66: Chapter 66 Purple Flame Burning Heart Wine

Last year there were over four thousand catties remaining, plus this year's fifteen thousand catties, totaling less than twenty thousand catties. Exchanged for golden jade marrow, it surprisingly amounted to only twenty catties.

"Not selling, not selling, not selling even one catty."

Zhao Mo quickened the movements of his hands. Just kidding, he still wanted to awaken the sentience of Iron Shovel; wouldn't it be wonderful if it could dig the ground itself? How could he sell these golden marrow fruit?

"That is truly a pity," Cheng Xiao said regretfully.

Just as Zhao Mo finished storing the golden marrow fruit, Tong Weiping quietly ran over and whispered, "Our golden marrow fruit yield per mu is only about three hundred and fifty catties. Junior Brother Zhao, what method did you use to increase production?"

The other Nascent Soul True Lords in the great hall also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what method Zhao Mo used.

Hearing this question, Zhao Mo was also stunned.

As soon as he finished harvesting the golden marrow fruit, he weighed it and then went into seclusion. It was only while debating with Yang Yangyang that he remembered that the golden marrow fruit harvested this year seemed to be much more than last year.

So, what was different about the golden marrow fruit planted this year compared to last year?

Could it be?

Zhao Mo's eyes lit up.

The other Nascent Soul True Lords also moved a little closer.

"I just ground the Three-Colored Deer skeletons piled by the spirit field into bone meal, mixed it with my cow's excrement, and composted it."

"Holy crap~"

Hearing "excrement," someone among the group of Nascent Soul True Lords finally couldn't hold it in and cursed.

You are a Golden Core True Person, yet for the sake of golden marrow fruit, you were actually willing to handle excrement?

Thinking again of the Three-Colored Deer skeletons, everyone shrank their heads back. If they provoked that group of women, they would either die or at least lose a layer of skin.

It wasn't that these Nascent Soul True Lords hadn't thought of fertilizing the spirit field; it was because the spirit field was formed by the leaking and nourishing of Spiritual Qi from a Spiritual Vein. The spirit field already contained Spiritual Qi, so wouldn't fertilizing it be redundant?

"Junior Brother Zhao's action..." "Truly..."

Tong Weiping felt at a loss for words. Anyway, he couldn't do such a crazy thing, but it was also possible that because Zhao Mo had this kind of fanatical spirit, he was able to cultivate hybrid spirit rice and golden marrow fruit.

If Zhao Mo knew Tong Weiping's thoughts, he would definitely say he was overthinking it. As a child who grew up in the countryside on Blue Star, making his own compost was very normal.

"Today, everyone is gathered here, and with the bumper harvest of golden marrow fruit, from now on we no longer have to endure the nonsense from the Iron Sword Sect. This calls for a celebration!"

Tong Weiping hurriedly changed the subject.

They couldn't keep talking about excrement; it was truly beneath the dignity of Nascent Soul True Lords.

As for how many people secretly noted it down, that was not something he could control.

"Yes, we must celebrate properly."

"It is also your good fortune. The Jade Exquisite Fruit in my fourth-grade spirit field has just ripened this year, so it is the perfect time to host a spirit fruit banquet."

Tong Weiping was bleeding money again.

"Good, good, good! Jade Exquisite Fruit—three years to become a tree, three years to flower, three years to bear fruit, and three years to ripen. In twelve years, you only get one thousand two hundred and ninety-six fruits. You are actually willing to bring them out to entertain us?"

"Then I cannot be stingy either. Today, the Purple Flame Heart-Burning Wine will be unlimited."

Cheng Xiao spoke immediately after Tong Weiping.

The two of them, one is the Peak Master of Spirit Plant Peak and the other is the Peak Master of Artifact Refining Peak. Since the two big bosses were treating, everyone else just needed to eat and drink.

This naturally included Zhao Mo.

"Come, come, Junior Brother Zhao, sit here."

Zhao Mo originally intended to just find a seat in the great hall, but Li Feng insisted on pulling him to sit at the cloud table at the very front.

"Senior Brother Li, isn't it inappropriate for me, a Golden Core True Person, to sit here?"

Li Feng said irritably, "Now you know you are a Golden Core True Person?"

"You weren't this timid toward the people from the Iron Sword Sect earlier!"

