At the sight of the fine wine in Shi Ji's hands, Taiyi Zhenren froze, his heart sinking sharply.
Wine again?!
By now, everyone knew of Gu Changqing's transcendent mastery of the Great Dao of Wine.
The Chan Sect disciples, in particular, quailed at the mere sight of it, haunted by the immense shadow it had left over their hearts.
Thus, the instant Shi Ji brought out the wine, an ominous premonition stirred involuntarily in Taiyi Zhenren's heart.
But a moment later, he forcibly steadied himself, a trace of disdain crossing his face.
"Hmph, what use could a mere jar of wine possibly be?"
"Do you really think you can defeat me with that wine?"
As far as Taiyi Zhenren was concerned, he was a Quasi-Saint, while Shi Ji was merely a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
Two entire major realms separated them. Even if the wine in Shi Ji's hands held some hidden mystery, it could never bridge that gulf.
Besides, Shi Ji was nothing more than an obscure disciple of the Interception Sect's Outer Sect.
Even if that wine had come from Gu Changqing, it surely could not be a top-tier immortal brew.
With that thought, Taiyi Zhenren felt even more confident.
Deep mockery gleamed in his eyes.
Shi Ji, however, paid no heed to his taunts.
A flash of resolve crossed her eyes, and she ripped the seal off the wine jar.
In an instant, an intensely rich wine fragrance spread through the air, carrying a mysterious and mighty power.
Without hesitation, Shi Ji tipped back her head and poured the entire jar of wine into her mouth.
As the wine slid down her throat, it felt as though a searing flame had ignited within her.
Shi Ji felt her magic power surge, an unprecedented force roaring through her