Capítulo 455: Chapter 573: The Poisoned Wine Is Ready
Chapter 573: The Poisoned Wine Is Ready
Back when the Fang Family still operated Zui Xian Lou, half of its spiritual wines originated from the legacy of the Wine Saint, while the other half ca from wine formulas Fang Hao had personally brought back from the Immortal Realm.
Not every one of those wines surpassed Wangyuelou’s offerings, but the formulas originating from the Immortal Realm were unquestionably superior to spiritual wines of the sa tier in the Tianyuan Realm. The difference lay not rely in taste or spiritual energy content, but in depth—an ineffable quality that only wines refined under immortal laws could possess.
When Fang Chu had first entered Wolong City, his rise to becoming a Wangyuelou brewer had not been accidental. It was the result of careful planning, step by step.
And within that plan, one spiritual wine had played a decisive role.
Its na was Dream Return.
Dream Return was also a wine Fang Hao had brought back from the Immortal Realm. However, due to the extre rarity of its primary ingredients—materials that existed only in the Immortal Realm and were nearly nonexistent in the Tianyuan Realm—it had never been officially released at Zui Xian Lou.
Fortunately, when Fang Hao returned, he had entrusted all remaining ingredients to Fang Chu.
Fang Chu had used them to brew several hundred jars. He distributed so to family mbers and elders, and after all was said and done, he still had dozens of jars left in his possession.
For his current plan, he needed only one.
At this stage, the most critical task before Fang Chu was not brewing the wine itself—but developing a poison capable of affecting Emperor-realm experts.
He retrieved the ancient books he had accumulated over the years, filling the chamber floor with jade slips and scrolls. Day after day, month after month, he pored over records related to poison, alchemy, rare herbs, and forbidden substances.
Yet no matter how deeply he searched, the result was the sa.
Emperor-realm experts were simply too powerful.
To poison them, one would require at minimum an Emperor-grade treasure or substance. Even if a formula capable of killing an Emperor existed, Fang Chu lacked the necessary ingredients to refine it.
Several months passed with no breakthrough.
Then, suddenly—
A flash of inspiration struck him.
“Wait… I rember sothing.”
Fang Chu’s eyes lit up.
“Long ago, the clan head gave a violet flower petal and told to study it.”
He imdiately rummaged through his storage ring, searching layer after layer of sealed compartnts. At last, he retrieved a delicately crafted brocade box.
The box was covered in multiple layers of powerful restrictions.
After carefully解除 them one by one, Fang Chu opened it.
Inside lay a single violet flower petal.
Though it had long been separated from the flower, it still emitted a faint, enchanting fragrance—one that felt unnaturally beautiful and deeply unsettling at the sa ti.
Fang Chu’s expression grew solemn.
“When the clan head gave this to , he said he found it in the Myriad Mountains Emperor-grade Minor World.”
“That violet flower was no larger than a palm… yet under unguarded circumstances, even a Saint King would die instantly just by inhaling its fragrance.”
“If re scent could instantly kill a Saint King, then this petal alone should be more than sufficient to poison Emperor-realm experts.”
Back then, Fang Chu had studied the petal for so ti. However, its toxicity was simply too overwhelming. He had no suitable test subjects, and using it recklessly could easily result in his own death.
Thus, he had sealed it away.
Now, however, circumstances were different.
“Perfect,” Fang Chu muttered coldly.
“I’ll use Wangyuelou’s Emperor-realm experts as test subjects.”
“If they die, even better.”
“If not, then crippling their origins will suffice.”
He spent a long ti preparing.
Protective arrays were layered one upon another. Defensive talismans and spiritual barriers enveloped him completely. Only after ensuring absolute safety did Fang Chu carefully remove the final seal around the violet petal.
Next, he retrieved a jar of Dream Return spiritual wine.
Using advanced alchemical techniques rather than ordinary brewing thods, he re-refined the wine. The violet flower petal was gradually dissolved and integrated into the wine, its essence spreading invisibly throughout the liquid.
When the process was complete, the wine appeared perfectly normal.
No strange color.
No unusual fragrance.
Nothing out of place.
Fang Chu sealed the jar with multiple layers of restrictions, each one more complex than the last.
Only then did he let out a long breath.
“Now… it’s ti.”
“The next step is brewing the three improved wines—with the added ingredients.”
“Everything must align perfectly.”
“When I invite the Wangyuelou higher-ups to taste the new wine, the problematic wines must reach every continent at the sa ti.”
“That way, when the poison takes effect… and I find an opportunity to leave…”
“The scandal will already be irreversible.”
With the plan finalized, Fang Chu began brewing the three improved spiritual wines once more—this ti adding the hidden “seasoning.”
Another half year passed.
When Fang Chu erged from seclusion, he imdiately sought out Qian Lao.
Before he could even speak, she greeted him first.
“You’ve co at just the right ti,” Qian Lao said. “I just reviewed the sales records for the three improved wines. The results are excellent—and stock is nearly depleted.”
“If you’re free, you should prepare a second batch as soon as possible.”
“Of course, if you don’t have the ti, you could teach other brewers to produce them.”
Fang Chu smiled faintly.
“Rest assured, Qian Lao. I’ve already completed the second batch.”
Qian Lao nodded in satisfaction. “Good.”
Fang Chu then continued, as if ntioning sothing in passing.
“There’s sothing else. During this period, I also brewed a new spiritual wine.”
“This one is unlike any of Wangyuelou’s existing flagship wines.”
“I’m confident it will be extrely popular once released, so I’d like to invite everyone to taste it and decide.”
Qian Lao froze.
A new wine?
Already?
Shock flickered across her face.
What kind of monster is this kid?
Could it be that he was born solely for brewing?
If his claims were true, then Li Lao’s return would be aningless. He might as well retire permanently.
“I’m curious,” Qian Lao said slowly, “what kind of wine could give you such confidence?”
Fang Chu replied calmly, “It’s called Dream Return. I’ve studied it for several decades. Only recently did I achieve a breakthrough and complete the brew.”
“So that’s it,” Qian Lao said, suddenly understanding.
A few years to develop a new wine would be absurd.
Several decades, however, was entirely reasonable.
After a mont’s thought, Qian Lao said, “Very well. I’ll gather a few senior retainers. In ten days, we’ll taste your Dream Return together.”
“Thank you for the trouble,” Fang Chu said.
Qian Lao waved her hand and vanished.
Fang Chu returned, delivered the second batch of seasoned wines to the distributors heading for various continents, then spent ten days quietly packing up everything he owned.
When the day arrived, he went to the agreed location.
After the ti it takes an incense stick to burn, everyone had arrived.
Including Qian Lao, there were ten people in total.
They were Wangyuelou’s core managent—those overseeing its major operations—along with two senior retainers of imnse seniority.
Six were quasi-Emperors.
Four were peak Saint Kings.
If not for the importance of this matter, it would have been nearly impossible to gather all ten in one place.
The only one absent was Wangyuelou’s Lord.
As a true Emperor, he only appeared once every fifty years for assessnts. At all other tis, he was essentially unseen.
And frankly—
Fang Chu was relieved.
An Emperor might have noticed sothing amiss.
With everything in place, Fang Chu’s eyes lowered slightly.
The poisoned wine was ready.
The stage had been set.
And the curtain was about to rise.
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