Chapter 1545: Dragon Mizzle Wine (1/2)

Upon remembering his Dragon Shark Flying Ship, Huang Xiaolong’s unease reduced slightly. If they travel with the Dragon Shark Flying Ship, it would only take a month or two at the most.

Another day passed.

With Feng Yaozhong leading in front, Huang Xiaolong finally reached where the Barbaric Wind Tribe lived.

As Feng Yaozhong’s home was located in one of the five biggest Barbarians’ settlements, it was bustling and noisy all the time—noisier and busier than Huang Xiaolong had imagined.

Though they were called settlements, in truth, it looked more like a cluster of old cities. Small old cities, less than one-tenth the size of the Brimming Snow City, where Huang Xiaolong had once stayed. The walls showed the vicissitudes of time. Clearly, these walls had seen a lot.

Feng Yaozhong led Huang Xiaolong, Jiang Hong, and the rest into one of the cities.

“Big Brother Feng!”

“Yaozhong!”

“Uncle Yaozhong!”

Once they were inside the city, shouts of greetings to Feng Yaozhong could be heard from all around. It looks like Feng Yaozhong was quite popular in this city.

The Barbarians, who were passing by them, stole glances at Huang Xiaolong’s group, but none of them showed surprise. As Feng Yaozhong had said, outsiders often visited this space from time to time. Gradually, seeing outsiders had become a norm for them.

Huang Xiaolong noticed that the average strengths of these Barbarians was quite high, the majority of them were Ancestor God Realm masters, with a very few Ancient God Realm. He saw a few children who already had the cultivation of Heavenly God Realm.

Huang Xiaolong also spotted one or two high-level God King Realm masters like Feng Yaozhong on the streets.

However, Huang Xiaolong did not see any Heavenly Monarch Realm masters since following Feng Yaozhong into the city, even though they had been walking for more than an hour.

Feng Yaozhong introduced the surroundings and the Barbarians’ daily lives to Huang Xiaolong’s group as they walked through the city.

The city they were in belonged to the Barbarian Wind Tribe, and it was also one of the biggest cities around, and one of their Barbarians’ favorite hobbies was drinking a kind of wine named Dragon Mizzle Wine.

The Dragon Mizzle Wine was made using various herbs and water from the dragon rain unique to their space.

“The Dragon Mizzle Wine has a wonderful aroma, containing an aura unique to the dragon clan. It’s fantastic! Drinking it not only enhances your strength, tempers your physical body, but it also nourishes the soul.” Feng Yaozhong passionately introduced the wine to Huang Xiaolong’s group, smacking his lips a few times as if he was remembering the taste of the Dragon Mizzle Wine.

“Unfortunately, the wine costs an arm and a leg.” Feng Yaozhong shook his head in pity as he went on, “Even if I take out all of my grade-seven spirit stones savings from the last couple of years, I still can’t afford to buy a small jug of it.”

The inhabitants of this space also use spirit stones as currency.

“How much does one Dragon Mizzle Wine cost?” Huang Xiaolong asked curiously.

Feng Yaozhong extended out his palm in front of Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong took a guess, “Fifty thousand low grade-seven spirit stones?”

Feng Yaozhong blanked stupidly by Huang Xiaolong’s guess, chuckling awkwardly as he said, “What fifty thousand? You think the Dragon Mizzle Wine is a chaos spiritual pill? It’s five hundred low grade-seven spirit spirit stones! Though it’s merely five hundred low grade-seven spirit stones, I need to save for a good several years. If it were to cost fifty thousand low grade-seven spirit stones, I wouldn’t be able to save enough throughout my entire life even to buy one small jug.”

… Five hundred? Huang Xiaolong, Jiang Hong, and the others felt a wave of speechlessness.

Five hundred low grade-seven spirit stones is considered expensive?

“Your world outside this space is full of spiritual energy, but here, spiritual energy is scarce, therefore, five hundred low grade-seven spirit stones is expensive for us.” Feng Yaozhong watched the expressions on the faces of Huang Xiaolong’s group and explained, “The spiritual veins and spiritual stones in this space reduce after every piece is used. It takes tens and thousands of years for spiritual veins to form!”

Huang Xiaolong nodded his head in agreement.

“Is there a place that sells Dragon Mizzle Wine in this city?” The little cow asked Feng Yaozhong with sparkling eyes.