My Apocalypse System Arrives 10 Years Early

Chapter 388: Chapter 260: Brewing Snow at the Humble Cottage, Spirit Gourd Persimmon Wine to Warm a Sunny Winter Day

”What a schemer,” Yao Yao muttered, exasperated. ”And to think she had the same idea as me.”

Many hands make light work. They were quite fast, preparing eighteen wine gourds and thirty-two gourd ladles in a single morning.

The wine gourds required further processing; they needed to be hung under the veranda to air-dry until they were seventy percent dry before the next step. The work after that, however, was relatively simple.

In the afternoon, they started picking persimmons to make dried persimmons.

Grandma was in the front yard chatting with the villagers, so with no one in the backyard, Li Xiang unleashed his Superpower. PEW PEW PEW~ With a flick of his hand, bolts of Cold Ice Sword Qi shot out, and persimmons dropped from the branches, a feat comparable to the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

It was much more convenient than using a hook like they used to.

Down below, Yao Yao, Zhao Xueqing, and Lei Xiaohui each held a cloth sack to catch the falling fruit. Their movements were agile, their figures graceful—it was, without a doubt, a beautiful sight.

The three stood in a triangular formation, and no matter how fast Li Xiang’s Cold Ice Sword Qi flew, they managed to catch every persimmon. Their skills had clearly improved at a rapid pace.

”This is like playing tennis! Brother Xiang, you just keep shooting, and we’ll keep catching,” Yao Yao said with a coy laugh.

As soon as the words left her mouth, both Zhao Xueqing and Lei Xiaohui blushed and rolled their eyes. ’Yao Yao is so shameless,’ they thought. ’She has no filter and will say absolutely anything. I wonder if she did that on purpose... or on purpose?’

They glanced at Li Xiang and saw he looked a little awkward too. Clearly, everyone’s mind had gone to the same place.

Yao Yao giggled. ”What are you all thinking about? Your minds are so dirty!”

’What the hell!’ Zhao Xueqing and Lei Xiaohui almost coughed up blood. ’What is wrong with her? She’s the one who said something so suggestive, and now she’s playing the victim and calling *us* dirty-minded.’

”I’m speeding up! Don’t drop any of the persimmons!” Li Xiang said, changing the subject. He began to fire off his Cold Ice Sword Qi in a flurry, about thirty or forty percent faster than before.

”Brother Xiang, faster! Even faster!” Yao Yao shouted.

Li Xiang: ”...”

Zhao Xueqing: ”...”

Lei Xiaohui: ”...”

”Oh, come on, don’t let your imaginations run wild. I was talking about his normal... shooting speed,” Yao Yao chuckled coyly, feeling like she couldn’t quite salvage the situation.

In reality, Li Xiang’s Cold Ice Sword Qi was far more powerful than the Six Meridian Divine Sword. The Six Meridian Divine Sword was merely a mundane form of Martial Arts, while his ability was an Extraordinary Superpower. Furthermore, it was only in its first form, with plenty of room for future upgrades. It was just that his Achievement Points were limited, so for the time being, he couldn’t spare any to improve this Superpower’s Attributes.

He had an Earth Attribute constitution with a minor affinity for the Ice Element—a little, but not much—so it wasn’t his main focus.

Aside from the ”Earth Pivot World Record,” Li Xiang was particularly fond of ”Giant Power” and the ”Divine Movement Technique.” After all, what man could resist the pursuit of power and speed?

Li Xiang’s Giant Power was currently at 55 metric tons and his Extreme Speed was at 5.5 Mach, but he felt it was far from enough. ’There are still some large Bat Caves in the United States,’ he mused. ’They’d be excellent places to harvest Achievement Points, but there’s just too much to do at the end of the year. I probably won’t have time to go for a while.’

’I still have to harvest the Fragrant Rice in Thailand. Plus, I bet there are special Earth Veins in places like Thailand and Vietnam. Since they’re so close, it would be a huge shame not to check them out while I’m there.’

”Brother Xiang, I’ve been researching a recipe for persimmon wine recently. Want to give it a try?” Yao Yao asked while they were peeling the persimmons they had just picked. Her fair wrist moved deftly, the fruit knife in her hand carving a flower of orange-red peel.

Zhao Xueqing and Lei Xiaohui raised their eyebrows. ’Why didn’t we think of that?’