Fang Yuan Do's

CHAPTER 13 - Bamboo Forests Under the Moon, Snowdrops

About 300 years ago, an incredible genius appeared in the Gu Yue Clan.

He was extremely talented and had cultivated to the point of becoming a rank 5 Gu Master at such a young age, and even had the possibility to go further.

He was famous throughout Qing Mao Mountain, had a bright future and was the pinnacle of hope and responsibility in the eyes of the clan.

In the history of the Gu Yue clan, everyone talked about it the most, the fourth clan leader.

Unfortunately he sacrificed himself to protect his people and fight against an equally powerful Gu Master rank 5, the evil Flower Wine Monk.

Although he defeated the Flower Wine Monk after a fierce battle, he let the demons kneel and beg for mercy.

In the end he was careless and was caught by the Flower Wine Monk's sneak attack.

The fourth clan leader angrily executed the Flower Wine Monk, but due to his own heavy injuries, he died prematurely.

This tragic incident had long circulated until now, becoming a popular story among the members of the Gu Yue clan.

However Fang Yuan knew that this story was unbelievable, as it had an enormous gap.

In his previous life, a month later from now, a drunken Gu Master who had been rejected by his lover lay outside the village, so drunk that he was like a fish.

In the end due to the overflowing smell of wine, it finally attracted the Liquor Worm.

Gu Master chased after the Liquor Worm and found the remains of the Flower Wine Monk in a secret underground cave, also discovering the legacy of the Flower Wine Monk.

This Gu Master quickly rushed back to the clan and informed them of the matter, causing a huge uproar.

As the storm gradually subsided, he also benefited from it.

He obtained the Liquor Worm, his cultivation increased, the girlfriend who once left him back to his side and he became the talk of the village for a while.

When stories are passed down from generation to generation, it is normal to change along the way.

But in Fang Yuan's memories, the story of Gu Master discovering the legacy seemed quite authentic, yet he felt that the story was hiding another truth.

"I didn't realize it at first, but in these few days when I searched and analyzed, I felt something was out of place."

The night grew darker, and as Fang Yuan walked in the bamboo forest growing around the village, he revisited the clues that had been in his head so far.

"If I put myself in his position and think about it, when I found the Flower Wine Monk treasure why wouldn't I take it all for myself, but go and tell the clan instead?"

"Even not mentioning the clan's sense of honor, everyone had greed in their hearts."

"What made Gu Master betray the greed in his heart, even willingly abandon all interests and profits, and report this finding to the clan top brass?"

Truth is always hidden behind the fog of history. Fang Yuan racked his brain but he could not get the result.

After all the clues he had were too few. Only the 2 clues he had could easily be right or wrong, making it completely unreliable.

Fang Yuan could not help but think of himself.

"No matter what, after buying this jar of green bamboo wine, I only have 2 primeval stones left."

"If I can't find that legacy then I'll be in big trouble. Today would be considered the last gamble, all or nothing!"

However he did not have enough primeval stones to refine Gu from the very beginning.

So why not invest it in this wine and increase your chances of success?

If in the case of others, most of them would probably play it safe and keep the primeval stone.

But in Fang Yuan's case, the efficiency of doing so was too low. He prefers to take risks and gamble.

You see, the people from the Demonic Way like to take risks.

Today, the night is getting more and more dense, the spring moon is shaped like an arc. The clouds covered the moonlight, as if lining the crescent moon with a thin sheet of cloth.

Having just finished the continuous rain for 3 days and 3 nights, the mist between the mountains had been swept away, leaving behind the purest freshness.

This fresh air is pure like a sheet of white paper, and more effectively spreads the aroma of wine around. That was the first reason why Fang Yuan was full of confidence tonight.

The previous 7 days of searching were not without profit. At least it proved that the Flower Wine Monk did not die in those places.

This was the second reason for Fang Yuan's confidence.

In the bamboo forest, lush grasses, endless white flowers and straight green spear bamboo like pencils, the forest resembled clumps of jade stems.

Fang Yuan opened the lid of the jar, giving off a thick wine scent instantly. Green bamboo wine can be said to be the number 1 wine of Gu Yue Village.

This was the third reason for Fang Yuan's confidence tonight.

"With these 3 big reasons coming together, if I want to succeed, it should be tonight!"

Fang Yuan cheered in his heart as he slowly tilted the wine jar, poured some wine, dripped it onto the stone.

