The Nerve!

"Buddhist disciple, where are your Bodhi Fruits?"

As the Emperor gathered the nine ingredients once more and put them in the brewing pool to soak, Zhang Xuezhou spoke up.

He didn't know whether adding Bodhi Fruit would steer the medicinal effects in another direction, but Venerable Lei had mentioned that it could remove odors. Zhang Xuezhou thought they could add some while brewing to see whether it would drive out the almost spoiled smell in the fruit wine.

"Bodhi Fruit? What do you want it for?" the Emperor asked.

"Adding a few Bodhi Fruits during brewing will improve the aroma. It'll definitely make good wine," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"You can't brew wine however you please," the Emperor replied. "The medicinal properties of every ingredient in a brew can conflict or blend with one another. Adding ingredients rashly will cause changes that are hard to predict."

"What are you afraid of? The brewing ingredients belong to someone else anyway, so there's no harm in trying. If it fails, we can just brew another batch!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the master of the secret place, who had taken the form of a Buddhist disciple. His words made the corner of the Emperor's eye twitch.

If he really were a Buddhist disciple, why would he care whose heart ached over it?

But he was the owner of the many brewing ingredients. They had driven him to lose his composure and curse, so he was clearly not as unconcerned about these rare treasures, exotic fruits, and great medicines as he appeared.

Brewing a potent poison wine was a wanton waste of heaven's gifts, and brewing a failed batch of wine was utterly pointless.

The Emperor needed a good wine.

It needed to taste excellent, but it could not lose its intended medicinal effects.

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