The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Just as she was about to interrupt Chen Dong's cultivation and drag him away, the 'Eight Immortals' poured into the cave-dwelling one after another.

Wang Wan'Er was kicking herself. 'I should have been more decisive.'

The first to arrive, the lanky Mountain-Carrying Immortal, asked doubtfully, "Did he really make it?"

Behind him, Hao Niu, the Earth-Shattering Immortal, shook his head in confusion. "Second Brother said so, but who knows?"

The others who arrived also looked doubtful, but smelling the aroma of wine that filled the cave-dwelling, they thought it might just be true.

Chen Dong promptly stopped his cultivation. In just that short time, the True Qi in his body had increased by over a hundred strands, pushing him to the second level of Qi Cultivation. Even after he stopped, the wine's medicinal effects lingered, and his True Qi continued to grow.

The last to arrive, Zhuang Zheng, stepped into the cave-dwelling and looked at Chen Dong with cold eyes. "Where's the wine?"

By now, everyone had arrived except for the Fox Daoist and Fatty Xin Ranming.

Chen Dong poured the concocted wine into cups and distributed them to the men.

"This is the first serving."

The men took a small sip, their brows furrowing slightly. The wine was indeed delicious, but its effects were mediocre. For cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage like them, it was barely better than nothing.

Zhuang Zheng snorted coldly, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. "This is Drunken Immortal Brew?"

Wang Wan'Er's heart leaped into her throat. 'It's over,' she thought. 'We're really dead this time!'

Chen Dong smiled. "Don't be hasty. Try the second serving."

He then distributed the second concoction to everyone.

Instantly, their brows furrowed even deeper. One after another, they crushed the wine cups in their hands, their faces flushing red and their expressions electrified.

The most stolid of the group, Giant Wood Immortal, was the first to speak. "Holy mother of God!"

The others immediately broke out in cries of amazement. "We're rich! We're rich!"

"With a divine brew like this, who needs to worry about the hardships of cultivation!"

"No wonder Drunken Immortal Brew is so famous! Just the second serving alone is something my soul will never forget!"

"This is way more effective than Second Brother's Nourishing Yuan Pills!"

Wang Wan'Er stared at the men in utter disbelief. 'Isn't this just that common wine? Can adding a few medicinal herbs really have this kind of effect?'

Just as the men were exclaiming in amazement, the Fox Daoist and Fatty Xin Ranming walked in.

Xin Ranming wore a mocking expression. "So, how about it? I told you this kid could never produce Drunken Immortal Brew. You didn't believe me. Now you can give me that woman, right?"

Because the cave-dwelling had a restrictive spell, Xin Ranming hadn't heard their exclamations, and the Fox Daoist had only told him to come without going into detail.

The men looked at him strangely.

Xin Ranming sensed the strange atmosphere and asked in confusion, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Third Brother, have a drink before you say anything else!"

"I, the Flood Immortal, have rarely been impressed by anyone in my life," one of them declared. "But today, you can count me as convinced!"

Xin Ranming took the cup and downed a mouthful. He was shaken to his very core.

"Impossible, impossible! If the Drunken Immortal Brew could be replicated, why wouldn't the Qixia Sect sell it? Even just the first few servings could earn them a fortune in Spirit Stones!"

Chen Dong couldn't figure that out either. 'I suppose the only way to know for sure is to taste the real Drunken Immortal Brew,' he thought.

The Fox Daoist said mockingly, "Third Brother, why are you worrying about all that? Maybe the Qixia Sect is just stupid! In any case, we've struck it rich now!"

Zhuang Zheng stared intently at Chen Dong and asked with utmost seriousness, "How much wine can you make with this batch of ingredients?"

"I wasted some on experiments. I can still make five jars of each serving."

Hearing this, the eight men practically stopped breathing. Their True Qi flared uncontrollably, making the entire cave-dwelling seem to tremble.

Zhuang Zheng asked, his voice trembling, "Second Brother, how many Spirit Stones did it cost to buy these ingredients?"

The Fox Daoist replied, "Ten at the most, and that's if we count the ingredients Pavilion Master Zhou gifted us as Spirit Stones."

Zhuang Zheng burst out laughing. "Excellent, excellent! From this day on, you are one of our brothers!"

A subtle glint appeared in Chen Dong's eyes. "Thank you for your favor, Brothers."

The youngest, the Flood Immortal, seemed the most delighted. "I'm finally not the baby of the group anymore!"

The others were also smiling, but their eyes still held the look of predators sizing up their prey.

Zhuang Zheng smiled faintly. "Ninth Brother, we'll have to trouble you to concoct more Drunken Immortal Brew. I won't treat you poorly."

Chen Dong naturally agreed; his own goals were not yet met. Compared to the Prince's Mansion, this place was far more perilous, but it also offered more opportunities to increase his cultivation and to better understand the Wangyou Realm.

After that, Zhuang Zheng carried away the second serving of the Drunken Immortal Brew and went to enjoy the fine wine with the others, leaving only the Fox Daoist behind to watch Chen Dong and Wang Wan'Er.

The Fox Daoist became exceedingly friendly. "Ninth Brother, your skill is truly incredible. Your background can't be simple, can it? To know the recipe for Drunken Immortal Brew... don't tell me you're the descendant of some powerful Elder from the Qixia Sect?"

Chen Dong smiled to himself. 'Now they're starting to probe my background.'

"Not at all. I'm just an ordinary person. I've only ever been to the first and second floors of the Drunken Immortal Tower. I figured out the recipe by smell."

The Fox Daoist didn't believe a word of it. Seeing that Chen Dong didn't want to talk, he didn't press the matter. He no longer sat with his eyes closed in meditation as he had before. Instead, he stared at Chen Dong without blinking, hoping to learn the technique for concocting the brew.

Chen Dong, however, didn't continue brewing. Instead, he began processing other medicinal herbs, preparing for Alchemy.

The Fox Daoist immediately asked, "Ninth Brother, the sequence you're using seems different from before?"

Chen Dong said with a smile, "My wife's injuries haven't healed yet. I need to refine a medicinal pill for her first."

Hearing this, Wang Wan'Er's face instantly flushed crimson. Even though she knew Chen Dong was only saying it to protect her, her heart still skipped a beat, fluttering like a frightened deer.

The Fox Daoist's expression stiffened, then a smug look spread across his face. "Alchemy! Now that's something I, your Second Brother, am extremely skilled at. Want me to show you a thing or two?"