"Wine?" I asked curiously. Zhìlín thought for a moment before saying, "It's something that, once drunk, can make the spiritual power within one's body circulate faster for a short time, promoting cultivation. The longer it has been stored, the more potent its effects become. Of course, because water from the Xianlai Sea must be added at intervals during the aging process, it isn't available anywhere else. Under such special conditions, Xianlai Island holds the Sacred Drink Festival once every year. Jintao and his ancestors have all been renowned for their skill in brewing this nectar over the years. When everyone goes to their Xianlai Island, they also have hopes of obtaining a cup of top-grade nectar."
"I see. Physically speaking, making spiritual power circulate rapidly for a short time is indeed a good thing, but surely that's not the only reason, is it?" I asked curiously.
"Of course not. Think about it: if your cultivation had stagnated for years, wouldn't you regard the annual Sacred Drink Festival as one of your chances to advance? When breaking through, using this top-grade nectar to cleanse and scour your spiritual meridians gives you a very high chance of succeeding. It's just that the higher the grade of the nectar, the more expensive it is. Over the past thousand years, many immortals have successfully advanced on Xianlai Island, so the Jin Household's nectar became famous far and wide. On top of that, the Jin Household was skilled at business and promotion, making the nectar of Xianlai Island so difficult to find that it was practically unique to the island." Zhìlín explained.
"Then why not bring back more water and add some to the aging brew every year? Wouldn't that solve the problem?" I asked.
"That won't work. First, the seawater of the Xianlai Sea