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Chapter 48: Master of the Hundred Ghosts Path
You poured wine on me, and now you want to drink my wine? Do you think good-looking people have no temper?
“You won’t give me a drink?” Old Li raised his eyebrows.
Qin Feng smiled, “Of course not.”
Looking at your expression, do you want to fight me? It’s not that I look down on you, but with your handicap, Miss Lan can handle ten of you!
Qin Feng thought so, and suddenly raised his eyebrows. The scene where the wooden door closed on its own just now was a bit like a Grade 6 Gathering Power martial artist showing off his energy. Coupled with the tense look on Miss Lan’s face at the moment, this guy in front of him should not be an expert, right?
He swallowed hard and cautiously positioned himself behind Miss Lan, not out of fear, but as a precaution to prevent the other party from finding an opportunity.
Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his stick on the ground. Lan Ningshuang immediately unsheathed the sword at her waist, ready for battle. Qin Feng quickly hid himself, making sure that he was well hidden. However, after a while, there was still no movement.
Qin Feng carefully poked his head out. There was no powerful aura surrounding him, and the ground was undisturbed. Miss Lan in front of him remained motionless.
Is that all?
Could it be that the wooden door closed due to a strong gust of wind?
If that is your only ability, then I have nothing to fear. Qin Feng stepped out from behind Miss Lan, his lips curled. “I won’t give you the wine. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be on our way.”
Qin Feng confidently turned around, but he noticed that Miss Lan remained unmoved.
“Miss Lan?” Qin Feng turned his head, only to see the beautiful woman stiff, her pupils in her bright eyes gazing back desperately, as if urging him to run!
Sensing that something was wrong, Qin Feng activated his eye technique and discovered numerous green light dots densely scattered throughout the courtyard, much more than in other areas.
Previously, Qin Feng did not know what these green dots represented, but after reading many books, he understood. These dots were the remnants of Yin energy left behind by things that had passed away, which were essential for the practitioners of the Hundred Ghost Paths to improve their cultivation.
However, if there was so much Yin energy here, didn’t it indicate that there were many deceased beings in the courtyard?
Qin Feng looked at Lan Ningshuang and saw that she was enveloped in Yin energy, as if bound by chains.
He was instantly alarmed. This was a soul-binding technique that only sixth-ranked practitioners of the Hundred Ghosts Path could perform!
This limping man was a practitioner of the Hundred Ghosts Path, and his rank wasn’t low!
Not far away, Old Li, expressionless, beckoned him over. Qin Feng forced a dry smile and approached slowly, offering the cup of strong liquor with both hands.
Old Li took the cup and drank it in one gulp, his eyes lighting up. “Kid, this wine is good.”
“If Master Li likes it, I’m glad. I was blind before, please don’t blame this junior.” Desperate times call for desperate measures; Qin Feng could only lower his proud head, wearing a bitter smile.
How could he have known that in this small city of Jinyang, in such a dilapidated house, a limp man would be at least a sixth-ranked master of the Hundred Ghosts Path?
This wasn’t pretending to be a tiger; it was outright insanity!
It was like a professional NBA player coming to a baseball field, shyly saying to the players, “Let me join in; I’m not very good at this.”
Or like an experienced geisha, on her wedding night, blushing and saying to her groom, “My lord, be gentle; this is my first time.”
Is this something a person should do?
Shameless, absolutely shameless!
“Kid,” Old Li spoke again.
Qin Feng hurriedly showed a fawning expression, “Master, what orders do you have?” freeweb(n)ovel
“I’ve brewed so much wine, even the old altar that has been hidden for nearly ten years can’t compare to the taste of your cup. How many years has your wine been buried?” Qin Feng raised his eyebrows. This wine was distilled, it didn’t have any specific aging period. But the distillation method had a transcendent significance across eras; it was a source of wealth. He couldn’t possibly reveal this to the other person.
However, just as Qin Feng was about to casually mention a number to brush off the question, he noticed a faint red flame mingling with the aura of the person’s lame leg.
That was!
Qin Feng widened his eyes, his mind racing. The injuries all over his body, the invisible flame, and the straightforward personality—suddenly, it dawned on him about the person’s identity. He took a deep breath and slowly extended a finger.
“A hundred years? No wonder,” Old Li suddenly realized. He sighed, appreciating the rarity of such a fine brew.
“Senior, it’s one night?”
Old Li was taken aback. He then coldly remarked, “Are you kidding me? One night is not enough time for fermentation!”
Qin Feng hurriedly waved his hand, explaining, “The wine has been pre-fermented. I just made some improvements on the existing base.”
“Tell me more,” Old Li became interested, although he still seemed skeptical.
Qin Feng sighed lightly and began to describe the process of brewing the wine to him.
“Distillation?” Old Li widened his eyes; he had never heard of such a method before.
“Yes, distillation. After fermenting the wine, this process removes the water content, continuously refining it and producing a rich and strong liquor,” Qin Feng explained the principle. Old Li’s eyes lit up as he listened intently. “Such a thing exists? You, brat, it’s amazing.”
“Elder, you flatter me,” Qin Feng replied modestly.
Old Li stroked his chin, then asked, “The deal you mentioned earlier, is it for me to brew this wine for you?”
“Yes, I wonder if the elder is interested?” Qin Feng inquired.
“Heh, young man, you must know, this brewing method is truly unprecedented. We’ve only just met, and you dare to trust me with this information?” Middle-aged man recalled meeting Qin Feng yesterday.
Qin Feng clasped his hands, “Elder, it’s clear you are no ordinary person. I am willing to do business with you in good faith.”
Old Li sneered, his cane striking the ground once more, and the previously immobile Lan Ningshuang finally regained her freedom.
“Young Master” Lan Ningshuang came to Qin Feng’s side, her fists clenched, filled with self-blame. Luckily, the man didn’t intend to harm them; otherwise…
“Young man, I don’t like threatening others. I can forget what happened just now. You may leave,” Old Li said.
You don’t like threatening others? Qin Feng sneered inwardly. What about detaining Miss Lan and demanding the wine earlier? He shot Old Li a disdainful glance.
Old Li sensed Qin Feng’s thoughts; his face reddened, and he coughed, saying, “Just think of it as buying that glass of wine. You can give me a price.”
“Elder, you are too kind. Consider it a token of our first meeting,” Qin Feng said.
“You really want to collaborate with me?” Old Li was surprised. “Why? There are many big wineries in the city; wouldn’t they suit your requirements better?”
“Because those wineries have colluded with the Lord’s Mansion. I don’t trust them,” Qin Feng replied.
“Do you trust me then?”
“Yes,” Qin Feng said sincerely.
Old Li stared at him, their eyes meeting for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed, “In that case, if I refuse now, it would seem I’m hypocritical.”
“Thank you, Elder. Shall we discuss the details of our collaboration?” Qin Feng suggested.
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