Chapter 465 - 269: The Malicious Eagle King, Wang Xuan Shakes the Li Family! (Part 3)

Outside a small courtyard, the old man paused in his steps.

"I understand Yao’Er’s intentions, you go and tell Yao’Er."

Li Linfeng heard this but didn’t move, instead he blocked the old man’s path, his eyes burning as he spoke, "Third Uncle, the wine Yao’Er brought back this time... is truly extraordinary!"

"Extraordinary?!"

The old man’s cloudy eyes widened slightly; their branch, as the Li Family branch in Qingzhou, had ancestral cultivation techniques related to wine. Wine could assist in cultivation and even breakthroughs.

Because of this, their branch had always valued winemaking, and the Drunken Moon Brew also came from their Li Family. However, ever since that incident, the Drunken Moon Brew lost its former glory.

Moreover, even if the Drunken Moon Brew were still around, it would hardly work for him. To truly help himself, he needed to find another wine, different from Drunken Moon Brew but not inferior to it, to further assist him in his quest.

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

This time it was the old man asking in disbelief, and with Li Linfeng’s affirmative answer, the old man’s eyes brightened, and a terrifying aura flashed and disappeared around him.

"What are you waiting for, hurry, hurry and take me to see the wine, I must see what kind of wine deserves such a high praise from Linfeng."

The two entered the courtyard, a figure in blue clothing greeted them with a sparrow-like jump.

"Third Grandfather, Yao’Er has been waiting eagerly for you to come home."

"Yao’Er, Grandfather has missed you greatly... let’s not talk much, where’s the wine?"

"I see Grandfather is interested in the wine first."

"Hehe."

The old man chuckled, while Li Yao rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. Nonetheless, she didn’t keep them in suspense and promptly took out a single jar of wine. Seeing only one jar, the old man’s eyes dimmed slightly.

But considering the difficulty of finding wine not inferior to the Drunken Moon Brew, the old man recalled how this pair of siblings left home not long ago; surely they went in search for this wine for him, which must have been no easy feat.

"Third Grandfather, please!"

As Li Yao broke open the wine jar, the aroma immediately erupted like a white flood dragon, filling the room with a powerful scent the old man had never experienced.

"Such a potent aroma... quickly, quickly pour me a bowl to taste, no, just half a bowl will do."

The old man’s eyes were fixed on the jar of wine, urging Li Yao to pour it. As she tilted the jar, the wine was far clearer than ordinary wine, almost akin to pure water, causing her eyes to sparkle.

"So clear?!"

The old man hurriedly picked up the wine bowl and took a sip. The wine entered his throat like swallowing a blade of fire, then flowed down and exploded within his body, instantly transforming into a wave of warmth.

"Truly extraordinary... truly good wine!"

The old man’s eyes shone brightly, his bony fingers trembled slightly, as if savoring the intense burning sensation of that single sip.

In his youth, he had traveled through many states, tasting innumerable fine wines, but never one as fiery as this. The wine entered his throat, transforming into a surging stream of warmth, rushing towards his Dantian, even stirring his long-dormant cultivation.

"Boom—"

Momentarily losing focus, a powerful aura, interwoven with both scorching and chilling energies, uncontrollably spread out; the mere leak of a thread left Li Yao, the Seventh-Grade Daoist Cultivator nearby, breathless, her face white, unable to breathe.

"Third Uncle!"

Fortunately, Li Linfeng’s quick reflexes placed his palm on his daughter’s shoulder, using his rolling Spiritual Qi to form a barrier, shielding Li Yao and isolating the ancestor’s aura.

"This wine... truly benefits me."

The old man looked at the wine jar on the table with yearning, but as soon as hope arose in his eyes, it transformed into a reluctant resignation. How could a mere jar of wine remedy the old wounds from early years? How could it help him break through that insurmountable bottleneck?

Ultimately, the myriad emotions in his heart turned into an undefinable, lingering sigh.

"What a pity that such a mere jar is ultimately a drop in the ocean!"