Li Qinghuan: "..."
Looking at Jiang Che who fell asleep right after his head hit the pillow, she felt an unbearable itch in her heart, as if a cat were scratching at it.
The rich and mellow aroma of the wine couldn't stop piercing her nose.
She was already a heavy drinker who loved wine as much as her life. To an unparalleled fine wine like the Wangchuan Guest... she had absolutely no resistance. It was just like an old pervert who had been abstinent for ten years encountering a super beauty in a bikini doing a seductive dance right in front of him.
Taking tiny steps, the woman moved closer to Jiang Che, but her gaze remained fixed on the wine jar.
"Young... Young Master Jiang?"
The woman spoke softly, trying to check if Jiang Che was truly drunk.
"Young Master Jiang? Are... are you drunk?"
"This jar of immortal brew... are you still going to drink it?"
Sword Venerable Qinglian asked tentatively. Although she could use her divine sense to check if Jiang Che was really drunk, probing others with divine sense was highly disrespectful, even though Jiang Che was just a small cultivator at the Nirvana stage.
Jiang Che really wasn't setting a trap for anyone this time; he was genuinely drunk!
He hadn't expected the delayed effect of this immortal brew to be so strong. It knocked him out completely, and he was already off having a rendezvous with fairies in his dreams.
"Young Master Jiang, this immortal wine of yours... if you just leave it here, all the immortal spiritual energy will dissipate." Li Qinghuan slowly approached the wine jar, looking very much like a thief!
"Young Master Jiang! I'll just take a sniff, just a sniff of this immortal wine's aroma."
Li Qinghuan tiptoed to the front of the wine jar, knelt down before it, and couldn't stop twitching her nose, her expression intoxicated...
At first, she was indeed just smelling the aroma, but soon... she couldn't control her head from leaning into the wine jar.
"Young Master Jiang, I'll just take a lick, just to help you lick the leftover immortal wine off the rim of the jar."
Under the temptation of the unparalleled fine wine, she lost all the dignity of an Immortal Venerable.
"Good wine! Truly good wine! To be able to drink such fine wine in this life... even if this Venerable were to pass away and ascend immediately, I would be willing!"
"Woo woo woo..."
Sword Venerable Qinglian actually started crying, her expression as excited as a child's.
Crying while licking along the rim of the wine jar, but soon... she wasn't satisfied with just licking the rim, and stuck her head into the jar...
"Young Master Jiang, I'll just take one sip! Just one sip!"
If someone were to take a picture of Sword Venerable Qinglian's current appearance and post it on the Nine Heavens Network, all the sword cultivators in the Nine Heavens would probably go into an uproar!
This Sword Venerable Qinglian was the ultimate goal that countless male sword cultivators in the Nine Heavens strove for. After all, which male sword cultivator could reject a peerless beauty with an incredibly strong comprehension of the Sword Dao?
Yet in private, she actually knelt on the ground just to steal a sip of wine, completely lacking any ladylike grace.
...
Three days later.
"Good wine... good wine..."
A figure lay on the floor, her green robes half-slipped and half-covering her. Her long hair was scattered all over the ground, her eyes hazy... her cheeks were flushed with intoxication, and the wine stains on her collar were still wet. A touch of crimson at the corners of her eyes fluttered like a wine tavern flag, her long dark hair carelessly tied with a faded red ribbon, and a few loose strands stained with wine clung to the side of her neck.
Half of her lotus-like arm covered her forehead, and even though she was completely drunk... a smile still hung on the corners of her lips.
She was still hugging an empty wine jar in her arms, the wine inside having been licked completely clean by her, not a single drop left.
As an Immortal Venerable, she didn't know how long it had been since she last got drunk. Even the hundred-thousand-year-aged Immortal's Drunkenness could hardly make her drunk, but the Wangchuan Guest could.
"Wangchuan Guest, you are so delicious. After a jar down the belly, I have too much to say. Yue'er advised me to drink less, so I took the moon as my wine..."
Jiang Che: "..."
Looking at this drunken woman by his feet, he felt extremely speechless in his heart.
It was only because Li Qinghuan had a peerlessly beautiful face that no one would criticize her for getting drunk into such a mess. If her looks were even slightly worse... she would just be a filthy drunkard.
However, being beautiful did come with privileges!
Even drunk like this, she had a unique charm.
"Hey... wake up for this young master!"
Jiang Che stretched out his leg and kicked the drunk Li Qinghuan. With this woman drunk to such a state, it was only because Young Master Jiang was an outstanding youth with a higher education... that he wouldn't take advantage of a passed-out girl. Otherwise, any other man would have already gotten handsy.
"Who... who kicked this Venerable?" Li Qinghuan's drunken eyes were blurry. She rolled over while hugging the wine jar, her black hair pressed beneath her. The green robe draped over her body had slipped off at some point, revealing only a red dudou tied over her shoulders with two straps, showing off her perfect and alluring figure.
Amber wine liquid slid down her collarbone.
Jiang Che: "..."
He admitted, this woman had some assets.
"A woman with absolutely no drinking etiquette." Jiang Che slowly walked over to Sword Venerable Qinglian, crouched down, and slapped her beautiful face a few times, smack, smack.
Before a woman truly became his, he would never show any mercy to her.
After a short while, Li Qinghuan slowly woke up.
After all, with the cultivation of an Immortal Venerable and extraordinary strength, how could she remain dead drunk forever?
"You... uh..."
Li Qinghuan sat on the ground, hugging the wine jar in her arms. Her green robe had slipped down to her shoulders, her jade-white snowy shoulders revealing a hint of crimson. Her hair was slightly messy, and her expression still carried a trace of haziness.
"Sword Venerable Qinglian, your strength is unmatched in the world, but your drinking etiquette is quite lacking!" Jiang Che looked down at this female Sword Venerable from above.
The main thing was that this angle was simply amazing, allowing him to take in the Sword Venerable's beautiful figure at a glance.
Soon, Li Qinghuan realized something and hurriedly pulled up her robe and stood up.
"Young Master Jiang... please forgive my offense!"
"It's not really an offense, just that you drank all of this young master's immortal brew!" Jiang Che pointed at the completely empty wine jar on the ground.
Li Qinghuan: "..."
The woman glanced at the wine jar, and her scalp went numb.
She was screwed. She had actually drunk the entire jar of this peerless immortal brew!!!
This was the Wangchuan Guest, and it was highly likely that this was the only jar left in the entire Nine Heavens. She had actually been greedy and drank it all!
The most fatal part was... she freaking couldn't afford to compensate for it!!!
Nowadays, the most precious immortal brew in the Nine Heavens was nothing other than the hundred-thousand-year monkey wine brewed by the Immemorial Immortal Ape Clan. Rumor had it that a jar of hundred-thousand-year monkey wine could buy a high-grade immortal artifact!
She had occasionally been fortunate enough to taste a cup in the past, but compared to the Wangchuan Guest she had just drunk... that monkey wine was like a world of difference!
It was like the difference between cheap rotgut and premium vintage liquor.
She couldn't even dare to imagine the value of this jar of wine. Even if she sold herself, she wouldn't be able to afford it!
"Young Master Jiang—" Li Qinghuan wanted to say something, but when she saw the faint smile on Jiang Che's lips, she understood everything.
This guy had been fishing all along. The bait was that jar of Wangchuan Guest, and she was the prey. He actually knew everything!
But faced with such a massive temptation, she still couldn't hold back and took the bait.
"Speak, how are you going to compensate? The value of the Wangchuan Guest... this young master doesn't need to explain too much, right?" Jiang Che lowered his voice.
His words revealed a hint of a threat!
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
