Nine Samsara Cauldron

"This spirit wine is definitely different from other wines. If ordinary people can smell it, then it wouldn't be called spirit wine. " Liu Shang explained, "Use the immortal qi in your body to cover your nose, and try smelling it."

Hearing that, Su Ziyan looked at Liu Shang in disbelief, and in the end, did as he said, he activated the immortal qi in his dantian and moved it to the side of his nose.

"So comfortable." Su Ziyan could not help but mutter. Her body seemed to soar in the sky, free and unfettered.

"I don't dare to accept the honor, I'm just trying to attract attention."

The robed elder seemed to know that the white clothed man in front of him didn't like to be disturbed, so he said, "I'll cast a spell to throw the little girl outside the door, so I can't bear to disturb our wine tasting."

"No need." The man in white said, "If you smell a thousand people drunk, you could get drunk for three days and three nights. Leaving a little girl outside for three days and three nights is not something that a gentleman should do.

The daoist-robed old man flicked his whisk and said, "I didn't expect that even after so many years, you would still be so compassionate. I thought you'd become stone-cold after that. "

After the white-clothed man heard this, he fell into silence. The daoist-robed old man knew that he had slipped into silence.

After a long while, the white clothed man stood up and carried the drunk Su Ziyan in.

After an unknown period of time, Su Ziyan slowly opened his eyes. The moment she opened his eyes, she discovered that she was lying in a bamboo room. The arrangement of the bamboo room was simple and exquisite. The tables, stools, and windows were all made from bamboo, showing just how much its owner loved bamboo.

In the middle of the bamboo room, there was a green curtain, and on the curtain, two blurry figures could be seen.

"You're finally awake." Liu Shang worriedly stood beside her and said, "Luckily the white clothed man behind the curtain gave you an technique, otherwise you would have been unconscious for three days and three nights."

"Where is this place?" Su Ziyan asked in a daze.

"This is my unfettered dwelling." A benevolent voice came through the curtain.

Following that, an old man wearing a daoist robe walked over from the other side of the curtain.

"Thank you. Otherwise, if I smell a thousand people getting drunk, I'll stay outside for three days and three nights." Su Ziyan immediately stood up and thanked the old man.

The daoist-robed old man glanced at Su Ziyan in shock and said, "You actually know wine? You actually know that a thousand people are drunk? "

It was only then that Su Ziyan realised that she had misheard her words and repeated Liu Shang's words. How could a teenage girl understand something like spirit wine?

However, he had already misspoken and could only rush the ducks to put on an act.

Su Ziyan gave Liu Shang a meaningful look, and Liu Shang immediately explained the origin of drunk people by her ear.

Su Ziyan calmed her expression, and said in a relaxed manner: "A thousand people getting drunk is different from normal wine, it is brewed from over a thousand different kinds of petals. After three hundred and thirty-three days of tempering, only one bottle out of thousands of flowers' fragrance was produced. The aftereffects of this type of alcohol were extremely strong. Those who could not drink would fall drunk just by smelling it. When you drink it, it's as if you're in a garden. It's mellow and rich in taste, and there's a myriad of changes.

"Grandpa, I wonder what your name is?" "Being able to brew this wine is really amazing." Su Ziyan looked at the daoist-robed old man with a face of worship.

"Little girl, you can just call me Grandpa Xiao Yao." Since you've already woken up, then quickly leave. I don't welcome outsiders here. "

Just as Su Ziyan was about to leave, Liu Shang whispered something into her ear. Of course, Su Ziyan didn't want to listen to her, but Liu Shang blocked her in front of her, so she couldn't go out.

In desperation, Su Ziyan could only bite the bullet and continue: "Just that, Grandpa Xiao Yao, you only used 999 different kinds of flowers to make a thousand people drunk, without the most important one, it can't really be called a thousand people drunk."

"What did you say?" The Daoist Xiao Yao had spent a lot of time and effort to make these thousand people drunk, but who would have thought that a little girl's words would expose the weakness behind it.

He puffed his beard and glared as he said, "Little girl, what do you know? It's not your turn to spout nonsense. "

"Since you said that I'm speaking nonsense, then there's nothing else to say." After Su Ziyan finished speaking, he lifted his feet and walked out the door.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, Daoist Xiao Yao angrily said: "Stop. Come back and finish what you have to say. "

Suddenly, a light laugh came from inside the curtain. It was melodious, like the sound of a bell colliding in the air.

Daoist Xiao Yao gradually calmed down upon hearing this laughter, and Su Ziyan actually felt warm after hearing it. Her previously dizzy state became clear.

The laughter seemed to have a strange magic to it, causing the listener to carefully concentrate.

