase for six years. Why did it suddenly reach rank thirteen today?"

"The method I used before was wrong."

"Then what method did you switch to today?"

"A different way of drinking wine."

"Steal wine, drink it, and then practice your sword?"

"Your summary isn't wrong."

"You stole my father's wine."

"I already tested it for him."

"How dare you say that?"

"There's no poison in it."

Ning Rongrong took an angry step forward.

The moment her toe touched the sword mark, Li Zhexian raised the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand.

"Don't cross the line."

"That last strike almost hurt me."

"The sword Qi stopped in front of your feet."

"That's because I dodged quickly."

"You didn't move."

Ning Rongrong pointed at him.

"You're still talking back to me?"

"I'm stating the facts."

The Drunken Immortal Wine Pot suddenly released a great deal of wine mist, enveloping Li Zhexian.

His Soul Power seemed to have been washed in wine, and it circulated a little faster.

New text appeared on the panel in his sea of consciousness.

The Azure Lotus Sword and the Drunken Immortal Wine Pot have completed their first resonance.

Resonance duration: one hour.

Soul Power circulation speed increased.

High-strength chains discovered deep within the shield seal.

Li Zhexian looked up at the Drunken Immortal Wine Pot.

"There are chains inside the shield too?"

Ning Rongrong had not heard the notification in his sea of consciousness. She only heard him speak all of a sudden.

"What are you talking about now?"

"There's a blacksmith in the mountain."

"Don't lie to me."

Li Zhexian was about to explain when a disciple's shout came from below on the mountain path.

"Senior Brother Li, stop drinking! Sword Elder is here!"

Li Zhexian immediately hid the wine jar behind his back.

"Uncle Jian's arrival tonight is a little inconvenient."

Chen Xin came walking up the mountain path.

His Soul Power first shielded Ning Rongrong and the disciples, then fell upon the wine pot above Li Zhexian's head.

"Put the sword down."

"Uncle Jian, you came at just the right time."

"Did you steal the sect master's wine?"

"I borrowed it."

"Who gave you permission to borrow it?"

"The jar said it was reserved for Titled Douluo. I wanted to know what it tasted like."

Chen Xin looked at the wine jar in his arms.

"Have you finished looking now?"

"The wine's already in my stomach."

Chen Xin then looked at the Drunken Immortal Wine Pot.

"What is that?"

"My wine pot."

"When did you get it?"

"Just now."

"How many more things are you hiding from me?"

Li Zhexian raised a hand and reached toward the phantom above his head.

"It didn't want to come out before. You can't blame me for that."

Chen Xin took a step closer.

"What rank is your Soul Power now?"

"Rank thirteen."

"From rank ten to rank thirteen?"

"The wine also played a part."

"No more drinking."

Li Zhexian hid the wine jar farther behind his back.

"The medicinal effects are still active."

Chen Xin stopped.

"What medicinal effects?"

Ning Rongrong spoke up from the side.

"He said there were medicinal effects in the wine."

Li Zhexian looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Can you take what someone says when they're drunk seriously?"

Chen Xin reached out, seized his wrist, and sent Soul Power into his meridians.

Golden light spread outward from his chest, and the Drunken Immortal Wine Pot made a sound.

Suppression rate: eighty percent.

After passing through his meridians, the Soul Power headed straight for the level-twenty threshold.

Level fourteen.

Level fifteen.

Level sixteen.

The Azure Lotus Sword fell from Li Zhexian's hand.

Chen Xin raised his hand and caught the Azure Lotus Sword by its hilt.

"Zhexian!"

A great cloud of wine mist poured out of the Drunken Immortal Wine Pot.

Li Zhexian steadied himself with the wine jar, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

Level seventeen.

Level eighteen.

Level nineteen.

Level twenty.

After his Soul Power struck the level-twenty threshold, its rate of increase began to slow.

Li Zhexian's chest trembled. All his Soul Power remained in his meridians, advancing no further.

Peak of level twenty.

Ning Rongrong looked at him.

"Your Soul Power is still increasing."

"I haven't obtained a Soul Ring yet, so I can only stop here for now."

Chen Xin held the Azure Lotus Sword, his expression growing grave.

"Did you already know you had a Second Martial Soul?"

"I only saw it today."

"And you still dared to experiment so recklessly?"

Li Zhexian hugged the wine jar tightly.

"Uncle Jian, the wine is almost gone."

Chen Xin looked down at the ground.

The bottom of the wine jar had smashed a piece of mountain rock, and a crack had appeared in its body.

Wine flowed from the crack and fell onto the stone.

The Drunken Immortal Wine Pot gradually faded in the moonlight until only a wisp of wine mist remained.

One final line of white text appeared in his sea of consciousness.

After obtaining the Second Soul Ring, Twin Resonance will enter its next stage.