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Due to a recent agreement with Xuan Qing to share only one pot of wine each day, the last half cup was meant to be savored slowly. However, fate had other plans. The barrier set by Xuan Qing was violently struck by a hammer, causing the ground to shake and half of the wine to spill all over the table.
"My wine..." I quickly gathered the spilled wine back into the cup, absorbing the Celestial Spirit Energy within it. Angrily, I flew up to confront the culprit, but Xuan Qing used a Dusting Whisk to pull me back.
"Guests are to be treated well; we just need to 'entertain' him properly."
I couldn't grasp the hidden meaning in his words and reluctantly returned to the table.
Bang—bang—
The deafening sound of impacts signaled that the barrier was on the verge of collapse. With a flick of his finger, Xuan Qing decided to remove it entirely. A massive hammer, larger than a grinding stone, fell from the sky and crashed into the center of the courtyard, shaking the ground with its imposing presence.
A short-haired youth in tight clothing leaped down and landed beside the hammer. He shot an unfriendly glance at Xuan Qing, me, and at some point, the Old Sophora Tree and Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer hiding behind us.
He pointed at Xuan Qing and declared, "You are the Rogue Immortal who stole my Monkey Ear Wine!"
So it was trouble caused by stealing Monkey Wine. Well, having angered a spirit from the celestial realm, this little Rogue Immortal had no way out; he couldn't afford to be beaten up over this. Sigh, next time he tried to steal Monkey Ear Wine, he and I would have to wear masks.
Xuan Qing tapped on the table with a smile that could charm anyone. "In this vicinity, I am the only Rogue Immortal for thousands of miles. I wonder which Immortal you are looking for?"
Aside from me, both the Old Sophora Tree and Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer wished they could faint; treating their foolish master as a joke would only provoke more anger from the spirit.
"I don't have time for your riddles! You and this egg not only stole my Monkey Wine but also harmed my descendants. I'll settle both old and new scores with you!" The youth's attitude was arrogant as he effortlessly lifted the hammer.
The hammer came crashing down towards us.
"Stop!" Xuan Qing shouted, using a finger to hold back the hammer in mid-air. Calmly, he said, "Before we fight, let's introduce ourselves."
"Snow Spirit Monkey from the celestial realm!"
"Rogue Immortal Xuan Qing at your service!"
With a subtle exertion of force from his finger, an unseen yet irresistible energy surged towards Snow Spirit Monkey. He stumbled back several steps, leaving a clear imprint on his iron hammer that sank three inches deep. Shocked internally, Snow Spirit Monkey realized that even a Rogue Immortal possessed such power; he couldn't withstand it even as a spirit. If he successfully survived ten tribulations, what level would he reach?
Xuan Qing discreetly curled his numb fingers back down onto his lap and sighed inwardly. The Immortal Artifact was indeed formidable; Snow Spirit Monkey's strength fell short against it. He had been somewhat overconfident earlier.
"Immortal," Xuan Qing proposed smoothly, "we are both members of an Immortal sect. Fighting will only harm our energies; why not gamble a few rounds instead? It’s both amicable and simple." With a sweep of his Dusting Whisk across the table, he conjured up an exquisite set of jade-like Corks.
Curious, I poked at one of the Corks; its smooth surface produced a crisp sound when they collided together. I wanted to play with them and nudged one Cork to bounce around.
"This set is for you; go play." Xuan Qing pulled out another set of Corks from his robe to distract me.
With nimble fingers, he picked up one Cork and let it clink into a bowl before inviting Snow Spirit Monkey: "Shall we gamble five rounds?"
The deliberately provocative tone of Xuan Qing made the irritable Snow Spirit Monkey jump up, "Let's gamble! I'm not afraid of you!" He tossed aside his hammer and leaped onto the stool.
"Best of five. If I win, the Immortal won't bother me anymore. If I lose, I'll kneel and knock my head three times, calling you 'Grandpa.'"
"And bark like a dog three times," Snow Spirit Monkey added confidently.
"Deal!" Xuan Qing agreed generously, shaking the Cork.
Unbeknownst to Snow Spirit Monkey, Xuan Qing was an expert at gambling, masterfully handling the Cork. Among the Rogue Immortals, he was hard to beat; even Xuan Qi had fallen to him. For Snow Spirit Monkey to win would require a miracle.
The Cork jingled as it was shaken, attracting the attention of those nearby who were eager to see how Xuan Qing would fare in the final round.
"Two to two, Immortal. This round will determine our fate. Will you bet big or small?"
Snow Spirit Monkey slammed his hand on the table, confidently betting, "Big!"
"Here we go!"
As the result was revealed, it turned out to be small. Snow Spirit Monkey grabbed his hair in frustration. "Three small results in a row! Let's gamble five more rounds!"
"Immortal, I don't owe you anything now. If you want to gamble again, put something up as a stake; that would be more exciting." Xuan Qing appeared well-meaning but had ulterior motives.
"I'll wager my Immortal Artifact!" Without hesitation, Snow Spirit Monkey placed his hammer on the table.
The Linglong Bone Jade Dice jingled as Snow Spirit Monkey removed the Jade Tablet from around his neck.
The Linglong Bone Jade Dice continued to jingle as he took off the Gold Bangle from his arm.
The Linglong Bone Jade Dice jingled again as he removed the silver chain from his ankle.
The Linglong Bone Jade Dice jingled once more as he took off his Defensive Celestial Garment.
The jingling continued...
The onlookers cheered joyfully as they pushed each piece of loot under their bodies.
In the final round, Snow Spirit Monkey suffered a crushing defeat, his face flushed with embarrassment as he covered his groin with his hands. Cold sweat rolled down his face as he stammered, "I... I have nothing left..."
"You still have your pants," Xuan Qing said, eyes fixed on the last piece of modesty. He sighed dramatically, "Looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands!"
"You... you... are cheating me..."
Xuan Qing shook his finger and replied, "Today I’m cheating both gods and monkeys; just not cheating myself."
Snow Spirit Monkey was on the verge of tears. Wiping away his tears, he reluctantly took off his pants, exposing his bare backside. The Old Sophora Tree kindly offered him something—a sufficient covering made from Huaileaves.
The Snow Spirit Monkey hugged Huaileaves tightly, overwhelmed with emotion and bursting into tears, transforming back to its original form.
Watching the petite and adorable long-haired snow monkey sob its way back to the celestial realm, the Old Sophora Tree and the Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer turned to glance at Xuan Qing and the egg, who were discussing how to utilize their spoils, feeling helpless as they returned to their previous spot.
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