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As the wine entered my throat, it was indeed as the woman had described—sweet and mellow, like the finest honey. It slid down my esophagus into my stomach, bringing a warm and comforting sensation.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths... Instead of having his bones broken or bleeding from his seven orifices, Wang Meng let out a long sigh of relief, his face showing an expression of lingering enjoyment after tasting the finest wine.
He even stuck out his tongue and slowly licked away a drop of dark gold liquid that remained on his lips.
"tasty."
He handed the empty conch shell cup back to the Miao woman, who was already dumbfounded and pale-faced, and said calmly, "It's just that the alcohol is a bit too weak."
They don't even have the right to let me see 'illusory glory'.
The woman held the empty cup, her large, watery eyes filled with shock and confusion for the first time.
She grew up in the Five Poisons Sect and knew the domineering nature of "Drunken Life and Dreamlike Death" well. Even the fierce tigers and giant elephants in the mountains could not last more than three breaths after drinking it.
But this man in front of me... he actually...
"Go!"
Wang Meng waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly, and said, "Tell your master that this first 'pledge of allegiance' is too weak."
The woman trembled and dared not say another word. She quickly grabbed her wine glass and stumbled back into the courtyard.
Not long after, the Miao woman came out again.
This time, her expression had changed from initial infatuation to utter awe. She held in her hands a blood-red agate cup.
The glass was half-filled with a blood-red liquid, as viscous as freshly drawn blood, with tiny, sweet-smelling bubbles rising to the surface.
"Son..."
The woman's voice trembled, "The master said that since 'drunkenness and debauchery' cannot bewitch the young master's heart, then please try this cup of 'Red Phoenix Calamity'."
She dared not look Wang Meng in the eye, and said with her head down, "This wine is made by burying the blood of ninety-nine pairs of lovesick men and women together with acacia flowers and aphrodisiac fruits in the most yang place and refining it with earth fire for forty-nine days."
Drinking it will not kill you, but it will unleash the most powerful force in the world.
Those who are affected... will become indistinguishable from humans and animals, men and women, until their vital essence is exhausted, and they are reduced to a mere physical body.
After hearing this, Wang Meng burst into laughter.
He took the cup of "Red Phoenix Calamity," his eyes filled with aggression as he looked at the viscous, blood-red liquid inside.
"Trigger?"
He suddenly turned his head, his gaze like lightning, shooting straight into the depths of the courtyard, and said loudly, "Is this a special gift to add to the excitement, in case Wang is not strong enough?"
Mr. Wang appreciates this gesture!
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp!
This time, an extremely hot stream of air suddenly surged from his dantian and instantly flowed throughout his limbs and bones!
That surge of heat was incredibly powerful, rushing directly towards him.
Almost instantly, his long spear, which was bound by his clothes, rose up fiercely with astonishing speed, swelled and hardened, and was full of explosive power, making a terrifying and magnificent tent in his crotch!
A primal and violent urge to pierce and ravage everything in front of him surged straight to the top of his head!
However, Wang Meng's eyes remained clear.
Good wine!
Wang Meng threw the cup to the ground.
The domineering power of the Red Phoenix Calamity wine exploded, transforming into a scorching fire dragon that rushed straight to his lower abdomen, causing his body to tremble and his robes to bulge in an astonishing arc.
His eyes were bloodshot, but his mind grew increasingly cold.
The Heavenly Wrath True Qi, like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, forcefully locked down and refined the raging energy.
Finally, a wisp of extremely condensed crimson poison essence was drawn into the dantian by true qi, hidden at the root of the yang meridian, and transformed into a deadly weapon that was drawn but not yet unleashed.
His gaze was like lightning, piercing straight into the depths of the inner courtyard, and he shouted loudly, "Is there anything else?"
Bring them all here!
The Miao woman was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost knelt down.
She had never seen anyone who could remain conscious after drinking the "Red Phoenix Calamity"!
When she went in for the third time and came out, she was holding a bowl made of a skull.
The bowl contained a crystal-clear liquid, colorless and odorless, yet it exuded a chilling aura that could freeze one to the bone.
“This…this is ‘Sorrow of the River of Oblivion’.”
The Miao woman's voice was already choked with sobs, "If you drink this wine, you will... you will see the things you fear and regret most in your heart, lose your mind, and your soul will leave your body... My master said... my master said that if you dare to drink this wine, she... she will come out to meet you in person."
Looking at the bowl of clear liquid, a hint of seriousness finally flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.
The clear wine, like a pool of autumn water, lay quietly in the yellowed skull bowl with fine bone cracks, reflecting his angular face.
But the seriousness on his face was only fleeting.
