Chapter 694 - 695: A Great Fortune in Life

Chapter 694: Chapter 695: A Great Fortune in Life

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, this is the Chunnuan."

Cui Hao didn’t have time to deal with Qinghe the traitor first—he needed to regain control of the conversation.

He carefully placed the small bottle of Chunnuan on the table, then said slowly:

"Don’t mind that it’s just a small bottle. This stuff is truly beyond words in its preciousness."

Zheng Zhaoling showed some surprise—she hadn’t expected Cui Hao to actually get the Chunnuan. She had thought he was just bluffing.

"I understand. The Chunnuan can’t be measured by preciousness alone." Zheng Zhaoling looked at the talisman sealed on the bottle, recognizing its value at a glance. "Besides Senior Bai, the Chunnuan is the second most famous thing at Tianyan Sect."

"Tianyan Sect has never sold it, and rarely lets outsiders taste it."

"Today, I suppose I can only taste it thanks to you, fellow daoist."

Qinghe also squeezed over, his eyes fixed tightly on the Chunnuan on the table:

"Stop chatting. Let each have a cup to taste first, then talk."

Cui Hao didn’t respond, instead looking at Zheng Zhaoling—since it was a gift, the Chunnuan actually belonged to Zheng Zhaoling now, and whether Qinghe drank it was no longer his decision.

Zheng Zhaoling nodded gently:

"Each gets a cup. As for San Dong... it’s better if she drinks less."

San Dong hadn’t finished accompanying the fruit-eating yet. Hearing this, she looked at Zheng Zhaoling with rather joyful eyes.

She had never had Chunnuan, but she had drunk wine before—ordinary wine, they said.

Although it was a bit bitter and unpleasant at first, after a couple more sips it tasted good, and then she felt quite happy, although her memories would get a bit jumbled.

But everyone was also very tacit about not letting her drink much.

Now there was wine to drink, and it was the top wine everyone talked about.

If possible, San Dong naturally wanted to drink it—even a little was fine.

Cui Hao didn’t pour it himself, instead gently pushing the Chunnuan toward Zheng Zhaoling.

Zheng Zhaoling naturally understood Cui Hao’s meaning—the Chunnuan belonged to her, and the favor of sharing it should also go to her.

It had to be said, Cui Hao still had his details right.

Zheng Zhaoling’s lips curved into a smile, but she didn’t decline. She reached out, pinched the talisman on the bottle, and tore it open.

The Chunnuan’s fragrance didn’t burst out—it was extremely mellow, yet slightly light, drifting out slowly.

Qinghe took a deep breath, his eyes growing even brighter. He already had a cup in hand, waiting.

Zheng Zhaoling wasn’t stingy either. Even knowing this was likely the last time she’d drink Chunnuan, she still poured Qinghe a full cup and San Dong half a cup.

She and Cui Hao each got one cup.

Qinghe had never had a full cup of Chunnuan to himself. He happily sipped and sipped, reluctant to finish it.

Zheng Zhaoling lifted her cup, lightly smelled it, then took a small sip. A sigh rose in her heart—as expected, in the cultivation world, nothing with a great reputation is empty.

It was hard to accurately describe the taste. This wine seemed to be more about its lingering charm.

This wine didn’t require a connoisseur to appreciate. Even someone who knew nothing about wine could most directly understand its meaning.

Spring breeze, gentle warmth—all blended into it, transforming into a faint comfort.

Not intense, as if stopping just at the right point.

But it was precisely this stopping at the right point that made it even more comfortable.

Stopping at the right point... this was truly an extremely difficult thing.

Zheng Zhaoling felt the Chunnuan travel down her throat, then transform into a warm thread of spiritual energy that nourished her entire body.

Chunnuan—true to its name.

"Good wine." Zheng Zhaoling praised from the heart.

Cui Hao raised his cup: "I’m glad you like it, fellow daoist."

Zheng Zhaoling smiled, clinked cups, and drank hers in one gulp.

Cui Hao also drank his in one gulp, comfortably narrowing his eyes.

Although his master often promised Xu Jin and Daoist Yuyang that Chunnuan was unlimited, in reality it was just a small bottle, sipped bit by bit over an entire afternoon.

Everyone knew real Chunnuan was extremely rare. Lu Xuan treated the remaining Chunnuan like a sect treasure—asking for Chunnuan was no different from asking for half of Lu Xuan’s life.

