20: What kind of garbage wine is this?

A grand avenue paved with white jade crisscrossed the landscape.

Beside the avenue, pavilions stood in abundance, varied and offering everything one could desire.

Hui Lan and Qin Feng found a restaurant and walked inside.

When seeking information, a restaurant—a place where all sorts of people gathered—was the fastest way to get it.

The fifth floor of the Zui Hong Chen.

About a dozen old Daoists were drinking and chatting merrily.

"Have you heard? It seems a ruthless character just arrived at the city gate."

"He killed a Qingyun Sect Cultivator outright."

"The reason was actually something about entry fees and management fees. It's ridiculous."

One old Daoist took a sip of Thousand-Year Brew and spoke.

"Psh!"

"What ruthless character? I think he's just a fool without eyes."

"Tianyun City is an affiliated city of the Qingyun Sect. Once the Qingyun Sect Young Master arrives, your so-called ruthless character will surely die."

Another old Daoist said dismissively.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"The Qingyun Sect Young Master is an existence that must not be provoked."

"He slew someone in the Wheel Sea Realm in just two moves; his true strength is unfathomable."

At the mention of the Qingyun Sect Young Master, everyone became interested.

After all, he was an absolute Prodigy.

In every street and alley, during tea or after meals, he was essentially the topic of conversation.

Thud, thud, thud!

At that moment, Qin Feng and Hui Lan reached the fifth floor of the Zui Hong Chen, found a random table, and sat down.

The old Daoists all turned to look, but seeing they weren't acquaintances, they continued their gossip.

However, they lowered their voices significantly.

"The news just said it was one big and one small."

"They seemed to be siblings."

"It couldn't be these two, could it?"

One old Daoist glanced at Hui Lan out of the corner of his eye, leaned over the table, and whispered.

"Probably a coincidence!"

"Keep drinking, keep drinking!"

The crowd took a look, shook their heads, and continued drinking the wine in their cups.

"Waiter, bring wine!"

Qin Feng shouted.

He had seen many Wuxia dramas, and that's how they called out in them.

To his surprise, he had guessed correctly; that's how they called out here as well.

"Guest, right away... right away!"

The restaurant Waiter moved in a flash and brought out the Thousand-Year Brew exclusive to the fifth floor.

Each table was limited to one jar.

"Guest, please enjoy."

Setting down the Thousand-Year Brew, the Waiter walked away.

With a pop.

Qin Feng hurriedly opened the wine jar and poured a bowl for himself.

Then, he poured another bowl for Hui Lan.

The aroma of wine wafted everywhere, a faint scent lingering in the air.

The Son of the Emperor was helping pour the wine.

Hui Lan was overwhelmed by the favor and hurriedly said, "That's enough, thank you."

"Xiao Feng, drink less. Secular wine will definitely taste poor."

After speaking, Hui Lan picked up the wine and took a small sip.

If the Son of the Emperor hadn't poured it himself, she wouldn't have drunk such trashy wine.

Gulp...!

Qin Feng didn't think much of it and took a large gulp.

Pfft...!

Instantly, his cheeks turned beet red, and he spat it right out.

The so-called Thousand-Year Brew was simply impossible to swallow.

It was as tasteless as food cooked without salt, completely bland.

Qin Feng, who was used to consuming immortal liquid and divine fruit, felt for the first time that Hui Lan was absolutely right.

"What kind of trash is this?!"

"Can this... even be drunk?"

Qin Feng tossed the bowl aside and spoke in disbelief.

Immediately after, he sealed the wine jar back up.

Out of sight, out of mind!

The dozen or so old Daoists on the fifth floor watched Qin Feng's behavior and heard his arrogant tone.

They felt severely insulted.

The wine in their hands suddenly lost its flavor.

"Little child, trouble comes from the mouth."

"If what we're drinking is trash, then what is it that you drink?"

An old Daoist with a fiery temper set down his wine, glared at Qin Feng, and spoke bluntly.

While speaking, the old Daoist also released a hint of pressure, directing it toward Qin Feng.

Such an arrogant child should be taught a lesson.

Qin Feng didn't even spare him a glance as he shoved the wine jar off the table.

He casually brought out a bowl of immortal liquid.

Gulp!

Then, he took a large gulp to rinse away the previous taste of wine.

"My own immortal liquid still tastes the best."

Qin Feng's brows relaxed as he broke into a smile.

As for the old Daoist's pressure, it was blocked before it could even get close.

"Hmph!"

Hui Lan gave a cold snort, and an invisible soundwave rippled out.

A mere buffoon dared to act against the Son of the Emperor.

So old, yet bullying a child.

How could Hui Lan let him succeed?

The invisible soundwave struck heavily at the old Daoist's heart.

Pfft!

For no apparent reason, the old Daoist felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Fellow Daoist Lv, what... what's wrong?"

The old Daoist at the same table hurriedly supported him and asked.

"Quick, let's go. She's a peerless powerhouse."

Lv Fei's lips twitched as he responded weakly.

Just now, he had wanted to test them and show that brat a thing or two.

Who knew that the brat's sister would severely injure him with just a cold snort?

Moreover, among all the people present, not one saw her method of attack.

There was only one possibility: the opponent's strength far exceeded theirs... by far!

The old Daoist beside Lv Fei frowned deeply.

"Let's go...!"

The old Daoist glanced at Hui Lan, supported the weakened Lv Fei with one hand, and jumped straight down from the fifth floor.

Fellow Daoist Lv was in the Liezhen Realm, yet he could be so quietly and severely injured.

The opponent was definitely not simple.

The other old Daoists had originally wanted to criticize Qin Feng.

But seeing this situation, they all shut their mouths.

Especially when they saw the immortal liquid in Qin Feng's hand, they all began to drool.

A rich scent of peach blossoms permeated the air.

Every drop contained pure Spiritual Qi.

Even the bowl holding the immortal liquid was jade-white.

"Sister Lan, you have some too."

Qin Feng took out a bowl of immortal liquid and handed it to Hui Lan.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Hui Lan sent a voice transmission to Qin Feng.

On the surface, she was the older sister, but in secret, she still had to be polite.

Gulp!

After finishing the bowl, he still wanted more.

Qin Feng took out two more bowls and drank with Hui Lan.

Only his own immortal liquid tasted smooth.

The remaining old Daoists, smelling the aroma of the immortal liquid and watching the two of them drink heartily, could only swallow their saliva.

This was too much.

The Thousand-Year Brew had become trash, and in the blink of an eye, they were drinking authentic immortal liquid.

Such a thing was something one could only hope for but never seek out!

If anyone said these two had no status, they wouldn't believe it for a second.

Thud, thud, thud...!

Unable to watch any longer, they all stood up and walked quickly to the door.

"Fellow Daoists, farewell. Let's meet again if fate permits."

"Until we meet again."

They each cupped their hands in greeting.

Then, they jumped down and slipped away.

In reality, they were changing locations to investigate the background of these two.

With everyone gone, the fifth floor suddenly became quiet.

"Young Master, the Qingyun Sect Cultivators have arrived; they're already at the city gate."

A moment later, Hui Lan smiled slightly, handed two divine fruits to Qin Feng, and continued her voice transmission.

"I haven't even gone to the Qingyun Sect yet, but they've come instead."

"Interesting... interesting!"

"Except for the one named Mo Fan who cannot be killed, for the others, do as you please, Sister Lan."

Qin Feng said very casually.