System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

The old man, who had been walking the bottom of Dead Sea City for decades, had never seen such a generous young master in his lifetime. He bought two catties of spirit liquid in one go.

Chen Xuan simply smiled indifferently. He bought so many high-end goods not for his own enjoyment, but to keep on hand for various occasions after he joined the sect.

Less than ten breaths later, the female cultivator appeared with a bright smile, carrying a jar of Drunken Dragon Saliva.

This time, the female cultivator's attitude and tone of voice were much better than before.

In the past, when these independent cultivators entered the restaurant, they would be scared away 99% of the time upon seeing the ridiculously expensive menu.

Over time, these people who greeted guests became very pragmatic, treating those who didn't place an order as ordinary independent cultivators.

But once an order is placed, the service attitude will change dramatically.

A jar of Drunken Dragon Saliva is worth one tael of its original liquid, which is equivalent to ten thousand catties of the finest spiritual grain from Tangwu Mountain.

This one jar of wine alone is probably worth as much as all of the Jiang family's ancestral property.

"Honorable young master, here are the various kinds of immortal wines you require."

After placing a jar of Drunken Dragon Saliva on the table, the female cultivator then handed Chen Xuan a storage pouch.

After Chen Xuan took it, a wisp of spiritual energy entered it. After checking that there were no errors, he nodded slightly.

"If there is nothing else, Hanyue will take her leave."

As the female cultivator withdrew, Bai Li could no longer suppress her desire. She picked up the wine jar, brushed off the mud seal, and peeled off the several layers of sealing.

boom--

call--

As the seal was torn open, a refreshing aroma of wine, like a surging tide, quickly filled the entire hall.

The so-called spiritual wines purchased by the independent cultivators at the other tables were all the lowest grade from the Divine Drunken Wine Pavilion, many of which were only one level higher than Ice and Fire Brew.

One jar of Drunken Dragon Saliva is equivalent to ten or a hundred of theirs.

Immediately, Chen Xuan attracted envious glances from many independent cultivators.

Many cultivators who were addicted to wine even closed their eyes and took a few deep breaths while looking at Chen Xuan's table. Then they all shook their heads and sighed, as if lamenting that they had no chance to taste such fine wine.

Even some of the female cultivators who had laughed freely when Chen Xuan and his companion made a fool of themselves upon entering the city now looked at Chen Xuan with a completely different gaze.

At first, they all thought Chen Xuan and Bai Li were just rogue cultivators from some barren land, inexperienced and unsophisticated. But after the Drunken Dragon Saliva was unsealed, they realized they had misjudged it. This was no ordinary item; it was a rare and precious spirit wine, worth one or two ounces of Origin Liquid.

"Young friend, thank you so much! It's been over a decade since I last tasted such fine wine." The old man's voice was filled with emotion and joy.

Bai Li poured Chen Xuan a full cup, and upon hearing the old man's words, she glared at him fiercely, as if blaming him for his greed.

With the old man bowing and scraping with a forced smile, Bai Li finally poured him a cup.

"It is fate that we met, senior. Let us drink this cup together." Chen Xuan's voice was gentle and sincere.

"You're too kind. Here, let me toast you." The old man smiled broadly and raised his wine cup.

After swallowing a cup of Dragon Saliva, the first sensation was icy cold, as if one were in a snowy wonderland; then it was intensely hot, as if a raging fire was burning within the body; finally, the eight extraordinary meridians seemed to tremble, and a large amount of spiritual energy gathered like a rushing river, surging towards the dantian.

After just one cup, Chen Xuan dared not drink any more. This one cup was already equivalent to the total spiritual energy contained in a thousand catties of spirit grain. If he drank more, Chen Xuan worried that his cultivation would continue to rise uncontrollably.

"Young friend, you must be planning to go to Qingtian County to become an apprentice, right?" The old man asked with a smile after seeing that Chen Xuan had no intention of continuing after drinking a cup.

“Indeed, the spiritual energy contained in this wine is too concentrated. If I continue to break through to higher levels after drinking more, it will be troublesome.” Chen Xuan nodded slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face.

After saying that, Chen Xuan smiled and looked at Bai Li, saying, "You can keep the rest of this jar."

Upon hearing this, Bai Li was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Master, this wine is absolutely delicious." Bai Li's voice was filled with excitement and joy.

In the following days, as several more groups of independent cultivators entered, the main hall became increasingly noisy.

Chen Xuan closed his eyes, seemingly cultivating, but in reality, he had already released his divine sense to carefully listen to the conversations of the various independent cultivators.

Meanwhile, Bai Li and the old man were engaged in various scheming and intrigue. Every time the wine in their cups was gone, the old man would talk to himself about all sorts of gossip about Dead Sea City.

Bai Li treated it as a story, and when he got excited, he would generously give him a cup of Drunken Dragon Saliva.

Chen Xuan naturally heard this and occasionally communicated with Bai Li telepathically.

With the combined efforts of the master and servant, and the added suspense of the Drunken Dragon Saliva, it wasn't long before all the old man's secrets and inside information were extracted from him.