Chapter 482 - Chapter 482: Chapter 474 Scorpion Spirit and Wild Fruit_1 (2/2)

That is also the main reason why sour wine was seldom sold in the market.

Qin Niu took a sip of the sour wine and quickly felt a very unique energy slowly surge into his limbs and bones. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that the power of the Everlasting Spring Technique and Medicine King Sutra had both gained some growth.

After combining with this special energy, they became more refined.

“Good wine!”

Qin Niu could not help but praise it, lifted the bowl, and drank the remaining sour wine in a few gulps.

“Master Qin, please drink slowly. The sour wine I brew is different from what others make, it’s very refreshing to drink, but it has a strong aftereffect.”

Now that Liu Shengli had tied his prospects to Qin Niu, he naturally tried his best to please him.

“Oh, is your brewing method different from others?”

Qin Niu asked deliberately.

The sour wine was very beneficial to him, so he could ask Liu Shengli to specially brew some for him in the future.

Power gained from cultivation normally requires repeated tempering to become increasingly refined. This process is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and extremely slow.

Now it seemed he had found a shortcut.

Little Shuangfeng Village really was full of hidden opportunities everywhere.

Qin Niu realized that he had lived in Shuangfeng Village for more than a decade, growing up here, yet he knew nothing about it.

Perhaps what he could see before were only the superficial aspects of people and events.

Previously, the chance of him getting to drink the sour wine brewed by Liu Shengli was almost impossible.

Liu Shengli was a very opportunistic man, would not reveal the wine to Qin Niu without seeing any great utility in it.

“The method of brewing sour wine is the same, there’s nothing special about it.”

Liu Shengli’s eyes flickered, he leaned in close to Qin Niu’s ear, and continued in a low voice, “To tell you the truth, I accidentally found a very special fruit tree while chopping wood in the mountains. There was a scorpion spirit as big as a calf guarding it, and its fruits only mature in deep autumn.

I always try to distract the scorpion spirit and then hurriedly pick some fruits before quickly fleeing for my life.

This sour wine, after being drunk, is greatly nourishing, and I usually can’t bear to let anyone drink it.

If you like it, this jar is for you. From now on, I hope for your greater support and care.”

The fruit used for brewing was something Liu Shengli risked his life to pick.

No wonder he treasured it like a gem.

When Qin Niu heard Liu Shengli mention a scorpion spirit the size of a calf, he perked up.

Fire Phoenix had also told him about a scorpion spirit lurking in this area, but could the one Liu Shengli mentioned be the same one Fire Phoenix had referred to?

“Don’t worry, as long as you work diligently for me, benefits will surely come your way. Do you have any of those fruits on hand?”

Qin Niu asked.

He wanted to see what kind of fruit it was.

Liu Shengli might not recognize some special herbs and spirit fruits, but Qin Niu had specifically studied them and might be able to identify them.

“The size of the fruit is about as big as a pellet, with ten to twenty on a string, and the color is dark purple. They are green before they ripen. Once picked, they cannot be left out, and must be used to brew wine on the same day. The first time I picked some, I worried they might be poisonous and didn’t dare to eat them, so I thought to try feeding one or two to the chickens and ducks at home first. After a couple of days, when they were still well, then I’d try them myself.

To my surprise, the next day, all the fruits had turned into yellow liquid.

When I saw that the chickens that ate the fruits not only didn’t die but grew stronger and more robust than the other chickens, I knew the fruits must be something good.

The following year, I picked some and was worried it might be too nourishing, so I didn’t dare to eat too many. After eating two, I felt overwhelmed.”

As Liu Shengli spoke, he instinctively glanced at his wife.

His wife’s face was red, and she was looking down.

It seems that after Liu Shengli ate those wild fruits, he had not spared her from his vigor.

“At that time, I thought I still had over thirty wild fruits left, which couldn’t be eaten all at once. Wouldn’t that be a waste? These were fruits I risked being eaten by the scorpion spirit to pick. So, I had a flash of inspiration and decided to use them to brew sour wine.”