Chapter 93 - 80: Thousands of Pounds of Spiritual Medicine
Two figures flew over Luodu, leaping onto the top of the tallest tower—Wenfeng Tower, standing eighty meters high. From the left, one could appreciate the beauty of rivers, and on the right, take in the entire cityscape.
Hee Huan brought two flasks of wine and handed one to Gu Wen. He then lay back and drank his with a gulp-gulp-gulp. Seeing that Gu Wen did not drink right away, he said, "This wine is brewed from spiritual objects and is beneficial for cultivation."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Gu Wen picked up the flask and guzzled it down in a "thud-thud-thud."
[Thirty-two years of Heavenly Marrow]
One more year’s worth of Heavenly Marrow.
Hee Huan tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "You really are addicted to cultivation."
Gu Wen naturally replied, "Only cultivation is real; everything else is an illusion."
Without cultivation, one could do nothing; with it, although one could not do everything, at least they wouldn’t live like livestock. This was Gu Wen’s realization over the previous five years—that having power was absolutely correct.
He tilted the wine jar and drank the last few drops. He had drunk it so quickly that he did not catch its specific taste, only noting a sweet aftertaste. Quite enjoyable.
"Where did this come from?"