Su Ziyan looked inside the curtain in shock, but she could not see anything, all she could see was nothingness.

Daoist Xiao Yao looked inside the curtain shamefully, "I never thought that your cultivation would improve again in the short span of a few years, it makes people have a whole new level of respect for you."

"Little girl, I know you're right." Daoist Xiao Yao turned his body and looked at Su Ziyan as he said this, "However, these thousand people had been drinking for more than a thousand years, and there are only 999 types of flowers. Where did the 1,000-type flowers come from?"

"Inheritance doesn't mean it's absolute. I happen to know the thousandth flower. " Su Ziyan slowly said out the words Uncle Liu Shang whispered into her ear.

Daoist Xiao Yao's breathing suddenly became hurried, and he asked with blazing eyes, "What exactly are the thousand kinds of flowers?"

"This, this …" Su Ziyan wanted to say something, but she hesitated. She scolded the detestable Liu Shang a thousand times in his heart, "If Grandpa Xiao Yao can give me a bottle of thousand people drunk, I'll tell you."

Liu Shang had planned this from the beginning, but when he couldn't taste the wine, he felt like he was being pecked by an ant.

Daoist Xiao Yao stroked his beard and fell into deep thought. He had spent a lot of time and effort to brew this Thousand Meddling Hands. From collecting flowers and plants to brewing them, almost two years had passed.

He had just finished brewing it, so he wanted to share it with his close friends. Who knew that this little girl in front of him would want to leave so quickly?

However, he was also a person who pursued perfection. He wanted to refine a true perfection. This was a difficult question.

Daoist Xiao Yao subconsciously looked at the curtain, and the voice came out again.

"Decide what you want to do, don't worry about how I feel."

Daoist Xiao Yao's white brows were knitted together. His hands continuously rubbed the horsetail whisk as if he made a great decision, and said while gnashing his teeth.

"I promise you, as long as you can tell me the name of the last flower for a thousand people getting drunk, I'll give you a bottle of the thousand people I made."

Su Ziyan let out a long sigh of relief as she scolded Liu Shang a thousand times in his heart.

"The last flower of a thousand people is called the Polar Ice Lotus. It grows in the coldest polar region and its entire body is cold. If the Polar Ice Lotus was added to a thousand people, drinking it would bring about a slight chill and a refreshing feeling. This Polar Ice Lotus is also the most important flower to make a thousand people drunk. Only by adding the Polar Ice Lotus can a thousand people get drunk. "

After the Daoist Xiao Yao finished listening to Su Ziyan, not only did his eyebrows not loosen, they creased even more tightly. He had never heard of this kind of flower called the Polar Ice Lotus. One must know that the Daoist Xiao Yao was a Rank 3 Alchemist.

He was very familiar with herbs, and it could be said that he was more familiar with them than anyone else in the palace. No one had ever dared to show off their knowledge of herbs in front of him.

Daoist Xiao Yao let out a cold laugh, "Little miss, how can you lie to me? I've never heard of the flower you're talking about before. Maybe it's just you fooling me, trying to trick the thousand people in my hands into getting drunk. "

Su Ziyan wasn't sure whether or not this flower really existed, but from the look of disdain in's eyes, she knew that Liu Shang was probably speaking the truth.

"But you can't prove that I'm lying. How can you say that I lied to you? I even thought that you, grandpa, didn't want to keep your promise. "

"You …" Daoist Xiao Yao choked on his words. He once again cast a pleading gaze through the curtain.

"This bottle of wine is yours." A green bottle was thrown out from the curtain. This bottle was completely covered in light, making it appear to be quite valuable.

"However, because of this, we cannot say that what this girl said was false. The world is so big that all we know is a very small part of the world. I think there should be some strange flowers and plants growing in this extremely cold climate. If Brother Xiao Yao has the time, why don't I accompany you to explore this extremely cold place? I'll give this bottle of wine to this young lady. "

"Good, good, good." "It's rare for you to get interested in something." Daoist Xiao Yao said three words that showed how happy he was, "Just thinking about how we traveled all over the place and killed demon beasts, makes me happy and happy."

If he could get the man in white clothes out of the curtain, a bottle of wine would be nothing.

When Su Ziyan heard that the person inside the curtain mentioned that they wanted to go to an extremely cold place, he trembled in fear.

In the eyes of cultivators, the Arctic King was an existence akin to a demon. Half of the immortal energy in that place would be suppressed, meaning that it could only display 50% of its strength. Furthermore, demonic beasts could be found in the coldest regions of the world. There were even some Rank 5 demonic beasts. Generally speaking, only very few cultivators who entered this place would be able to make it out alive.