Li Ping'an set Spirit Stones and some pills around him, then bathed and changed his clothes.
Next, he brewed a little medicinal decoction and drank it.
Afterward, he poured a cup of wine and emptied it onto the ground.
"This cup is for the Heavenly Venerable of the Daoist School!"
He filled another cup.
"This cup is for the Buddha!"
"This cup is for the Confucian sages."
"This cup is for the Military School's patriarch."
"This cup is for the Mohist School..."
"..."
Before long, Li Ping'an had poured almost an entire vat of wine onto the ground.
He thought for a moment. There seemed to be no one else left to toast.
"This cup is for freedom, and this cup is for death..."
Only then did he finally lower his head and take a great gulp of wine himself.
"Today, if I don't succeed, then I'll succeed!!"
Several hours later.
Sounds resembling explosions, some louder and some softer, mingled in the surrounding air.
Immediately afterward, an even louder sound came from somewhere shallower, and the thatched hut was blown apart.
Old Ox, who was standing guard at the entrance for Li Ping'an, let out a howl and flew several yards away, clutching his rump.
Li Ping'an's low, melodious laughter drifted from the cellar.
Old Ox hurried over, calling, "Moo, moo."
Li Ping'an, Li Ping'an!?
Li Ergou!?
Has this fellow suffered qi deviation?
"It worked! It finally worked."
Success earned through hard work and sweat was truly exhilarating.
[Mud pellet: 40%-50%] [Turtle Breath Technique: 95%-96%]
Li Ping'an was sticky all over, yet he felt incomparably comfortable.
His body brimmed with strength; the power in his muscles was almost ready to explode.
It gave him the urge to fight a great battle.
It was like a dried-up lake