Ever since Xu Yue had learned to cook for himself, he had become extremely picky about food.
Things made by others usually needed ingredients of a sufficiently high quality before they were even edible to him.
This cup of poisoned wine was precisely like that. It had likely been brewed using some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Each of those treasures was highly nourishing on its own, but when mixed together, they produced an undetectable tendon-weakening effect.
Even ordinary beings who could be called immortals would fall victim to it after drinking it, losing all their cultivation as the harmless tonic medicines interfered with one another.
But for Xu Yue, this was genuinely nothing more than a delicious tonic.
Brewed from pure natural immortal fruits, it was rich and fragrant, with a sweet, refreshing taste. It was the kind of fine wine that did not make one feel drunk after drinking it, yet could unknowingly intoxicate a person.
"The wine is good. You've put some thought into it. Bu Jingyun is yours now. Take good care of him."
After finishing the wine, Xu Yue returned to the courtyard and began playing the erhu again.
Since the poison wine caused people to lose their cultivation without realizing it, only fully taking effect the next time they used their power, Jian Chen did not sense anything wrong.
He carried Bu Jingyun back to his room and began applying medicinal ointment to him.
After all, the gap between Bu Jingyun and Xiong Ba was still there. Holding out against him alone for so long had already been no easy feat. Bu Jingyun was covered in bruises and still had not regained consciousness.
Yet while applying the ointment, Jian Chen blankly pulled a paper crane from his robes and released it through the window.