A Violent Clash

When Hu Jiao pulled the stopper from the gourd, Wang Chen caught the scent of wine.

What this Demon Race cultivator had brought out was clearly no ordinary spirit wine.

Since the other party had taken the initiative, Wang Chen did not stand on ceremony. He accepted the purple-skinned gourd.

But rather than drinking straight from it, he took two wine cups from his Sumeru Ring, filled them separately, and returned the gourd to Hu Jiao.

The latter's face reddened again.

Wang Chen pretended not to notice and raised his cup in a single draught.

His eyes immediately lit up. "Fine wine!"

The wine was amber in color, its liquid condensed to an almost gelatinous state. The instant it entered his mouth, it transformed into a line of fire that shot straight into his stomach, warming his entire body with indescribable comfort.

The spiritual power contained within even gave Wang Chen a faintly tipsy feeling!

Truly excellent wine!

"This is Spirit Monkey Thousand Year Drunk."

Hu Jiao explained, "It is brewed by spirit monkeys in the mountains using a hundred kinds of fruit. A mortal who drinks a cup will be drunk for a thousand years."

Being drunk for a thousand years was naturally an exaggeration, but it was enough to show just how extraordinary this wine was.

Wang Chen nodded and was about to speak when clamorous voices and hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

He and Hu Jiao exchanged a glance, their expressions gaining a hint of gravity.

A moment later, a group of cultivators barged into the old house.

Upon seeing Wang Chen and Hu Jiao, they too paused in surprise. The cultivator leading them gave the two a scrutinizing look, then chuckled. "We intend to rest here for the night. You two fellow cultivators don't mind, do