Turtle Immortal Hall.
Aaron buried a jar of "Hundred Fruits Brew" in the garden.
Over the ten thousand years of Great Qian, he had picked up quite a few miscellaneous arts. Brewing wine was one of them.
"This wine... the older it gets, the more fragrant it becomes..."
"Since I've decided not to go out anymore, and life is so long, I have to find myself some amusement... This wine is made from immortal fruits. In a hundred years, its flavor will surely grow rich and mellow... But with my specially made brewing starter added in, I can wait a thousand years, ten thousand years. If it becomes a ten-thousand-year vintage, that flavor... tsk, tsk..."
Aaron wiped the corner of his mouth, practically swallowing his drool.
After burying this future fine vintage, he reclined in his cushioned chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest. "The great calamity is approaching... I wonder whether you'll have the fortune to last ten thousand years? To become a ten-thousand-year vintage?"
As for his preparations for the great calamity, they too were being made in full swing.
The first was to cultivate the demonic path alongside his current cultivation!
For now, he still needed Ding Xiadong and the other little white mice to work hard.
The second was to scheme for the inheritance of Luo Fu Mountain!
"Unfortunately... Luo Fu Patriarch has remained in seclusion. A figure who has cultivated a Primordial Spirit possesses limitless longevity; staying in seclusion for several centuries is entirely possible... That's rather troublesome..."
"Should I... change targets? Even in this world, the Emei Sect does not sit unshakably in first place. Among the two sects, one mountain, and three daos, there is still the South Sea Sect to contend with it."
At the mention of the South Sea Sect, Aaron