Chapter 154: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 154: Great Demon Rolling Earth Dragon, Current Stat

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Sun Peng washed his hands with clear spring water, dispelling impure Qi.

Next he selected the teapot and teacups for brewing.

The pot was a celadon pot.

The cups were pine-pattern cups.

Then he picked up the bamboo scoop and measured out seven leaves and one bud of Youlan Mist Tea from the green wooden box.

Too little, and the taste is poor.

Too much, and the flavor is too strong.

Then he put the seven leaves and one bud into the celadon pot and added eighty-degree hot water.

But after only three seconds, Sun Peng immediately picked it up, poured out the hot water in the pot, then poured hot water in a second time; gradually, the tea leaves unfurled bit by bit inside.

After steeping, Sun Peng poured the first infusion into another small cup, then stood up, holding the teapot in one hand and supporting the pot body with the other, pouring the second infusion into the pine-pattern cup before Xu Zhangqing.

Only then did the final third infusion fall to him.

Xu Zhangqing looked at the Youlan Mist Tea exuding a subtle fragrance and found that though the tea leaves were ink-black, the brewed tea was azure-rosy in color, with fine spiritual energy steaming like water mist.

Sun Peng reached out and said, "Dao Friend Cai, please!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing lifted the teacup before him and placed it beneath the side of his nose.

No wonder it's tea leaves that can sell for one middle-grade spirit stone per pot.

First sniff: a clear fragrance.

Second sniff: an orchid rhyme.

Deep sniff: a returning sweetness.

Pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he sipped in small mouthfuls.

As he drank, the mouthfeel was rather sour and astringent, the tip of his tongue slightly numb, but soon it was washed away by a clear sweetness.

As he swallowed, his throat felt as if a warm current carrying a floral fragrance slid over it, leaving a faint clear fragrance.

After roughly two or three breaths, a honey-water-like sweetness suddenly surged in his mouth.

Spiritual energy surged within his abdomen, and his whole body felt refreshed.

Xu Zhangqing's eyes brightened: "Good tea!"

Sun Peng let down the heart he had been holding and said with a light laugh, "Dao Friend Cai, if you like it, take one jin when you leave."

Just like that, the two sipped tea and chatted casually.

They did not immediately trade as usual.

More leisurely, more relaxed.

"When does this wine shop open?"

"It should be soon, right!"

"I really want to try the wine the Sun Family sells!"

Downstairs came the sound of many people discussing.

Xu Zhangqing set down his teacup and said half-jokingly, "Your Sun Family has quite a good reputation."

Sun Peng grinned: "Actually, these are all people we hired with spirit stones to stir up excitement, starting from a few days ago; now they're just waiting for you to come and put the spirit rice wine on the shelves."

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing was not at all surprised.

From the moment he came to this street and stood near the shop, he had already seen the signs.

Which wine shop, not yet officially open for business and having sold not a single jin of wine, could attract so many customers to stop and linger, even to discuss and pay attention?

This was clearly suspicious.

Afterward, Xu Zhangqing wasted no words, taking out from his small storage bag the five hundred jin of top-grade spirit rice and five hundred jin of high-quality spirit rice wine he had prepared in advance.

Sun Peng saw it with his own eyes, and his two eyes were shining.

Whether spirit rice or spirit rice wine, both were necessities for cultivation.

To be honest, he was somewhat reluctant to sell them to loose cultivators outside.

But there was no choice; Xu Zhangqing wanted to open a wine shop, so they could only comply.

Afterward, Sun Peng took out the spirit stones for buying the spirit rice.

Last time it was five middle-grade spirit stones.

This time it was also five.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing said nothing.

Although today the yield of top-grade spirit rice from second-grade spirit field produce was 1:1.2.

But five hundred jin actually sold for only four hundred twenty low-grade spirit stones, equivalent to four middle-grade spirit stones.

Giving five was already higher than the market price at the loose cultivator market.

