Lu Ren felt rather displeased. This was a cultivation method that led directly to the great path of Celestial Immortals, yet it required one to taste countless fine wines and comprehend the Dao of Wine from them, using that as the foundation to embark upon cultivation.
No wonder Huang Gong was always clutching that wine gourd and taking little sips from it. It was his natal magic treasure, used to store wine, defend against enemies, and aid him in attaining the Dao.
Huang Gong looked awkward at those words. How could he not know how restrictive the Celestial Immortal Dao he cultivated was? Back when he had exchanged cultivation insights with the rest of the team, they had all shaken their heads upon seeing his wine formula.
They had bluntly declared that this was not something a normal person could cultivate. Even those wine-crazed drunkards who treated alcohol as their lives could never reach his level. No one knew how he had managed to emerge from his former life of drunken debauchery.
Compared to the relatively lenient restrictions of Lu Ren's cultivation method, Huang Gong's method truly required one to soak in a vat of wine. No one could stand it. The people of Hanging Mountain felt personally offended just by looking at the formula Huang Gong cultivated.
The cultivation methods engraved upon that summit were indeed like Huang Gong's; many cultivation paths were inscribed there. Yet nearly every Celestial Immortal Dao carved into it had its own unique character. Even so, Huang Gong's cultivation method was unique to an utterly outrageous degree. Even if it were engraved there, a dog would shake its head and walk away after seeing it.
Lu Ren asked suspiciously, "Senior Huang Gong, have you passed down your cultivation in the present world?"
Huang Gong