Chapter 175: Seeking Death!
Chapter 175: Seeking Death!
Shan Tai poured a bowl of Baijiu for the Giant Warrior. That bowl held about three or four hundred jin of liquid.
If ordinary folk from the Primary World had never tasted strong Baijiu before, even drinking a thousand times less in one gulp would have gotten them drunk and knocked them out on the spot.
But this Giant Warrior felt the fierce effect of the wine suddenly explode inside him. His blood surged, his pores opened wide, and his whole body grew warm; it felt incredibly good, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.
This feeling, never felt before, made him unable to stop shouting praises loudly. It instantly caught the eyes of others in the tavern.
But the Giant Warrior completely ignored the odd looks from those nearby.
He eagerly asked Shan Tai, “Friend, could you give me a bit more?”
More?
Shan Tai really felt like spitting on the Giant’s face: ugly and dreaming big!
Ever since Gao Jing brought Baijiu to Shan Yue Village.
This strong wine made from pure grains had become the favorite of Shan Yue Warriors.
Because Gao Jing carried only a small amount, everyone valued it, only drinking little by little now and then.
Now, giving him half a bowl for free was already lucky—did he really want more?
Go dream!
If it weren’t for Gao Jing’s idea.
Shan Tai wouldn’t have even looked his way.
He shook his head and said emotionlessly, “Only this much for free.”
“Then I’ll pay for it!”
The Giant Warrior next to him fretted right away: “How much per clay pot? I want one!”
Shan Tai glanced at him and laughed scornfully: “You can’t afford it.”
That Giant’s leather armor was old and worn, looking poor; he had only asked for a half portion of wild boar meat earlier.
The Giant Warrior felt deeply insulted.
He quickly grabbed his coin pouch from his chest and slammed it on the counter: “Is this enough?”
This leather pouch was heavy, the coins inside clinking loudly.
Shan Tai hadn’t spoken yet when the bearded bartender behind the counter chuckled: “Take it back fast. You were lucky to get this free Flame Wine, something usually only nobles get.”
“If you want to buy this pot of wine, change all your Copper Coins to Shell Coins.”
Flame Wine was the name for strong spirits in the Great World, made only by Refining Masters among Shamans.
It got its name because the liquid could catch fire.
Flame Wine was very costly.
This well-informed bartender clearly thought Baijiu was Flame Wine!
Hearing “Flame Wine,” the Giant Warrior’s face turned red again, after it had looked better.
He took back his coin pouch grumpily.
The bearded bartender ignored him now and smiled as he asked Shan Tai: “Could you give me a bit too?”
Shan Tai nodded, pouring him half a bowl as well.
“Thanks!”
The happy bartender lifted the bowl with both hands.
He didn’t drink right away; first he breathed in deeply and showed a happy face.
“Great wine.”
The bearded bartender cheered, then brought the bowl to his mouth for a small sip.
He acted like a true wine lover.
Nearby, the Giant Warrior watched longingly and wished he hadn’t drunk his so quick.
“It’s really great wine!”
After tasting, the bartender gave thumbs up to Shan Tai: “Better than Flame Wine I had years ago!”
Shan Tai just smiled without a word.
“Friend, could you give me half a bowl too?”
“Is there still free Baijiu?”
“I want to try it!”
“Can I pay for a bowl?”
At that moment, other drinkers there couldn’t hold back and crowded around, asking Shan Tai for Baijiu.
Shan Tai refused none, giving each one half a bowl.
A Clay Pot held five tons of Baijiu; half a bowl was about three or four hundred jin, enough for over twenty people to share.
After drinking, every Giant, like the bearded bartender, raised a thumb.
Some with low tolerance had half a bowl down, and their faces flushed while their eyes went foggy.
Others stared at the Vine Basket beside Shan Tai, hunger clear in their eyes.
Through gaps in the Vine Basket, anyone could see it was packed with the same wine pots.
But held back by Qinghe City’s rules and Shan Tai’s strong look.
A few wanted it but were worried.
“Hey? That little guy looks really different!”
Suddenly, a Giant with a scar on his face couldn’t control his greed.
Driven by wine, he reached a hand to grab at Gao Jing: “Let me see!”
He wasn’t drunk; grabbing for Gao Jing was really a test aimed at Shan Tai.
Just before, Gao Jing had been sitting on the counter watching the fun.