As for the spirit rice wine, there was no rush to pay.

Because both sides were in a cooperative relationship; after the spirit rice wine was sold, they would split the money together.

For the first half year, Xu Zhangqing took six tenths and the Sun Family four tenths.

After half a year, regardless of whether business was good or bad, Xu Zhangqing took seven tenths and the Sun Family three tenths.

These were the results both sides had discussed and agreed upon when he came last time.

Next, the two continued sipping tea and chatting after their transaction.

It was not until nearly evening that Xu Zhangqing bade farewell to Sun Peng, carrying one jin of Youlan Mist Tea leaves, and left Panchun Teahouse at a leisurely pace.

Where to?

Naturally, to drink flower wine!

Having come to the Loose Cultivator market square, besides trading, his main purpose was to relax.

Having drunk quite a lot of tea that afternoon, as he walked, his belly went "gurgle gurgle."

Just right to stroll while refining the spiritual energy within.

"Ouch!"

"Not good, a Great Demon has been slain!"

"Another five-hundred-year Rolling Earth Dragon!"

Xu Zhangqing was heading toward Yixiang Pavilion when he suddenly noticed the people around him going mad, swarming toward the Left Side.

Hearing the words of those around him, plus their excited expressions.

Xu Zhangqing thought it over and simply followed them.

As long as they did not leave the city.

Not long after, a relatively spacious Square appeared ahead.

Inside, an extremely complex smell permeated.

If forced to describe it, it was like a rotten chicken egg charred by lightning.

This nauseating smell, centered on the Square, kept spreading outward.

Many ordinary people vomited immediately upon smelling it.

The complexions of quite a few cultivators were also unpleasant.

Even so, still no one left.

Every single one of them looked toward the center of the Square.

Seeing the crowd packed shoulder to shoulder, Xu Zhangqing stamped his right foot, his whole body leaping from the ground, directly jumping onto the roof of a tall building beside them.

There were not a few who had the same idea and took the same action.

Afterward, they all looked toward the center of the Square.

Standing inside were more than ten people, all loose cultivators.

Though dressed differently, each had a downhill tiger pattern embroidered on their chest.

They were the famous 【Downhill Tiger】 Hunting Demon Team of Dongqing City.

Currently ranked second, their strength was self-evident.

Behind those ten-plus people lay horizontally a Rolling Earth Dragon at least ten zhang long, earth-yellow in color.

How long is ten zhang?

About thirty-three meters or so.

Even though this Rolling Earth Dragon was as dead as dead could be, it still emitted a terrifyingly intense killing aura.

From what could be seen, its injuries were numerous, and all quite severe.

Its head suffered heavy injury.

Its left eye had a penetrating wound, the eye socket burst, and thick yellow liquid flowed out from within.

Its lower jaw was torn, seemingly pierced obliquely upward through the throat by a sharp arrow, tearing its mouth into a twisted "crooked mouth," revealing serrated broken teeth.

Its trunk was even more covered in sword marks.

At its seven-inch weak point was a patch of charred black, clearly the mark of being struck by a Lightning Summoning Talisman.

Its hard outer skin had cracked open, revealing blue-purple necrotic muscle beneath.

Its tail was almost severed, with only a bit of sinew and flesh still connected.

Its vertebrae were even more shattered inch by inch, as if run over by a heavy object.

What flowed out was not blood, but earth-yellow mud slurry.

Xu Zhangqing saw it with his own eyes, his pupils slightly contracting: "This is a Rolling Earth Dragon?"

This was his first time observing a demon at such close range.

And it seemed to be a five-hundred-year Great Demon.

Indeed, it felt different from a spirit beast.

At this moment, a man on the roof of the Left Side spoke: "This is already the third Rolling Earth Dragon to emerge from that place in half a year."

A female cultivator beside him, upon hearing this, said with a rather solemn expression: "To this day, Huang Yuanhua's Cave Abode has still not been fully explored; its depths seem to hide even more terrifying things!!!"