The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Fatty Xin Ranming roared, "Start talking! If you can't make us a profit, forget the boss—I'll burn you alive myself!" His fun had been interrupted, and he was seething.

Chen Dong said calmly, "Have you heard of Drunken Immortal Brew?"

The man nicknamed "Bamboo Pole" sneered, "Who hasn't heard of Drunken Immortal Brew? But all eight of us are on the wanted list. It's not worth venturing into the territory of the Five Great Sects for it!"

Bamboo Pole spoke casually, but in truth, these notorious men wouldn't dare set foot in Drunken Immortal City. These criminal Loose Cultivators had their own code of survival: don't mess with the Five Great Sects. As long as they stuck to wreaking havoc in their own forgotten corners, the great sects left them alone.

Hao Niu demanded impatiently, "What does Drunken Immortal Brew have to do with earning Spirit Stones? If you can't give me a straight answer, forget Third Brother burning you. I'll tear you limb from limb myself!"

Chen Dong snorted lightly. "I know the recipe for Drunken Immortal Brew. And I can quickly produce its first and second grades."

The eight men were instantly stunned, their eyes wide with shock!

Even Wang Wan'Er was frozen in disbelief!

They were all well aware of the effects of Drunken Immortal Brew. It wasn't just a divine vintage; it could also advance one's cultivation. For those at the Foundation Establishment Stage, it had the miraculous effect of strengthening and expanding their Dao Foundation. The final, seventh grade could even aid in comprehending the Dao. The kid wasn't making the outrageous claim that he could produce the whole batch, but the first and second grades alone were astounding enough! This actually made his words more credible.

Zhuang Zheng suppressed the wild excitement in his heart and asked incredulously, "Is what you're saying true? The recipe for Drunken Immortal Brew is a closely guarded secret of the Qixia Sect. Only those at the True Realm in the sect would know anything about it!"

Chen Dong nodded. "Of course it's true. Both of our lives are in your hands. I wouldn't possibly joke about this." Seeing the eight men's reactions, Chen Dong inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He held back on his original plan: to burn his Spiritual Golden Lotus for a temporary burst of combat power to escape.

'It's best not to use the Spiritual Golden Lotus,' Chen Dong thought. He knew that without it, the mere three months of life he had left would instantly vanish. The only thing keeping him alive now was the golden lotus.

At these words, Zhuang Zheng was so excited he began to pant. If they could really produce the first and second grades of Drunken Immortal Brew, not only would the cultivation of all eight of them get a major boost, but they could also earn a fortune in Spirit Stones in the region of the Two Cities and One River. In this lawless territory, there were countless Cultivators desperate for Drunken Immortal Brew. When that time came, he, Zhuang Zheng, might even be able to reach for the distant, seemingly unattainable True Realm.

It wasn't just Zhuang Zheng; the others were also lost in their own fantasies.

What made the Five Great Sects so powerful? At the most basic level, it was their immense wealth. If they could get their hands on Drunken Immortal Brew, forget conquering the whole region—seizing control of the Xiayun River was a very real possibility.

Just as Zhuang Zheng and his men were lost in their reverie, Fatty Xin Ranming roared, "Stop your fucking lies! Why is Drunken Immortal Brew only found in Drunken Immortal City? They might not know, but I do! There's a Door-Cleansing Spirit Spring beneath the Drunken Immortal Tower! How are you going to make Drunken Immortal Brew without the Door-Cleansing Spirit Spring? And without the spring's Array, can you even call it Drunken Immortal Brew?"

The others snapped back to reality. Their third brother had once been a disciple of one of the Five Great Sects. Even as an outer disciple, he knew more secrets than they did. For him to speak so seriously, it had to be the truth.

So, the kid really was just trying to trick them to stay alive. They all turned to glare viciously at Chen Dong. If he couldn't provide an explanation, he would surely die by their furious attacks.

Wang Wan'Er also thought Chen Dong was just using a delaying tactic. Now that he'd been exposed, they were going to die after all. Despair washed over her once more, her heart aching with the regret that she would never be able to repay her Young Miss.

Facing the furious "Eight Immortals," Chen Dong showed not the slightest hint of unease. He stated confidently, "The later grades of Drunken Immortal Brew do indeed require the synergy of the Door-Cleansing Spirit Spring's Array. But the first few grades don't need it at all. You just need to gather the ingredients I require, and in less than a day, I can place the first grade of Drunken Immortal Brew right before your eyes. Killing us now is useless to you, but keeping us alive offers you endless benefits!"

Zhuang Zheng mulled it over for a moment before declaring decisively, "Alright, we'll let you live! I won't say anything more. You know the consequences!"

Xin Ranming was still not convinced. "Boss, he's tricking us!" he yelled. "If Drunken Immortal Brew could be made away from the Drunken Immortal Tower, wouldn't the Qixia Sect be selling it everywhere by now?"

Zhuang Zheng was already lost in his dream of reaching the True Realm. He was unwilling to let even the slightest chance slip by. Besides, one of their captives was injured and the other had no cultivation to speak of; there was no way they could escape his grasp. Keeping them alive a little longer was no skin off his back.

So he said, "Enough, Third Brother. You're just horny. Once we get back to the Xiayun River and turn in the Tiger Demon, you'll get your share of Spirit Stones as usual. You can go find your women then."

The others, their minds on the potential profits from Drunken Immortal Brew, had no complaints about giving Xin Ranming his share.

But Xin Ranming's anger had already boiled over, and he was deeply dissatisfied with Zhuang Zheng's decision. 'These so-called brothers actually believe some kid's nonsense over me!' Since he couldn't touch the kid, fine, but he refused to let the woman go. After all, she was a female cultivator of no small power—the kind you simply couldn't find in Xiayun River, no matter how many Spirit Stones you offered.

He immediately said, "Boss, I won't touch the kid. I don't even want the Spirit Stones. Just give me the woman, right now!"