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"Your Highness, this is Zhaoyang Drunk."
Inside Prince of Qin's Manor in Cangshui City, Qiuyue carried a tray bearing a jade bottle that glimmered like fireflies and radiated waves of heat. Carrying it, she slowly entered the bedchamber.
Chu Xuanao, seated cross-legged on the couch, opened his eyes. "Good. You may all leave."
After Qiuyue Shuangxue and several maidservants withdrew, Chu Xuanao took the jade bottle in one hand. Holding it in his palm, he could feel the scorching heat within.
He opened the jade bottle. Through its mouth, he could see a fiery red liquid like molten lava, with waves of heat seeming to gush forth. The fragrance of wine filled his nostrils. Yes, this was not water. It was wine.
Zhaoyang Drunk was a potent wine specially brewed by the Imperial Clan to aid the cultivation of Yang Shen Gong. The medicinal ingredients within were all refined from yang-aspected materials.
This was also Chu Xuanao's first time drinking it. When he had been enfeoffed as king and left the capital, he had specifically taken quite a bit from the Imperial Clan for future use. He had not expected to need it so soon.
With Yang Shen Gong below the fifth level, before stepping into the Transcendent Realm, one could not drink Zhaoyang Drunk.
Extreme yang was unyielding, and nourishment had its proper measure. Without reaching the necessary realm, drinking this stuff would overnourish him.
With the slightest carelessness, his yang energy would overflow, and the true qi in his body would spiral out of control. He would suffer terribly then.
This was the privilege of good birth. To ordinary martial artists and cultivators, obtaining medicinal