latelenovela Chapter 133 I'm hiding in the jar, what can you do about it?
Chapter 133 I'm hiding in the jar, what can you do about it?
Zhong Ming knew absolutely nothing about spirit runes.
However, he did have some knowledge of how to increase spiritual power.
He stood up, glanced at the arrogant guy behind him, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
The next moment, a square polishing brick appeared in his hand, which he smashed violently onto the wine jar.
The master brewer was shocked: "You Sima, you're going to smash the jar!"
In the blink of an eye, he swung the spiked club and smashed it down.
Zhong Ming was already prepared; his spiritual energy instantly surged into the tortoise shell, and a hazy halo emanated from his body...
It was smashed apart with a single blow.
The injury was quite severe; the dog rolled on the ground several times before finally crashing into another row of wine cabinets.
Several barrels of wine swayed a couple of times before smashing into his forehead, making him see stars.
Zhong Ming felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gritted his teeth, bit his tongue, and with his mouth full of blood, he started cursing at the woman.
"What are you trying to do? This is the second time! The second time! I want medical fees! Medical fees!!!"
Zhong Ming's mouth was full of blood, which he spat all over the ground in his anger.
This is utter slander.
The Grandmaster was equally angry, "What are you trying to do by swinging a brick? What are you trying to do! I'll soak you in a vat of wine right now."
"You're the brick, your whole family are bricks! You use mica as bricks, do you dare let me into your house? I guarantee your house won't even have any load-bearing walls left, I'll dig up the foundation!" Zhong Ming's mouth kept babbling, and he immediately spat back.
"Huh? Heavenly Stone Mica?" Only then did she take a closer look. Earlier, because Zhong Ming had already refined the brick, it would take time for her divine sense to penetrate it. Furthermore, Master Cuihong's movements were extremely fast, causing her to instinctively protect the wine vat. It was truly...
"You, go back now and sober up! Sober up!! I don't need you to do it, I'll do it myself!"
Zhong Ming rolled up his sleeves, flipped over, and crawled straight into the wine vat he had chosen, leaving her dumbfounded.
No, I said I was going to put you in a wine vat, and you actually went in?
The man peeked out slightly, half his head peeking out, and said provocatively, "Still want to swing the stick? If you're so capable, hit this wine vat too." Then he shrank back, as if to say, "Go ahead and hit me, I'll live or die with this wine vat."
Zhong Ming, huddled in the vat, also smeared with blood, prepared to start working. The wine vat needed to be ground inside and out, and since it was round, polishing bricks were not easy to find.
He circulated his cultivation technique and gently placed a small corner of the Heavenly Stone Mica Brick onto the target area. This was his first attempt to craft a brand-new magical artifact after reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining.
The difficulty of crafting a low-grade magic artifact is not high. Soon, the boiling spiritual energy of the mirror-polishing brick invaded the wine vat and began to assimilate this "trash" that had been neglected for too long.
The woman outside wanted to see what this guy was up to, but then she thought, maybe she should sober up first?
He really couldn't understand it. It must have been the first time he met him. The person he had offended wouldn't be so petty as to send someone to smash his wine vat. At the very least, he would blow up the entire wine cellar.
Never mind, I need to sober up.
Sobering up from the spirit wine is troublesome. It's not just the alcohol that makes your mind drunk, but also the powerful and abundant spiritual energy that fills your meridians. An invincible feeling is stimulating every acupoint, and it feels like there is endless power surging in your meridians. This invincible feeling is also addictive.
She casually tossed aside a simple, standard array plate and began meditating to quickly digest spiritual energy. She sent a wisp of her divine sense to He Guang and Cui Hong, and only after confirming that the man hadn't done anything out of line did she feel relieved and focus on her cultivation.
An hour later, after she had fully digested the effects of the alcohol and confirmed that her mind had not been affected, she stepped out of the array.
At this point, Zhong Ming had almost completed the internal reinforcement of the wine vat. Some areas that lacked spiritual energy were now filled with spiritual energy, which could largely compensate for the problem of the spiritual patterns.
It's like you're planning to build a cannon, but the casting technology is flawed, and if you make it too thin, it will explode. Zhongming simply thickens it up. Ignore the cost-effectiveness; just tell me if the problem is solved.
Moreover, the problem with "this cannon" is that it's not spread evenly; some parts are thin and some are thick. Zhong Ming will first smooth it out in terms of spiritual energy so that it's all uniformly smooth.
After grinding around the inside, there were already faint signs of breaking through the grade, but Zhong Ming's spiritual power was also exhausted, so he sat in the vat and began to cultivate.
They're practically living in this little tank.
The master brewer, now fully aware of the situation, was caught between not wanting to leave or not wanting to leave.
"Master Cuihong, I'm sober now. How much longer do you need?"
There was no response from inside. The Golden Core cultivator felt somewhat guilty. Normally, he could get away with beating a junior Qi Refining cultivator, but this was someone he had called in to do work. If he chased this person away, who would dare to help him in the future?
Without knowing the other party's background, Master Cuihong possesses such a skill, so his master must have been exceptional; we can only guess that he is exceptional.
She secretly sent a telepathic message to a friend, asking them to inquire about the background of this Master Cuihong.
After she had been imagining things for a while, Zhong Ming slowly crawled out.
“Master Cuihong, I was drunk earlier. Let’s discuss the details of this matter slowly.”
"I don't have time, and neither do you, so let's stop talking nonsense."
Zhong Ming sat down outside, completely ignoring the woman, pretending to be arrogant and haughty.
The more arrogant he was, the less she dared to move.
Because it's scary.
Her friend responded to her.
Yuan Xuzi summoned him, and General Mu also summoned him.
Although the reasons are legitimate, even a dog wouldn't believe those reasons for the summons. What right does someone with such a small merit have to see those two people? The reasons are just made up on the spot, used to go through the motions.
This is a bit scary.
The master brewer broke out in a cold sweat. The younger generation wasn't a problem, but if the younger one got beaten up, the older one would be in trouble.
Zhong Ming meticulously polished the large wine vat. The polishing bricks slowly brushed across the vat, emitting ripples of spiritual energy. The sound of the friction was not an unpleasant, rough collision, but rather like the bubbling sound of soup boiling in a hot pot, which made people feel happy just by hearing it.
Time passed by, and Zhong Ming's stomach began to rumble. He hadn't eaten much all day and didn't have any fasting pills. The young man, who was at the age of "extreme hunger," was about to give up.
Zhong Ming stopped what he was doing. The wine vat in front of him seemed to have reached the peak of a low-grade magic artifact and would soon break through to a higher grade.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked. "This wine vat seems to have reached its limit. Why don't we try a different one?"
"No, it's just that I don't have enough spiritual energy. If you hadn't hit me with that stick just now, it would be over by now." Zhong Ming sat cross-legged generously. "Fellow Daoist, I'll meditate for a while to recover my spiritual energy. Please do as you please."
Zhong Ming casually took out a mid-grade spirit stone and began absorbing spiritual energy. For a Qi Refining stage cultivator, this was already extremely extravagant.
"Hmm...hmm?"
Wait a minute, whose territory is this wine cellar? Why is it supposed to be "as one pleases"?