"If you don't sit here, where are you going to sit?"

"Look for yourself~"

Zhao Mo looked up and saw that the great hall was filled with Nascent Soul Stage True Lords; he was the only Golden Core True Person.

"Damn, when did I end up mingling with the Nascent Soul crowd?" Zhao Mo said, realizing it only now.

"Sit down. We are all our own people, don't be polite."

"Today you are truly in for a treat."

Li Feng leaned back in the cloud chair.

While speaking, a team of female Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage came forward, carrying trays.

"golden marrow fruit. Junior Brother Zhao deserves the primary credit. Please~"

Tong Weiping personally took the jade tray from the female Cultivator and brought it to Zhao Mo.

He lifted the red cloth on the tray, revealing a jade-green fruit the size of a basketball.

"Many thanks, Senior Brother Tong."

Zhao Mo didn't know how to eat it, so after thanking him, he waited to join the others.

After all the Nascent Soul True Lords had their share of Jade Exquisite Fruit, Cheng Xiao clapped his hands.

"Everyone, please!"

A purple-gold pot appeared out of thin air on every table.

"Wow, using purple-gold to make a wine pot. This Peak Master Cheng is truly rich," Zhao Mo thought to himself.

"Come, let us drink together!"

Zhao Mo didn't know what grade of spirit wine this Purple Flame Heart-Burning Wine was, but one sip nearly sent him to his grave.

"Oh my goodness."

Zhao Mo opened his mouth; he felt like he could breathe fire right now.

First it was spicy, then it was scalding—a piercing kind of scalding.

"Close your mouth and silently circulate your magic power through your internal organs."

"This Purple Flame Heart-Burning Wine is a second-grade spirit wine as famous as nascent soul drunk. Don't waste it." Li Feng took a small sip of wine from the side, closed his eyes, shook his head, and spoke to Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo looked at his wine cup. At some point, purple flames had ignited on the surface of the wine in the cup.

He reached out to test it and felt not a shred of heat.

"Once the purple flame burns out, this spirit wine is ruined."

"Come, come, drink quickly~"

Li Feng held his wine cup and said to Zhao Mo.

Zhao Mo had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink a little more.

Then, following Li Feng's instructions, he circulated his magic power through his internal organs.

When the Purple Flame Heart-Burning Wine reached his stomach and encountered the magic power inside Zhao Mo's body, it instantly ignited.

That burning sensation made Zhao Mo almost groan.

"Refreshing!"

"Come, bottoms up!"

This time, without Li Feng having to say anything, Zhao Mo directly filled a cup and downed it in one gulp.

"Wait, that's not how you drink this wine!"

Li Feng couldn't react in time; Zhao Mo's large cup of Purple Flame Heart-Burning Wine was already in his stomach.

"What did you say?"

Because of the burning magic power, Zhao Mo's face was now flushed red.

"Nothing, nothing. It's been a few days, and not only has Junior Brother Zhao's cultivation increased significantly, but your alcohol tolerance has also increased significantly. I admire you, I admire you; you are truly a god of wine." Li Feng praised.

Little did he know, before his voice had even faded, Zhao Mo had already fallen backward.

"You~"

"Damn it, Sword Maniac, didn't I tell you to watch over Junior Brother Zhao?"

"How did you let him get drunk again?"

Tong Weiping glared at Li Feng and complained.

"He..." "I..."

Li Feng wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn't expect Zhao Mo to be such a weakling; he was already at the fourth level of Golden Core cultivation, yet he was still a two-cup lightweight. Where could he go to reason about this?

...

"Hmm?" "What is this place?" "Where am I?"

Zhao Mo, regaining consciousness in the darkness, asked two questions in succession.

Oh, right, I was at Spiritual Plant Peak drinking with many Nascent Soul True Lords.

What was it called? A spirit fruit banquet, Jade Exquisite Fruit?

Zhao Mo remembered that large jade-green fruit.

fourth-grade spirit field, grown over twelve years.

It was a pity he didn't taste much of it before he got drunk and passed out.

Then where is this?

Zhao Mo felt it looked familiar, and after a long while, his brain finally reacted: this was his own Leisurely Residence.

Looking again at the familiar figure by his bedside.

"Hmm? Ding Xin?"

"Damn, I woke up too fast. I'll sleep a bit more."