Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 14 Blood Centipede Wine Trap

After finishing dinner, Fan Zhou returned to his house and took out the blood centipede wine he had prepared.

I brewed five pots in total: one pot contained a foot-long blood centipede, three pots contained seven or eight-inch centipedes, and one pot contained many small ones.

"The time for testing has finally come!"

Fan Zhou rubbed his hands excitedly and selected a pot of yellow wine with seven-inch-long blood centipede-shaped foam.

He first picked out the centipede and several medicinal herbs from inside, then picked up the wine pot and gulped down a big mouthful.

Liu Ergou's eyes widened: "Fan Zhou, why are you drinking so much?"

Fan Zhou wiped her mouth and looked at him irritably: "I'm upset, okay?"

What's bothering you?

"I'm upset that someone treats a centipede like a brother, but me like an outsider!"

"Who is this person?" Liu Ergou asked, puzzled.

"I don't know who it is either."

Fan Zhou sat on the bed with the wine pot in his arms. The medicinal wine in his body gradually took effect, and a hot sensation came from his abdomen.

Fan Zhou noticed that red spots were gradually appearing on his skin, as if he were having an allergic reaction.

This is caused by the poison in the blood centipede's body; he doesn't usually have this symptom when he drinks alcohol.

Fan Zhou remained calm and waited patiently.

Sure enough, the burning sensation in my abdomen subsided not long afterward.

Fan Zhou examined the Heavenly Crafting Furnace within his body and saw that the reserve of essence blood, which originally required thirty-six days, had already decreased by two hours.

"It really worked!"

Fan Zhou was overjoyed and took another big gulp of wine.

A moment later, the time for storing essence and blood was reduced again.

After he drank the entire pot of Blood Centipede Wine, the time for him to replenish his essence blood was shortened to [thirty-four days and six hours].

That saved us a full day and a half!

Fan Zhou's eyes were shining. If a seven-inch one had this effect, what about an eight-inch one? Or a one-foot one?

"Unfortunately, I can't drink anymore now. I'll try again tomorrow."

Fan Zhou could only regretfully put away the rest of the medicinal wine, lay down on the bed and went to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would come quickly.

"Fan Zhou, I also want to have a sip of Blood Centipede Wine," Liu Ergou suddenly said.

"No, children can't drink this!" Fan Zhou refused outright.

"All right."

Liu Ergou closed his eyes in disappointment, hoping that he would dream about drinking that night.

.........

the next day.

night.

Fan Zhou not only skipped dinner, but also asked Hou Yi for a bag of fried peanuts, all so that he could refine all the Blood Centipede Wine tonight!

He placed the remaining four jugs of wine on the table and began drinking from the largest one, the Blood Centipede Wine.

The moment the first sip of wine entered my stomach, a burning sensation, like a blazing fire, shot up my throat.

Fan Zhou was not surprised but rather pleased.

Great! That's exactly how it should be, the more energetic the better!

Upon examining the Heavenly Furnace within his body, he discovered that the time required to store essence and blood had been shortened by another two hours!

"Haha, this is indeed fine wine!"

Fan Zhou picked up a peanut, then took a sip of medicinal wine, alternating between the two, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Liu Ergou was also drinking on the side.

It was ordinary yellow wine that Fan Zhou had brought him, but he still wanted to drink the Blood Centipede Wine. The more Fan Zhou told him not to drink it, the more curious he became.

Fan Zhou ignored him and finished the foot-long blood centipede medicinal wine by himself.

Meanwhile, the time required to store essence blood was shortened by a full four days!

[Forging Materials: A wooden sword, 29.5 days' worth of stored essence blood]!

Fan Zhou let out a breath, picked up the second pot of medicinal wine made from eight-inch-long blood centipede, and drank it.

After finishing his drink, he glanced at the Heavenly Craftsmanship Furnace again:

[Forging materials: a wooden sword, and 27.5 days' worth of stored essence blood]!

Two more days less!

Fan Zhou staggered out to the toilet, then came back and drank his third pot of Seven-Inch Blood Centipede Bubble Tea.

[Forging Materials: A wooden sword, and 26 days' worth of stored essence blood]!

Another day and a half less!

Fan Zhou drank the last pot of medicinal wine made from the bubbles of many small blood centipedes.

However, this pot of medicinal wine was clearly much weaker.

After drinking it, the time was shortened by only one day, and the effect was not as good as that of a seven-inch blood centipede wine.