If that group of hunters saw this scene, they would probably become extremely depressed. After all, this wine is worth 2 whole primeval stones ...

But Fang Yuan was indifferent.

The fragrant aroma quickly spread late into the night. A gentle breeze, a faint fragrance drifted and polluted the bamboo forest.

Fang Yuan stood in his place, smelling his scent. He waited for a while, yet he did not see any movement.

His gaze was silent. He did not feel surprised, and he moved away, walking to a place a few hundred meters away.

In this place he did the same, poured a few drops of wine and waited on the spot.

He did the same thing over and over again, moving to several different locations, dripping wine several times. After all, the green bamboo wine in the jar was only a little left.

"This is the last time." Swishing Fang Yuan. He turned the wine jar, the bottom facing the sky.

All the remaining wine in the jar flowed out. Wine is sprinkled over the grass, letting the green grass sway.

The wildflowers were dyed with wine, slightly bowing their heads.

Fang Yuan stood up with the last hope in his chest, and looked around.

It's a very deep night now. Thick clouds covered the moonlight. The dark shadow was like a curtain, covering the bamboo grove.

It was extremely silent all around, every single strand of green spear bamboo stood on its own, leaving a trail of straight lines up and down in Fang Yuan's disciple.

He quietly stood on the spot, listening to his own clear breath.

Then he felt the little hope he carried in his chest, slowly disappearing, becoming nonexistent.

"It failed anyway."

His heart murmured, "Today I have 3 great advantages gathered together, yet I still fail, not even seeing the shadow of the Liquor Worm."

"This means that in the future the success rate will be lower."

"Right now I only have 2 primeval stones left, and I still need to refine Moonlight Gu. I can't take any more risks."

The end result of taking risks is often unsatisfactory. But when the results are ideal, the profits will be impressive.

Fang Yuan liked to take risks, but he was not a gambling addict, and he was not someone who was determined to stake back what he had lost.

He had his own limits, he was clear about his own abilities.

Right now, 500 years of life experience tells him, it's time to stop.

Sometimes life is like this. There is often 1 goal that seems so perfect, filled with temptation.

It seems so close yet with so many twists and turns, its purpose is always unfulfilled. It makes people restless, thinking about it day and night.

"This is the helplessness of life, but also the charm of life." Fang Yuan laughed bitterly, turning to leave.

That's at the moment.

A gust of wind blew, like a gentle arm, lightly sweeping through the clouds in the night sky.

The clouds drifted away to reveal the hidden moon. The crescent-shaped moon hanging in the sky was like white jade light, pouring the clear moonlight like water onto the earth.

The moonlight spilled over the bamboo forest, spilling onto the mountain rock, bathing into the river on the mountain, spilling onto Fang Yuan's body.

Fang Yuan was wearing ordinary clothes, under the gentle touch of moonlight, his young face became brighter.

The darkness seemed to fade away in an instant, and replacing it was a field of snowy ice flowers.

As if infected by the moonlight, the nightingale began to chirp once more, but this time not one, but many.

Scattered among the bamboo groves, they all tweeted in response.

At the same time, a type of insect that inhabits large mountains, crickets that are active under the moonlight begin to sing the rustling song of life.

They are creatures that only come out at night.

Their bodies emitted a faint red glow, at this moment they flocked leaping out, each of their bodies gleaming with the brilliance of red agate.

At first glance, Fang Yuan thought that these crickets were like bursts of red water bouncing off, landing on green grasses and wildflowers, prancing under the moonlight in the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest was like an unconscious pond, under the moonlight the green jade color of the spear bamboo flashed in the brilliance of the light and fine jade.

The dazzling sight of the dense trees and bright flowers in spring, Mother Earth showed her outstanding beauty to the current Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan subconsciously stopped his steps, feeling as if he was in the heavenly land.

He was already about to leave, but at this moment he subconsciously looked around.

The clumps of wildflowers and grass that he had poured with the last wine trembled gently in the wind, remaining empty.

Fang Yuan laughed at himself and took back his gaze.

Yet...

Unexpectedly in the process of turning around, he saw a speck of white snow.

These snow grains were glued to a spear bamboo rod not far from there. Under the moonlight it was like a suspended round pearl.

Both of Fang Yuan's pupils enlarged ferociously, his body trembling slightly. His heart fell and started pumping faster every second.

It was the Liquor Worm!