Chapter 161
Mount Yeongryunsan, situated in the Deep Realm, was a dimly lit mountainside where the sun never rose. However, once a day, the thick mist would clear, and soft blue moonlight would bathe the entire mountain. Wei Zhongqi called this phenomenon, which lasted for about six hours, as the morning.
Upon waking, Wei Zhongqi walked directly to the yard and stood before a spot marked with an “X.” The corners of his lips turned up, and he couldn’t help but hum a tune. Since returning home to Mount Yeongryunsan after meeting the Heavenly Demon himself, Wei Zhongqi’s top priority was brewing bamboo leaf liquor called Jukyeopcheong.
After graduating at the bottom of his class at the Black Assassin Academy, Wei Zhongqi occasionally received private lessons from Do-Jun and was sometimes gifted this liquor, which was immensely popular among both men and women in the Central Plains. The Heavenly Demon, Lee Do-Jun, seemed to particularly enjoy pairing Jukyeopcheong with Dragon Well tea.
“Today marks exactly one month,” Wei Zhongqi said to no one in particular.
The bamboo leaves, white chrysanthemums, and other medicinal herbs had been steeping in Fenjiu—a type of sorghum liquor—in a cool place for a month. This process allowed the liquor to mature into a refreshing, smooth drink with a clean aftertaste.
Today was the day it would be ready.
He carefully dug into the ground with his fingers. Although he could have used his internal energy to release sword qi and cut through the earth, he chose to dig with his hands to avoid damaging the precious Jukyeopcheong. This wasn’t just for anyone; it was a drink meant to be shared with the person he respected the most.
“Let’s see... The Book of Transfer...”
The artifact that allowed travel to Earth, where Do-Jun resided. However, Wei Zhongqi realized he didn’t have a single page of it left. Thanks to a certain foolish Transcendent who had repeatedly borrowed them and casually traveled back and forth to Earth as if it were his backyard to retrieve his precious Gungnir, none remained.
Wei Zhongqi sighed deeply.
He had lent out more than eight pages of the Book of Transfer to that man. He vowed never to lend another until he got those eight pages back.