After much thought, he had chosen Baijiu as a hot seller for the Great World market.
Bottled Whisky and “Red Star Erguotou” would be sold to Abyss City.
Loose pure-grain Baijiu would be sold in Giant cities for big profit.
Another big reason he came to Qinghe City with Shan Tai to spread Baijiu was to help with problems Shan Tai and Qing Lan faced.
Gao Jing already had a whole plan ready.
But he clearly overrated some Giants’ smarts and goodness.
Even so, Gao Jing felt no fear; brushes with death had made his will tough and confidence strong.
Facing the hairy hand grabbing from the Scar-Faced Giant, Gao Jing fired Flame Blade without pause.
He swung one Great Cleaving Blade hard at it!
Shan Tai had told him that in the Great Wilderness, might made right, and people hated those with no spine.
The Scar-Faced Giant showed clear evil intent, so Gao Jing had to hit back hard and fast.
Unless the difference in strength was too great.
Otherwise…
Death’s nothing to fear, only he who fears death would pause now!!
A long blade manifested in an instant from fierce flames, slicing through the air across four or five meters.
It came slashing down, carrying an aura of utter destruction, aimed straight at the palm of the Scar-Faced Giant!
The Scar-Faced Giant hadn’t taken the tiny figure of Gao Jing seriously at all.
Only when the Flame Blade struck did he sense danger, jerking his hand back on instinct.
But it was already too late.
THWICK!
The unstoppable flaming blade edge sliced through the Scar-Faced Giant’s right index and middle fingers like they were tender tofu. Half of each finger fell!
“AAARGH!”
An earth-shattering howl of agony burst from the Scar-Faced Giant.
He’d never dreamed Gao Jing’s counterattack could be so swift and ruthless. The blinding pain ignited his savagery.
“DIE!”
The Scar-Faced Giant clenched his left fist and hammered it down towards Gao Jing with crushing force!
As far back as ten thousand years ago, the Ancient Remnant Clan from the depths of the Abyss returned to the surface world, beginning interactions with the Great Wilderness Giants.
Today, countless Abyss Dwellers live within the Giants’ cities.
This included Qinghe City, where many Abyss Dwellers lived.
Though the Great Wilderness Giants acknowledged sharing a common ancestor with the Ancient Remnant Clan, believing both to be branches of humankind.
In truth, many Giants saw Abyss Dwellers as utterly beneath them.
Being ten times taller meant they were a thousand times heavier and more voluminous.
This gave the Great Wilderness Giants an overwhelming, crushing advantage in raw power over the Ancient Remnant Clan.
They looked down upon the Ancient Remnant Clan from on high.
This Scar-Faced Giant hadn’t actually intended to kill Gao Jing initially. He was just using Gao Jing to test how Shan Tai would react.
If Shan Tai seemed weak or handled it poorly, he planned to casually “borrow” a few jars of wine to drink.
Or perhaps buy it all at a clearly “reasonable” price.
But before he’d even fully extended his hand, this insignificant little thing Gao Jing had bitten him hard. How could he endure that?
Humiliated and furious, the Scar-Faced Giant channeled his Totemic Power, utterly determined to squash Gao Jing into meat paste!
Yet he forgot.
Shan Tai was right there beside Gao Jing!
SLAP!
The Scar-Faced Giant’s fist hadn’t even reached Gao Jing.
A powerful hand slapped hard against his cheek first!
The Scar-Faced Giant’s whole face deformed instantly under the blow. A bloody spray of ten or more teeth erupted from his suddenly crooked mouth as his whole body was flung helplessly backwards.
He smashed heavily onto a wine table dozens of meters away!
“LOOKING TO DIE?!”
The Scar-Faced Giant wasn’t alone. Several of his tribe comrades were present.
Seeing this, the tribesmen warriors roared with fury, quickly closing in.
Their eyes fixed on Shan Tai, who had just risen to his feet, filled with murderous light!
The tavern atmosphere turned tense as drawn swords, violence teetering on a knife-edge.
Shan Tai snorted coldly, his fists clenching.
Behind him, the Beast Spirit of the Earth Fury Bear suddenly coalesced into view. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, throwing its head back in a silent, ferocious roar!
A Great Totem Warrior!
His overwhelming, invisible aura pressed down on the entire room, silencing the tavern dead in an instant!