0p0 Chapter 175 The River's Water Flows from Heaven
Chapter 175 The River's Water Flows from Heaven
Of the three temples guarded by the four winds, Xu Ning is most familiar with the temple of the North Wind Wolf.
After all, Xu Ning and Kaeya cleaned up this place together in order to cut off Dvalin's power source.
However, the sudden appearance of something like the "Aiya" ruins, with such a casual name, sounds like something someone just randomly came up with when building the ruins.
Xu Ning appeared at the teleportation anchor point at the foot of the Thousand Winds Temple and slowly walked towards the North Wind Temple.
At this moment, in a room deep within the North Wind Temple, a white-haired boy with a guilty expression took out a piece of food from his bag and handed it to the adventurer in front of him, who was dressed in neat adventure clothes.
"I'm sorry. I actually wanted to help, but that mechanism..."
The adventurer in front of them was Royce, who had submitted a request for assistance to the Adventurers' Guild.
Royce looked pained and didn't even glance at the food the white-haired boy offered him.
"Why is it you who came? Have all the adventurers in Mondstadt gone out on quests?"
The white-haired boy scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I came back today to see those two very powerful honorary knights. I did indeed run into that very powerful Kong in the city. He's the one who accepted your request..."
Royce rubbed his messy hair and said, "Isn't that great? Why did it turn into you?"
The white-haired boy chuckled and said, "We originally came together, but we ran into Captain Kaeya at the entrance. He said he needed to borrow the Honor Knight to deal with those nasty treasure-hunting groups, so he sent me alone."
Royce slumped against the wall in despair, burying his face in his hands. "I thought leaving your adventurer's group would save me from your misfortune. I was so naive, so incredibly naive..."
The white-haired boy smiled optimistically and said, "It's alright, we're only temporarily trapped here. Rescue workers will be here to rescue us soon..."
Xu Ning, who had already crossed two gates and entered the depths of the North Wind Temple, suddenly stopped.
"I knew the name of this ruin was so random. It was definitely someone's doing. Come out here! I can smell the sheepskin on you."
Four figures appeared simultaneously at the four corners of the secret room.
“Boy, the things of the Fools are not so easy to take. Hand over the Heart of God, and perhaps we can spare your life.”
A fire-based debt collector, holding an agent's sacrificial knife, took two steps forward and said in a cold voice.
Xu Ning glanced at the layer of drunkenness that was now only visible above his eyes, then raised his wine gourd and took a sip of the immortal wine.
The intoxication state is immediately increased to four full levels.
"Wow, I've gotten used to drinking in big gulps, one sip is my limit."
Xu Ning regretted it immediately after taking a sip.
That one sip was far beyond my alcohol tolerance, and I immediately started swaying.
“Zamenhof, no need to waste words. Look at this guy, he doesn’t take us seriously at all.”
"Kill him, and you'll get the stuff!"
Another debtor, seeing that Xu Ning hadn't even glanced at them, was filled with anger and coldly interrupted his companion's persuasion.
Xu Ning staggered to the middle of the four and chuckled, "You're wrong, you're wrong. You won't get it even if you kill me. I've already brewed the Heart of God into wine and given it to the wind god Barbatos."
"A bunch of nonsense."
Zamenhof twirled the special agent's sacrificial knife in his hand and raised it, his whole body slightly crouching down like a cheetah about to pounce, a prelude to an attack.
Xu Ning glanced at the hunting knife in his hand and grinned.
"The knife has patterns on it. It's a higher level than those two guys I killed outside the Dawn Winery last time. They must both be sergeants. Let me think, what do sergeants drop..."
Completely unaware that he was starting to talk too much, Xu Ning casually pulled the silver sword out of the gourd and twirled it around.
"Come on, I'm going to beat someone up after this!"
Zamenhof gritted his teeth and roared, "You killed the two missing soldiers from Dragonspine Camp? Blood for blood, tooth for tooth! You won't leave here alive today!"
The four debt collectors almost simultaneously raised their special agent sacrificial knives, with the two in front and behind unleashing phantom thrusts aimed directly at Xu Ning's front and back.
The other two simply circled around to Xu Ning's blind spot and instantly initiated stealth.
The four were clearly accustomed to coordinating their hunts, advancing and retreating strategically, dividing tasks effectively, maintaining a fierce offensive while ensuring no interference from one another.
Faced with such an attack, Xu Ning simply chuckled.
"Do you know what your weakness is? It's water. Without the boost from fire, your attacks will not only be greatly weakened, but your attack methods will also become monotonous and pale."
"Watch me perform 'The River Flows Down from Heaven' for you!"
Xu Ning dodged a phantom thrust, then casually drew out a water dragon from the gourd using a vortex of wind elements. Drawn by the wind elements on the sword's edge, the water dragon instantly swept through the entire secret chamber.
The four debtors had nowhere to avoid being drenched by the spray.
The two invisible debtors, having lost the concealment of the fire power, emerged from the shadows.
"An assassin who has been discovered is no longer an assassin. You either flee and wait for another opportunity, or you transform into a warrior and fight. What will you choose? Is this the answer you expected?"
Xu Ning looked at the four people rushing towards him, and with a smile, he unleashed his "Drunken Eight Immortals" technique to fight them.
Now that they have a sword in hand, the Eight Immortals of Drunkenness's fighting style is different.
When Xu Ning uses the move "Lü Dongbin's Drunken Lifting of a Wine Pot with the Strength of a Thousand Pounds," his posture is still the same as when he is using his fists and feet, as if he is lifting a wine pot to pour wine.
But now the sword in his hand has become a wine pot in Xu Ning's hand. Xu Ning poured wine in one move, but it was as if he wanted to force someone to drink. He used a long sword that was gleaming with a cold light as the wine to pour directly into the guest's mouth.
This dangerous move almost scared his enemy to death. In all his years of killing, he had never seen such a bizarre throat-slitting method.
But the more dangerous method was not Xu Ning's swordsmanship.
Rather, it was the powerful aroma of alcohol that he constantly released when using the Drunken Eight Immortals technique that was contained within every move.
In just a moment, the entire secret room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, making one feel intoxicated by it.
This is still a place in the bitter cold of winter, where everyone likes to drink strong liquor, which is why they can barely withstand it. If it were someone who couldn't drink much, they would probably have already passed out from the smell of alcohol and been at Xu Ning's mercy.
Even so, the aroma of wine emanating from Xu Ning, who has activated the Immortal Brew Spring, is something they cannot resist.
Before long, everyone was staggering like Xu Ning, as if the five people in the secret room had become fellow disciples of the Drunken Fist School, swaying and hacking at each other.
At that moment, Royce, who was inside the ruins separated by a wall, heard the sound from the other side of the wall and immediately stood up excitedly.
"Are they the people who came to rescue us? It sounds like they're fighting! I don't recall seeing any monsters outside when I arrived!"
The white-haired boy was also overjoyed and said, "I didn't see them when I came, but it's alright, our reinforcements should be able to wipe out the enemy and come in to rescue us soon!"
Xu Ning was indeed close to eliminating the enemy in front of him.
The four debt collectors became increasingly clumsy, and Xu Ning's sword had already left many wounds on their bodies; killing them would be a matter of moments.
"Useless trash!"
A chilling shout, as cold as winter, swept in from outside. The water Xu Ning had spilled on the ground instantly froze into ice, freezing the five people's feet in place.