Chapter 259: Chapter 212: Sanity Check
"In any case, from now on you’ll be working here."
Upon returning to Songzhou, the possessed eldest son of the Li family threw Liu Bolun to the ground.
"Your job is to brew wine for me, the finest wine. I can give you anything you want as long as you do it right... Oh, by the way, the wine mustn’t be too strong. I need to be able to control my intoxication."
"Control intoxication?"
Liu Bolun thought he must have misheard.
This inexplicable weirdo dragged him all this way just to brew wine, specifically asking for a wine that controls intoxication—he had never heard such a request before. Was this creature insane?
If you need to control intoxication, isn’t it better not to drink at all?
"Yes, control intoxication."
The Bronze Halberd possessing the eldest son of the Li family reiterated its request.
It was indeed something to emphasize because it had witnessed the pitiful precedent firsthand. Its mentor, the first person to wield this Bronze Halberd, a mighty warrior, drank himself to death after a great victory over other tribes.
Of course, according to its mentor, this was about using the essence of grains to communicate with spirits, but evidently, this communication had limits. Tragically, its mentor failed to grasp these limits, and the robust and wise priest indulged so deeply in the mystical intoxication that he departed to the underworld with the spirits, never to return.
And this process was far from peaceful. To break free from the confines of the flesh and become an omnipotent spirit, its powerful mentor skinned himself. Even in a state of drunken stupor, such an ordeal was unbearably painful. How in the world did its mentor achieve this with a shard of porcelain?
Perhaps, at that moment, some spirit had indeed possessed the body of that mighty priest.
But the task its mentor aimed for was simply too grand, even sacrificing his entire life to the spirits was not enough.
Thankfully, it had never made that mistake.
Having once studied under the priest, it knew well that dealing with spirits required a price. Becoming obsessed with such a risky endeavor would lead to a tragic end like its mentor—thus, it never set any dangerous goals like "becoming a spirit," but kept each transaction within a controllable scope.
This was why it had strict requirements about the strength of the wine.
It indeed needed to communicate with spirits, but it did not want to lose its life in the process.
Fortunately, there were other things at hand it could accomplish without communicating with spirits.
"Wine is poison passing through the intestines, beauty is a Steel Saber scraping the bones."
Waving his hand to dismiss Liu Bolun for brewing tasks, the figure with the Yue Saber lodged in its chest chanted a newly learned phrase from this new era while spilling wine over the Yue Saber on its chest, seeking inspiration.
Just a slight intoxication was perfect for it to think.
"Are you referring to... beauty?"
Several guards nodded and bowed quickly; they were intentionally kept by it for tasks, relatively quick-witted and nimble.
However, their comprehension was still lacking.
"I mean steel."
Throwing the wine cup aside, it pointed to the sabers on these guards’ waists.
"Like the ones you are wearing, I want the best steel as material, the best artisans to teach me forging. Do you understand?"
"Steel?"
The guards exchanged glances, thinking they misheard.
Misunderstanding meant a lack of comprehension, and the lifeless flesh was not worthy of serving under it—so after sacrificing two guards spontaneously, the remaining ones scrambled under its gaze to find materials and artisans.
Indeed, that was the idea that came to mind. Although the Bronze Halberd was its current abode holding significant commemorative value, after the previous battle, it realized that while bronze might have been the top material in its time, in this unknown future era, it had long been outclassed.
Today’s era is the era of steel, a material far more durable and resilient than bronze. If this Yue Saber were made of steel, it would have never been easily shattered.
Thus, for safety’s sake and to keep pace with the times, it decided to find a sturdier dwelling for itself.
Also to remedy its greatest weakness at present.
"It’s a pity that person wasn’t of the same race, or perhaps I could have learned something... Ah."
Thinking this, it couldn’t help but recall the opponent who knocked two fragments off its body, despite not being of the Yin race, clearly possessing the attributes of a Soldier Immortal—which was why it thought the opponent was a kindred spirit, simply because only the Yin people practiced the Soldier Immortal process.
Of course, though both were Soldier Immortals, the manifestations varied. Like itself, embodying a weapon with consciousness reliant on weaponry, while the Soldier Immortal it recently encountered undoubtedly achieved more, not only embedding consciousness into a spear but miraculously growing a body out of it.
It truly wanted to understand how this was accomplished, as it seemed unusually advanced, but before it could bridge the gap, that unfamiliar Soldier Immortal had already attacked it ruthlessly.
Even forcefully knocking two fragments off it.
"The control over the body is still too low, and the Yue Saber’s durability is problematic."
Taking a deep breath, it decided to deal with the immediate concerns first.
"Bringing the strength back up to 50% within half a month will suffice, restoring from slightly over 30% to 50%, this strength should be adequate... Then there’s the Yue Saber, to swiftly forge a new one with steel, that is paramount. Once all that is sorted, the wine should be in place; once there’s the essence of grains, it’ll be time to communicate with the spirits again."
Perhaps because it had witnessed the priest’s manner of death, every time it recalled the matter, it hesitated a bit.
Indeed, reason prevents people from communicating with spirits, but reason also ensures people’s safety. Impulsively stripping away all reason is extremely dangerous, and one wrong move leads to a fatal end.
Thus, no matter what, it would never foolishly do such a thing.
Or rather, anyone sensible would refrain from committing such a foolish act.
