The mellow spiritual liquid had lost every last trace of alcohol, leaving only pure spirit vigor.
The advantage was its greater potency. Jiang Yang had taken only a small sip before he felt the magic power throughout his body surge and stir. Clearly, it offered tremendous benefits to cultivation, no less than an elixir.
Of course, it was not without drawbacks: all the qualities that made it spirit wine had vanished. A wine lover would probably have shaken their head and lamented the loss again and again, but Jiang Yang did not particularly mind.
He had no strong feelings about spirit wine, and this degraded spiritual liquid was gentle yet potent. He could simply treat it as finding a dozen or so elixirs.
Fortunately, I didn't rashly try it earlier. Otherwise, even the smallest sip of this spirit wine would have been like poison to a cultivator below the Purple Mansion realm...
Jiang Yang shook his head, turned the wine jar in his hands, and took another large mouthful. Suddenly, another thought occurred to him:
"Still... this would suit Yun Zhen's tastes quite well. I was just worrying about what congratulatory gift to prepare for her. In that case... wouldn't this wine be perfect?"
Yun Zhen had a sweet tooth and particularly favored spirit honey. With its killing aura gone, this spirit wine was sweet and refreshing as honey, gentle on the tongue. Surely it would suit her preferences best.
Jiang Yang did not know the wine's name, but since the grotto-heaven had collected it and preserved it until now, it must have been a fine vintage intended for entertaining guests.
Before long, however, Jiang Yang had to take back his earlier words. Three to five successive mouthfuls had drained nearly half the jar, and the scorching spirit vigor was