The Practice Reached Completion, His Innate Gifts Rose

Fang Shu's words rang clearly on the Ganoderma Terrace.

"Begging for wine?" Upon hearing this, the Ganoderma Mountain Lord shook the table and let out a soft laugh.

"That's interesting."

Clang!

A bronze wine cup, seemingly unearthed from nowhere, appeared on the table and flew to Fang Shu's side. Immediately, moonlight fell from the sky, pouring into the cup and turning into wine, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Fang Shu held the wine, which seemed to be formed from moonlight, his face beaming with joy.

At this moment, the laughter of the Ganoderma Mountain Lord rang out again:

"Little Daoist boy, if you can drink three large cups, I will not only give you wine, but also let you sit down at the table. Is that alright?"

These words immediately attracted the attention of the other demons and deities on the stage.

"Haha, it seems the Mountain Lord has truly enjoyed his wine and wine today. If he could bring a small antique treasure from his collection to the banquet, I wonder how many Immortal cultivator and demons would envy this young Daoist."

There were also monsters mocking Fang Shu:

"Three cups of wine? This kid'll probably be drunk after just one."

They laughed and joked, playing with the Fang Shu and toasting each other.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu's face lit up with even greater joy.

He originally just wanted to ask for a few drinks, so that he could both gain the mountain king's goodwill and taste the flavor of wine made with moonlight.

After all, judging by the quality of this wine, it might just be the Imperial Dew that the Weasel Daoist spoke of, an extraordinary and precious medicine!

As a result, the mountain king directly gave him the opportunity to sit down and drink.

If we're seated, wouldn't there be unlimited drinks, plus tea breaks and all that?

Fang Shu's heart skipped a beat.

It should be noted that the demons present on this stage are all at least at the Refining Qi level, and the food they consume is by no means ordinary.

"fortuitous opportunity, fortuitous opportunity," he murmured to himself, and without hesitation, he bowed down.

"This junior is willing to give it a try."

Ganoderma Mountain Lord didn't waste any more words and directly gave the order:

"Drink!"

Fang Shu didn't hesitate. He raised the wine cup, didn't even cover his mouth with his sleeve, and poured it straight into his mouth. He opened his throat and drank the whole cup in one go.

After downing the cup, before he could even savor the taste, he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Again!"

Seeing his delight, the monsters on the Ganoderma Terrace shook their heads and shouted in response, "Fill it up! Fill it up!"

"Fill him up quickly!"

Only the scholar-dressed, Silken Fur demon sat in his seat, pretentiously covering his face with his sleeve, slowly drinking his wine, seemingly disgusted by Fang Shu and the other demons' rough drinking habits.

Gurgling!

Ganoderma Mountain Lord wasn't stingy either; in the blink of an eye, Fang Shu's wine cup was filled.

Fang Shu filled his wine cup, then held his breath and continued to gulp it down.

Glug glug!

He gulped down three large glasses in one go, without even tasting the alcohol, and kept asking for more.

"Again! Again!"

At this moment, Ganoderma Mountain Lord also came to his senses.

He realized Fang Shu's intention and smiled as he said to the group of drinkers:

"I've run into a scoundrel today. This fellow seems willing to get drunk to death just to trick me into drinking more wine."

Upon hearing this, the monster patrons realized what was happening and began to stir:

"You little rascal! So you're planning to drink as much as you can, regardless of whether you get drunk or not."

"This child is indeed interesting and clever; after all, what's eaten is what's truly yours."

Some of the demons immediately began to flatter the mountain king, saying:

"No, no, it must be the excellent wine brewed by the mountain lord that made this boy so greedy."

As they chatted, Fang Shu's expression changed slightly, showing a hint of anxiety.

He not only realized that his idea of earning a few more drinks had been seen through, but also that the alcohol in his stomach was rising, making him look drunk.

It was swaying unsteadily, and could barely stand.

To Fang Shu's even greater surprise, the monsters in front of him suddenly transformed into tiny figures, leaping up from their seats and dancing before him.

"This is..." Fang Shu, forcing himself to speak.

He looked around again and found that in the vast forest, the distant mountain peaks had turned into tiny people, the nearby mushrooms had turned into tiny people, and even the silver moon in the sky had turned into tiny people, falling to the ground and dancing.

The laughter of the demon patrons echoed all around, "Hahaha! Look, everyone, look! Let's see what kind of drunken antics this little Daoist boy will pull!"

"Hmm, the alcohol is taking effect."

The mountain king's wine is brewed with fresh, seasonal mushrooms every year. It's incredibly delicious, enough to make you feel like you're floating on air, completely out of control... You greedy little rascal."

In Fang Shu's vision, the world spun around him, and tiny figures surrounded him, chattering incessantly.

What horrified him even more was that the bronze wine cup in his hand had also turned into a tiny person.

The bronze wine vessel sprouted eyes and mouth, struggled in his hand, stared at him, and spoke:

"What are you looking at! Do you want me to piss a few times and then reward you with a meal?"

At this moment, Fang Shu belatedly realized that he was hallucinating, and that there was no change in the drinkers on the stage or in the outside world.

Just as Fang Shu's reason told him, on the Ganoderma Terrace, all the other demon drinkers were sitting properly in their original seats. Although they were dissolute, they had not turned into villains.

