Sun Rong lifted the wineskin and took a gulp. The sweet liquor washed over his mouth and taste buds, making his eyes widen.
The fragrance of Spirit Rice Grain.
The aroma of spirit wine.
The two scents blended together into a rich, heady fragrance that even seemed to spill from his nose and mouth, leaving his whole body intoxicated by the scent.
He looked slightly drunk, yet his mind was exceptionally excited.
His understanding of his own cultivation technique deepened further.
Many things he had once been unable to figure out began to become clear bit by bit.
Anyone would be utterly fascinated by such a state.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Sun Rong poured one huge mouthful after another down his throat.
The liquor that entered his stomach released dense spiritual energy, transforming into a warm current that surged through his body and even gave him a feeling of fullness.
There were ten jin of Fine-Quality Spirit Rice Wine in the wineskin, yet Sun Rong forcibly drank two jin before reluctantly putting it down.
Xu Changqing asked with a smile, "How is it?"
"Delicious!"
Sun Rong nodded, then asked tentatively, "Did you brew this wine, Daoist Cai?"
Xu Changqing nodded slightly. "That's right. I brewed it."
Sun Rong revealed an incredulous expression and could not help praising him. "Though this is merely the most ordinary Spirit Rice Wine, whether in the layers of its flavor, the richness of its aroma, or the density of its spiritual energy...
"In all my years, this is absolutely the first time I have encountered such a wine. Daoist Cai, you are truly a great talent!"
A trace of jealousy rose in his heart.
Not only was the man before him still so young, he was also exceptionally gifted in planting.
And now, even