To drink, or not to drink?
A look of hesitation appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
"What, Brother Lin? Are you afraid your strength is insufficient?"
A hint of mockery appeared on Dongyu Immortal Emperor's face.
It was no exaggeration to call it goading.
"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to see me make a fool of myself?" Lin Xuan raised his head, but his gaze turned sharp.
"A fool of yourself? I offered this out of goodwill. Brother Lin, where does that come from? Nine Sacred Spirit Wine is brewed from nine kinds of True Spirit Blood. In terms of rarity, it is almost comparable to the three great spirit fruits of the Cultivation World. This emperor felt as if we were old friends at first sight, Fellow Daoist, and that is why I did not hesitate to give away this treasure."
"As for whether you drink it or not, that depends on your own fortune. This emperor will absolutely not force you."
Dongyu Immortal Emperor spoke with displeasure.
"According to Fellow Daoist, then it was Lin who measured the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a petty man. Very well. Since Fellow Daoist has offered this out of goodwill, both by sentiment and reason, Lin has no grounds to refuse."
"This Nine Sacred Spirit Wine—I shall drink it all, and see whether it truly is as wondrous as Fellow Daoist claims."
At this point, Lin Xuan lifted his head and truly swallowed the Nine Sacred Spirit Wine without the slightest hesitation.
At once, within his dantian, it was as if a ball of raging fire had appeared, flowing through his extraordinary meridians and eight vessels.
Very soon, the flames scattered, and a cold current began invading through his four limbs and hundred bones.
With water and fire alternating