"You see? She wasn't that hard to coax." Song Wanyi laughed.
"That's only because she drank too much. If she wakes up, she'll probably pick a fight with you." I smiled and rubbed Xijun's head. She had already fallen asleep on top of me.
Concentrating the aura of fortune into wine—only Song Wanyi could have thought of that. It wasn't strange for someone to get drunk, since it wasn't pure fortune itself, but a blend of fortune and some kind of refined energy.
Once a Dao-Proving Immortal drank it, their instincts would immediately break down this kind of fortune. When the load became too great, it would produce a state similar to drunkenness.
A hazy, drowsy state and falling asleep were the most basic effects. It wasn't unheard of for a Dao-Proving Immortal to eat their fill of fortune, then fall into a deep sleep to speed up digestion.
Of course, the fact that this lucky wine could get Phantom God, a Dao-Proving Immortal, drunk was already extraordinary. Making the entire Dao-Proving Universe drunk was impossible.
Hua Ke would never let Song Wanyi use that much fortune to brew wine, either.
"Let's find somewhere for her to sleep." Song Wanyi suggested it.
I nodded and picked Xijun up, then followed Song Wanyi into a group of pavilions nestled in the woods.
"Don't tell me you get drunk often?" I looked toward the pavilions. They had been built in an antique style, with viewing platforms and terraces all fully equipped.
The bedding and other furnishings were all in place. Although everything had been cleaned spotless, there was a lazy, languid charm to the place.
After a few drinks here, there was no need to look for a bed. You could simply lie down wherever you were.
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