They all watched Fang Shu with glee, anticipating what ridiculous thing he would do next.

Only Fang Shu staggered on the platform, his body swaying from side to side, looking as if he might collapse drunkenly at any moment and make a fool of himself.

The next moment, Fang Shu a deep breath and simply closed his eyes, no longer looking at the bizarre and wonderful world before him.

Enduring the strange, blissful feeling of floating on air, he immediately unleashed a set of boxing techniques.

"Yo ho, you're practicing drunken boxing?"

His action startled the other monster drinkers.

Immediately, the monsters saw a billowing white vapor rise from the top of Fang Shu's head, as if water were boiling.

Fang Shu's swaying figure gradually regained its balance, and although his steps were unsteady, his drunkenness diminished considerably.

Fang Shu then adopted the stance of his Insect Method martial arts, activating the Purple-Lead Venom Blood in his blood to quickly refine the three large cups of wine within his body and expel the alcohol fumes.

After completing several boxing routines, Fang Shu opened his eyes again. Although he was still clearly drunk, the little figures in his eyes had largely disappeared.

Although the wine he drank today was poisonous, the Treasure Blood he refined was also poisonous blood, possessing the ability to resist all insects!

This allows him to adapt to poisonous wine better than ordinary Immortal cultivator, and also enables him to actively detoxify.

After a series of blood-purging and refining processes, Fang Shu successfully endured three large cups of wild mushroom wine without collapsing from drunkenness.

His performance surprised the monsters on the Ganoderma Terrace: "He didn't fall?"

"Looks like this guy's got a pretty solid constitution."

And the Ganoderma Mountain Lord, Fang Shu had drunk three cups of wine, immediately burst into laughter:

"Good lad! Being able to eat is a blessing. Since you can handle it, it saves me the trouble of giving you something else."

Now take your seat, and eat as much as you can tonight!

Rustling!

On the Ganoderma Terrace, the entrance to the treasure vault closed, but a Lingzhi umbrella-shaped canopy, resembling a futon, appeared on the platform, standing among the group of demonic drinkers.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu was overjoyed.

He quickly cupped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for the seat, Lord Shan."

Immediately, Fang Shu swayed his feet, humble yet fearless, and slipped into the group of monster drinkers, where he sat down cross-legged.

On his left and right sides were the scholar-like god with a human body and a rat-like appearance, and the burly crab general clad in silver armor.

Although he was granted permission to take his seat and even won the favor of the mountain lord, Fang Shu did not become complacent.

After bowing to the monsters on both sides, he held his wine cup and focused on drinking, not interrupting the conversation of the group of monster drinkers.

These monster patrons glanced at him a few times, joked and laughed among themselves, and seeing that he was well-behaved and even somewhat cute, they simply treated him like a cat or dog that was freeloading on their food and drink, and had no objections.

The moonlight flowed gently, constantly transforming into wine, which then mingled with the silvery mist drifting across the mountaintops and poured into the cups in front of the drinkers.

Fang Shu finally had a moment to himself, so he ate slowly, drinking the wine while simultaneously processing its flavors. He finally managed to taste the wine.

It was indeed exceptionally delicious, refreshing and palatable, making him feel as if his soul was about to leave his body.

But this kind of feeling was secondary to him.

More importantly, the Dao Register was constantly swirling in his mind. With each cup he drank, characters floated and flowed through the Dao Register:

[Realm: First-Tribulation Essence-Refining Human Immortal (91% complete)]

[Realm: First-Tribulation Essence-Refining Human Immortal (92% complete)]

With a whoosh, his cultivation progressed at an unimaginable speed.

Furthermore, what is currently manifesting in him is only part of the medicinal effect of the alcohol; the greater amount of Spiritual Qi and medicinal power has settled in his body and has not yet been digested by him.

After drinking ten cups of wine, Fang Shu glanced at the scroll again and discovered Dao Register the realm section had changed to:

[Realm: First-Tribulation Essence-Refining Human Immortal (Perfect)]

At this point, Fang Shu's early stage of Refining Essence has been completely perfected, and he can attempt to break through the tribulation at any time and advance to become a second-tribulation Refining Essence immortal!

He felt joy in his heart and comfort in his body and mind.

But that's not all. Besides the drinks, there were also some fruits and tea snacks that looked quite Spiritual Qi.

Fang Shu immediately picked up a mushroom and put it in his mouth to taste it.

The mushroom melted in his mouth, and even aroused the few Gu worms on his body, so he fed them some of the scraps.

After Fang Shu, his breath was filled with Spiritual Qi.

Within the Dao Register, characters flickered, and the quality in the "Root Bone" column had clearly changed into the two characters "[Superior/Middle]".

Its representative work, Fang Shu, is now of superior Root Bone!

If the banquet hadn't been ongoing, he would already be using the abundant Spiritual Qi and medicinal power within him to immediately attempt to transcend the tribulation.

However, he resisted the urge and continued to feast, seizing this rare opportunity.

They waited until dawn, when the scene was a mess of cups and plates, and even the monster drinkers were so drunk that they drifted off to sleep.

Fang Shu finally couldn't hold on any longer and, overcome by the intoxication, fell into a sweet sleep.