165 Sky Xuan Apprentice (1/2)
The Solitary Eagle had somehow been able to maintain his usual expressionless look, along with his composure, but still couldn't stop his face from blushing. His eyes flashed a spark of expectation as he grabbed his glass and slowly raised it to his mouth. He hesitated for a second, and then drained the cup in one gulp!
He clearly felt the liquid as the wine came in contact with his throat, and could even feel his own Xuan Qi stirring up inside his body. As he felt the wine reaching his stomach, he realized that he still hadn't finished it all, which is why he drained the rest of it down in his second gulp...
The Solitary Eagle was just beginning to enjoy the aroma of the wine even more when he suddenly felt a very intense and extreme sense of burning inside his body….almost as if his limbs, all his blood vessels, and all his meridians were on fire!
Suddenly he felt as if his whole body had been set on fire; his body hair were erect, and even his Xuan Qi wasn't listening to his commands anymore!
The flame which was smoldering inside his body felt strong enough to give him power to beat any man in this moment; even Yun Bei Chen!
”Great wine! This is the best wine in this world!” the Solitary Eagle tried very hard to suppress his words, but was unable to. Even though this low sounding roar came from deep within his throat, the excitement in his voice was evident.
”This man is the god of wine!”
The prince also gulped his wine down, and then suddenly started staring foolishly at everyone. He got up a while later, walked around in a circle, almost as if he sleepwalking, and then returned to his seat. He kept his head lowered for a while, continuously staring at his glass of wine the entire time, after which he mumbled with tears in his eyes: ”Today I know the truth behind my life... I've lived...”
Then he suddenly jumped up, and extended his arms, almost as if he wanted to scream out, but was unable to…. So he reseated himself and moaned: ”Great wine ah ah ah ah ah...”
Song Shang couldn't suppress his body's trembling as he held the glass, still unwilling to drink it; after seeing the Solitary Eagle and the Prince's reactions, he had already realized that he had lost the contest.
He had lost without any doubt!
But at this time, especially at this moment, he was very excited despite his loss, and elated despite his defeat! Since his best work had been beaten, he had no regrets! Now he just wanted to experience the taste of this wine for himself!
At this moment, Song Shang wasn't taking this defeat to his heart; like a pilgrim on a holy trail, he just wanted to experience the supreme power!
As he drank, Song Shang felt his soul dance and sing; he could feel every inch of his muscles, each meridian of his body... and their trembling...
Soon enough, Song Shang's eyes started to tear while his throat started to whimper.... As his tears started to fall into his cup, his eyes become even more watery….. a little while later, his entire body started to tremble, and then he suddenly lowered his face to the table and completely broke down and burst into tears...
”I, I, I….. since I've had the good fortune of drinking this wine today….. my life will now be devoid of all regrets... I've had the opportunity to drink such a divine drink today…. I will even accept my death without any complaints...”
Old Song punched, and punched, and punched the table, and then banged and banged, and banged his head against the table as he pulled his hair out while crying uncontrollably: ”I've spent my entire life…. Living like a dog... ah....”
Jun Mo Xie was left flabbergasted... goosebumps covered his entire body as he watched the horrifying scene.
He had seen people cry before.
He had seen men cry before.
But Jun Mo Xie had never seen anyone cry like this before!
Moreover, this man was at least fifty years old!
On top of that, this man was a Sky Xuan expert!
And a famed assassin!
And now he was crying uncontrollably over a glass of wine...
[Is this simply because of this one glass of wine?]
Jun Mo Xie was completely baffled.
The hitman Jun had always underestimated the power of wine!
The art of making wine had undergone thousands and thousands of years of evolution!
Countless people had gone insane in search of methods for perfecting the art of making wine!
This art had been passed down from generation to generation, and those methods had undergone several changes with each passing generation.
Since Jun Mo Xie had the finalized methods on his fingertips, he had always assumed wine making to be an easy task. But he had always ignored that he was standing on top of thousands and thousands of years of cultural and methodical evolution….. he was standing on top of the life-works of thousands of geniuses!
To participate in a contest with a modern-world method of making wine in an ancient setting would be like standing as tall as the Mount Everest in front of a normal human!