Fan Zhou glanced at the Heavenly Craft Furnace:

[The Ten Styles of the Sword are currently being forged!]

[Forging Materials: A wooden sword, and 25 days' worth of stored essence blood]

Estimated forging time: 30 days (starting after forging materials are stockpiled)

Five jugs of Blood Centipede Wine reduced the time by a total of ten days.

"I wish there were a few more pots," Fan Zhou thought to himself.

Unfortunately, the giant blood centipede is too difficult to catch.

Moreover, once the weather gets cold, the blood centipede will begin to hibernate, making it even harder to find them.

Fan Zhou remembered that Hou Yi had told him about going hunting in the mountains in a few days.

He actually came up with a plan to catch blood chickens, but he didn't know how effective it would be.

"Never mind, we'll see when the time comes."

…………

Days passed by, the weather grew colder and colder, and before we knew it, it was the Frost's Descent season.

During this period, thanks to the hard work of more than 80 people, Langdangshan Market finally took shape.

Numerous houses are arranged in rows, and every road is paved with gravel.

Charcoal kilns and brick kilns were also built, with fires burning day and night. Woodworking workshops and stoneworking workshops were filled with smoke and dust every day, and the land on the mountain was also being cultivated.

Everything can be described as thriving.

Fan Zhou finally got his day off.

These menial disciples also have days off; currently, they get one day off per month, rotating shifts.

He and Hou Yi had already made plans to go hunting together in the mountains today.

The two changed their gear at the warehouse and headed into the mountains together.

"We'll have to go very deep this time; the wild animals around here have already been scared away."

As Hou Yi spoke, he grabbed Fan Zhou's shoulder and leaped more than three zhang away. His lean figure resembled that of a monkey as he ran wildly through the mountains and forests.

Fan Zhou felt the scenery rushing past him, his body swaying left and right, and the howling of the wind filled his ears, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Even while running at such a high speed, Hou Yi was still able to speak in a steady voice:

"Will your method of catching blood chickens really work?"

Fan Zhou turned his head and said with difficulty, "It should work. I used this method to catch sparrows before."

Hou Yi was speechless. Are sparrows and blood chickens the same thing?

He said nothing more and silently led Fan Zhou on their way.

Soon the two arrived deep in the mountains.

Here, ancient trees reach for the sky, sunlight dapples through the ground, and twisted vines hang like pythons between the trees. The ground is covered with rotten leaves, and the air is filled with the stench of decay.

Fan Zhou covered his mouth and nose and said, "Master Hou, are there any monsters here?"

Hou Yi chuckled: "Of course there are, but most of them are insignificant and nothing to be afraid of."

"You have nothing to be afraid of, but I'd be doomed if I encountered a monster," Fan Zhou thought to himself.

Hou Yi said, "Alright, set up your trap first. I saw a lot of blood chickens flying around here last time, maybe we can catch one or two."

"it is good."

Fan Zhou unloaded the bamboo basket from his back, propped it up with a tree branch, tied it with a thread, and then threw a handful of rice and a few small blood centipedes into the area covered by the bamboo basket. The blood centipedes were half-dead and could only wriggle, not run away.

In this way, a simple bird-catching tool is made.

Fan Zhou carefully twisted the silk thread and hid behind a large tree to conceal his figure.

Hou Yi was increasingly speechless as he looked at it: "If we could catch a blood chicken, even a sow could fly."

Fan Zhou glanced at him. "Master Hou, you'd better hide well! Don't let Blood Chicken see you!"

Hou Yi rolled his eyes, and like Fan Zhou, hid behind a big tree, looking helplessly at the bird trap, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Ah Zhou, what kind of stupid chicken would fall for this?"

"This trap of mine was carefully planned!"

Fan Zhou looked at Hou Yi with a serious expression and said:

"Think about it, how could chickens living deep in these mountains and forests have ever seen a trap like this before?"

"More importantly, I even scattered rice! How could chickens in this desolate place have ever eaten such good food?"

Fan Zhou spoke with great logic, "So, it's not that the chicken that fell for the trap was stupid, but rather that my trap was too advanced for the chicken to understand!"

Hou Yi's lips twitched, and he was about to say something sarcastic in rebuttal when Fan Zhou suddenly gestured for him to be quiet.

Hou Yi's expression changed, and he cautiously looked toward the trap.

A large, golden rooster cautiously approached the bamboo basket.

Hou Yi was astonished, "This really works!?"