A moment later, he slowly picked up the bone bowl. As soon as he touched it, a chilling aura crept up his fingertips and into his meridians, making his soul tremble.
Wang Meng, however, seemed oblivious, simply looking down at his reflection in the bowl and scoffing.
"fear?
remorse?"
"In his entire life, Wang only regrets that he has not killed enough people and that he has not had enough women to please him!"
My life's pleasures lie in repaying kindness and settling scores; what is there to fear?
"If you act recklessly, what regret will you have?"
Before he finished speaking, he had already tilted his head back and poured out the bowl of "Forgetful River Sorrow," a drink that could cause even gods and Buddhas to be consumed by demons and Arhats to lose their spiritual resolve.
I downed it in one gulp! The liquor went down my throat, completely different from the sweetness and heat of the previous two glasses. It was an extreme, pure, icy coldness.
In an instant, a bone-chilling cold, like the fiercest gale in the dead of winter, exploded from Wang Meng's stomach, but instead of harming his body, it transformed into countless invisible ice needles.
boom!
Countless illusions, like a flood bursting its banks, roared and surged through his mind.
Each scene, each incident, represents his most triumphant and most ruthless past.
However, Wang Meng merely snorted coldly in his heart.
This time, however, he did not fully utilize his Heavenly Wrath True Qi to forcibly dispel these illusions. Because another force within him—the primal, ferocious masculinity born from the "Red Phoenix Calamity" and already materialized—burned even more fiercely under the biting chill!
Ice and fire, two extreme forces, unfolded a silent yet far more dangerous struggle within his meridians than any sword fight!
Wang Meng's body was like a piece of cold iron that had been repeatedly tempered, sometimes burning hot like a brand, sometimes freezing cold to the bone.
Beneath his skin, veins and blood vessels bulged alternately, half of his skin a strange crimson, the other half a deathly pale blue.
The sinister power of "Forgetful River Sorrow" attempted to freeze the overwhelming desires that had surged within him due to the "Red Phoenix Calamity".
But the violent one, in turn, burns away everything in its path, scorching the endless regret and fear that have invaded the sea of consciousness.
In the end, these two rare and deadly poisons, which were not tolerated by the world, seemed to have found their destined fate and collided with each other!
There was no earth-shattering sound, only a momentary, deathly silence that vanished into nothingness.
Ice and fire, in their most extreme collision, perish together.
They canceled each other out, turning into a wisp of smoke that vanished without a trace.
Wang Meng let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently.
The sturdy spear did not soften.
The bloodshot eyes and illusions in his eyes faded away, restoring a deep clarity.
He neutralized all three cups of poisoned wine in such a domineering way!
Wang Meng immediately understood.
He let out a cold laugh.
"Blue Phoenix!"
His voice, like a rolling thunderclap, resounded throughout the entire Ecstasy Cave: "I've had enough of your little tricks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a silvery, charming laugh, full of extreme allure, came from the pavilion in the inner courtyard.
"Young Master Wang...you're in such a hurry..."
The fiery red figure, like a burning maple leaf, drifted down lightly.
The newcomer was dressed in a fiery red Miao ethnic outfit. She had a graceful figure and a waist so slender it seemed as if it could be snapped in two. Her breasts, however, stretched her clothes so much that they swelled and trembled slightly with her landing, creating a breathtaking curve.
Her skin, under the moonlight, had a warm, ivory-like sheen, creating a striking visual contrast with her fiery red attire.
Her long, jet-black hair was not styled into the elaborate braids commonly seen on Miao women, but rather cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with only a few small silver bells tied at the ends.
She was barefoot, and on each of her snow-white ankles hung a thin silver chain, from which hung several silver bells.
As she moved gracefully towards Wang Meng, the entire courtyard echoed with the clear, arousing sound of her tinkling bells.
She is none other than the owner of this enchanting cave—Blue Phoenix.
A languid yet alluring smile graced her face, and her captivating phoenix eyes, brimming with moisture, openly scrutinized Wang Meng from head to toe.
Finally, that bold gaze landed on his imposing spear, its outline terrifying, strained against his clothes.
"Giggle..."
She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a laugh more alluring than any other. "It seems that my second cup of wine is just right for you, young master."
Look how well you've kept your precious spear, young master, so spirited and imposing!
Wang Meng narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.
He didn't speak, but simply watched the woman approach slowly, like a master hunter.
Lan Fenghuang stopped three steps away from him. A strange, sweet fragrance, a blend of virginal allure and the scent of a hundred flowers, emanated from her and lingered around Wang Meng's nose.
"Young master, do you know why I asked you to drink these three cups of wine?"