Cui Hao had also crashed his master’s drinking sessions before, but drank very little.

Always just sipping bit by bit. Drinking boldly in one gulp like this was truly his first time.

The Chunnuan went down his throat, the wine’s warmth gently surging—not stimulating at all, but like a massage flowing to his head.

Zheng Zhaoling didn’t stop, nor did she say any nonsense. She simply drank the Chunnuan, sharing the Chunnuan.

Seeing this, Qinghe also downed a cup, then went to Zheng Zhaoling for more.

With a small bottle, under Qinghe’s repeated requests, he managed to get a full three cups.

Zheng Zhaoling had five cups. Cui Hao had refused, but Zheng Zhaoling still poured him four.

San Dong passed out after half a cup, already drunk on the table with a full smile.

Chunnuan was spiritual wine, and San Dong’s cultivation was ultimately still too low.

A small bottle of wine, and it was completely empty—nothing left to pour.

Zheng Zhaoling was also immersed in the Chunnuan’s warmth, not using spiritual energy to dispel it. Her face was slightly flushed.

The wine was finished.

Qinghe satisfiedly held her cup, then looked at Zheng Zhaoling warily, as if she had never been turned by Zheng Zhaoling, while also giving Cui Hao a look.

Although she couldn’t read the look, Cui Hao understood his own look just fine—I was just bluffing her into drinking Chunnuan. Now that I’ve gotten my fill, I’m definitely still on your side.

Cui Hao nodded with a smile, as if accepting Qinghe’s explanation.

Seeing this, Qinghe was pleased in her heart—doesn’t this mean I can get another meal from Cui Hao?

Unfortunately, Qinghe hadn’t truly understood Cui Hao’s look and smile.

Even Li Xingtian could read Cui Hao’s look—this isn’t over! There’ll be a chance to settle accounts!

Zheng Zhaoling slowly exhaled, not caring about the two exchanging looks.

She smiled and said: "Thank you, fellow daoist."

Cui Hao replied: "As long as you’re satisfied, fellow daoist."

"Since your master has matters and can’t see me, I’ve seen him now." Zheng Zhaoling’s gaze drifted leisurely to Cui Hao. "I hope you can pass a message to your master."

Cui Hao’s expression grew serious: "I will definitely deliver it."

Zheng Zhaoling’s expression turned cold, her tone equally icy:

"Yunmeng Pavilion doesn’t like this kind of joke. Please tell your master not to make these jokes again."

"Since you accept heaven’s mandate, your actions should be open and aboveboard, not playing tricks."

After finishing, Zheng Zhaoling’s expression softened again:

"Although Yunmeng Pavilion rarely appears in the world, we will still fulfill the eighteen immortal sects’ agreement. If your master has time, he’s also welcome to visit Yunmeng Pavilion for exchanges."

With that, Zheng Zhaoling stood up:

"Thank you for the Chunnuan hospitality today, Fellow Daoist Cui. I won’t overstay."

Cui Hao watched Zheng Zhaoling turn to leave, showing no intention of settling accounts with him. After a moment of surprise, he still spoke:

"Fellow daoist... about the Northern Julu Continent matter..."

Zheng Zhaoling stopped, looking back at Cui Hao, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile:

"You did what I wanted to do. There are things that shouldn’t be blamed on you—why would I blame you?"

"Do you take me for a petty person who, after suffering some loss, has to get it back from you?"

"After all, that sentence you said—that we are like-minded people—I still acknowledge it."

"So even if today you hadn’t treated me to Chunnuan, I would still have drunk with you."

"Fellow daoist, the world is full of heavenly prodigies, but I am still among the very top."

"Don’t underestimate me. That would be the real insult."

"Today you treated me to Chunnuan. If you have the chance to visit Yunmeng Pavilion another day, I’ll treat you to Yunmeng Liusu."

"It can’t compare to Chunnuan, but it’s not far off."

"Fellow daoist."

Zheng Zhaoling turned, waving her hand. A gust of wind lifted her long hair, her heroic figure departing freely, her tone bright:

"Until we meet again."

Cui Hao watched Zheng Zhaoling transform into a streak of light and fly away, leaving only those words—until we meet again.

He smiled with relief.

In this vast world, there are naturally like-minded people.

To meet them.

Is a great fortune in life.

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