"The contents of these wine jars seem to have lost their usefulness. I wonder, Fellow Daoists, do you still intend to distribute these wine jars as precious possessions?" Qin Fengming watched as the seal on a wine jar was opened and glanced at its contents, then spoke with a slight frown.
A gloomy expression appeared on his face, and disappointment was even visible in his eyes.
Yet hidden within that disappointment was a thread of joy that was difficult to detect.
The liquid inside these wine jars would certainly do cultivators no good if consumed, but used in other ways, it was an incomparably precious possession. It could be said to move Qin Fengming's heart far more than the Chili Wood.
If Qin Fengming's judgment was not mistaken, the liquid contained in these wine jars was not some kind of spirit wine, but a substance used in alchemy, formed by combining several precious spirit herbs and spirit liquids and fermenting them for thousands upon thousands of years.
However, without carefully studying it, he naturally could not determine exactly which spirit herbs and spirit liquids had been used to prepare it.
But one thing was certain: this was absolutely not a useless object. On the contrary, it was an extremely precious one.
Such fermented substances generally took several thousand or even tens of thousands of years to complete. Moreover, the longer they fermented, the more potent their medicinal effects became. These spirit liquids had existed here for an unknown number of tens of thousands of years, and the strength of their medicinal effects was already beyond words.
It could be said that if the contents of these wine jars were brought to the Marketplace and seen by an alchemist with broad knowledge, he would certainly spare no expense in spirit stones