The wine slid down his throat into his belly.
It transformed into tremendous energy.
It flowed through his meridians and acupoints, washing through every limb and bone.
Xuanming's face instantly flushed red, as though it were burning.
Sealing the wine gourd, he unfurled his primordial unity dao domain to blur his presence, then swiftly sat on the ground and focused entirely on refining the energy within him.
The energy was vast and domineering. Even Xuanming needed an entire night to refine that mouthful of wine.
His meridians widened by three parts, his magic power increased by three parts, and his bones strengthened by three parts. Even his Primordial Spirit grew by one part.
Opening his eyes, Xuanming marveled.
A single mouthful had such miraculous effects—what about an entire gourd!
He had already attained three flowers gather at the crown, after all.
Few treasures in this world could still rapidly advance his cultivation, and every one was something he could only chance upon, never seek out.
Precisely because of this, Xuanming knew he had misjudged the man.
That half-immortal Zhong Neng was clearly a Mighty Expert, just like the blind old beggar Ji Yuan.
Otherwise, how could he have concealed himself from Xuanming?
And how could he have produced a Fusang fruit and such spirit wine?
Yet the more this became apparent, the more wary Xuanming grew.
Someone who offered favors without cause was either a schemer or a thief.
Though he had some acquaintance with these two secluded masters, it was hardly enough to warrant their repeatedly offering heavenly treasures so rare in this world. Either they wanted something, or they were far beyond ordinary Mighty Experts.
They were truly so rich they practically dripped wealth.
These things meant nothing to them.
Or perhaps they wanted to forge a favorable