"I didn't expect you to be a fellow Daoist as well. It seems I've been meddling in other people's business!"
From a dilapidated temple not far away, a disheveled man carrying a gourd of wine staggered out, his unkempt appearance showing no trace of the demeanor of a sword immortal.
With a thought, Xu Le conjured a water sphere. He carefully washed his fingers, and the water sphere, mixed with blood, suddenly burst open, transforming into two water snakes that shot out into the air and pierced the hearts of the two fleeing Moon Worshipers.
The Sword Immortal frowned slightly as he looked at the two fallen figures, then regained his previous nonchalant expression, raised his gourd, took a sip of wine, and said, "Since they have already abandoned their weapons and fled, why must you pursue them to the bitter end? After all, Heaven cherishes life..."
Xu Le smiled, the black jade ribbon binding his hair fluttering in the air behind him, and replied softly, "Because they attacked me!"
What a bloodthirsty nature!
When the Sword Immortal first saw this man's appearance, he thought he was a Confucian disciple. He did not expect him to be so bloodthirsty. Moreover, from his words, it could be seen that in his eyes, killing was not a sin, but just a trivial matter.
If this person were to enter the demonic path, he would become the demon among demons!
If it were many years ago, the Drunken Sword Immortal would have drawn his sword to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. But now his heart is dead, so what is the point of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path? He might as well continue to roam freely in the world.
As the Sword Immortal turned to leave, he suddenly sensed a cold glint behind him. His muscles tensed, and he swung his sword to the side.
bite!
Xu Le strode forward, wielding a sword formed from emerald water. Although he was not a professional swordsman, his skill, achieved through subtle adjustments to his body and powerful control, made him far stronger than the average person.
"Does fellow Daoist wish to be my enemy?"
With a flick of his sword tip, the Sword Immortal deflected Xu Le's water sword. He realized that Xu Le was forcibly using the sword based on his powerful physique and combat experience. Although it looked powerful, it was actually full of flaws.
The Sword Immortal, wielding his sword, deflected Xu Le's slashes, thrusts, and cuts. After several exchanges, he found Xu Le's weakness, wielding his sword with one hand and shattering the water sword, its sharp edge pointing directly at Xu Le's throat.
Bang!
Xu Le's gaze remained calm as he drew a Tai Chi symbol with both hands, shifting his body position and striking the sword with his elbow. He then took a step forward and delivered a close-range punch, which was blocked by the Drunken Sword Immortal's gourd.
Thump!
With a muffled thud, the Sword Immortal's body flew backward. He quickly stomped his feet on the ground, creating blinding sparks. When he stopped, his boots were already worn with black marks. They hadn't been damaged by the friction, so they must have been treasures.
"You're too kind!"
Xu Le stopped, looked at the Drunken Sword Immortal's angry expression, and calmly said, "Drunken Sword Immortal, how about we make a deal?"
The Sword Immortal chuckled, his long hair flying in the air, his gaze turning slightly cold. "After attacking me, you still want to make a deal with me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
After the Sword Immortal finished speaking, his longsword flew out, and he immediately began a spell. The longsword shone with golden light and flew into the air.
"Sword Control Technique!"
The longsword danced like a fairy, drawing countless sword energies above its head, which then transformed into dozens of sword energies, forming a tornado that swept over.
Xu Le clenched his fist, his immense mental power covering his arm, and with a sudden swing, a powerful fist blast exploded out, shattering the sword energy.
A resolute glint flashed in the Sword Immortal's eyes. He picked up the gourd and drank a large gulp of fine wine. His hands formed a magic seal, "God of Wine..."
Snap!
Before the Sword Immortal could even utter a sound, he was struck hard on the left cheek and sent flying backward. A hand pinned him down, and before he could resist, a voice rang in his ear, "Don't you want to know where your daughter is?"
The Sword Immortal paused abruptly, then angrily retorted, "Nonsense! Where would I get a daughter!"
"Situ Zhong, back then you were drowning your sorrows in alcohol in the wilderness, are you sure nothing happened that night?"
Xu Le used the information he gleaned from the TV series as a sharp blade to strike at the heart. As he expected, Situ Zhong fell into deep thought, his expression a mixture of shock and guilt.
"You should know by now, but unfortunately you don't know how much she suffered to give birth to her child!"
Whether the Holy Maiden suffers or not has little to do with Xu Le, but it can be used as a tool to threaten the Drunken Sword Immortal. Why not use a piece of information to gain benefits?
"Are you telling the truth..."
The Sword Immortal trembled slightly. The person before him didn't seem to be lying to him. He had indeed felt something strange that night, but he hadn't thought much of it. But now it seemed...
"I want to know her whereabouts. What are your conditions?"
Situ Zhong knew that his weakness had been exploited, so he readily gave in, his guilt gnawing at his soul like a venomous snake.
"I need your Dionysian Spell, and while you're at it, do me a favor!"
Xu Le's goal was to use a powerful technique to amplify himself. Although Situ Zhong was somewhat decadent, he was indeed a genius who created the God of Wine Curse, a heaven-defying technique that amplifies himself by drinking alcohol.
Although there are many limitations, such as the need for fine wine and the damage to the body after each use, these limitations are basically non-existent for Xu Le.
Xu Le had originally wanted to get the Shu Mountain martial arts manual from him, but then he thought about it again. Given Situ Zhong's personality, he wouldn't mind giving away his self-created martial arts manual, but if the core martial arts manual of Shu Mountain were taken by an outsider, he would rather die. So Xu Le didn't push him too hard.
Situ Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. The God of Wine was a technique he created himself. Although it was the culmination of his life's work, he didn't feel bad about giving it away.
After handing over the legal document, Xu Le didn't resort to any tricks. He directly told him where his daughter was and then explained the favor he needed from him!
"What? You want to go into the Demon-Sealing Tower? Impossible, that place..."
The Sword Immortal initially wanted to say that the place was a gathering place for demons and monsters, and that he was not strong enough to enter. However, considering Xu Le's previous performance and his demonic nature, he had another idea: imprisoning him in the Demon Locking Tower would be doing justice for Heaven, so he agreed.
Each harboring their own secrets, the two bid each other farewell. The Drunken Sword Immortal stepped off on his sword, singing a ballad as he flew south: "With sword in hand, I've already gone mad in the mortal world; with wine, I can ascend to the heavens. I'll roam among the stars and play with the sun and moon; drunk, I'll lie on the clouds and laugh at the world."
How ridiculous! I used to boast of being carefree and unrestrained, but in reality, I'm still trapped in a cage...
Xu Le glanced at the corpses on the ground, then soared into the air and flew towards the sea. Now that he was in the game, he would take Li Xiaoyao's place.
His body transformed into a rainbow of light and disappeared into the starry sky, looking from afar like a shooting star that flashed across the night sky.