Capítulo 456: Chapter 574: Poisoned — Then Escape
Chapter 574: Poisoned — Then Escape
Fang Chu greeted each person present in turn, his deanor calm, polite, and impeccably appropriate.
Although everyone present was aware of his earlier misdeeds—his tendency to take small advantages and cut corners—and although that knowledge left so of them dissatisfied or even mildly contemptuous, no one openly showed it.
After all, Fang Chu was still Wangyuelou’s Chief Brewer.
Status demanded courtesy, whether one liked him or not.
Moreover, in a place like Wangyuelou, where profit and results mattered more than personal virtue, as long as one delivered value, minor character flaws were often overlooked.
Qian Lao cleared her throat lightly and spoke first.
“Since everyone is here, let us begin the wine tasting.”
The gathered individuals were all mbers of Wangyuelou’s upper echelon. Though none could claim to be overwheld with daily affairs, each still had their own responsibilities. Naturally, they preferred to conclude matters efficiently and then return to their respective duties.
Fang Chu raised his hand.
A specially crafted wine jar appeared in midair.
The jar was wrapped in layer upon layer of powerful seals, each one dense and complex, overlapping like armor.
The mont they saw this, several people exchanged glances, surprise flickering in their eyes.
Such heavy sealing…
What kind of wine requires this level of protection?
So of the more wine-obsessed elders even felt anticipation stirring in their chests. To preserve a wine so carefully ant only one thing—this was no ordinary brew.
They had no idea that Fang Chu’s caution had nothing to do with preserving flavor or spiritual essence.
He was protecting himself.
The poison contained within was too fierce. A single leak could contaminate his storage ring, destroy other items, or worse—affect him directly. This was why he had handled the wine with such extre care.
Fang Chu thodically removed the restrictions one by one.
Only after the final seal dissolved did he lift the lid of the wine jar.
“Whoosh—”
A unique and indescribable fragrance instantly spread throughout the room.
The expressions of all ten people changed at once.
Shock.
Astonishnt.
Disbelief.
Several of them involuntarily inhaled sharply.
“This aroma… extraordinary.”
“One can tell just from the scent—this is definitely a fine wine.”
“Fang Chu truly has remarkable talent in brewing.”
At that mont, many of them subconsciously revised their opinion of him.
So what if he’s a bit greedy?
A brewer only needs to brew good wine.
Character flaws are secondary.
So even began reconsidering whether it was truly necessary for Li Lao to return during the next assessnt cycle.
Fang Chu poured the wine.
He did not use delicate cups or ceremonial vessels. Instead, he filled large bowls, one for each person. With a flick of his wrist, the bowls flew smoothly into their hands.
“Everyone,” Fang Chu said with a faint smile, “please.”
Though eager, they maintained a composed façade.
One particularly pretentious elder even produced a jade wine cup from his sleeve, insisting on sipping the wine slowly, cup by cup, as if conducting a scholarly ritual.
Soon, one by one, they tasted the wine.
And almost imdiately—
Their expressions transford.
“Excellent! Truly excellent!”
“I haven’t tasted such a distinctive spiritual wine in many years.”
“If this wine is put on sale, it will beco one of Wangyuelou’s signature offerings in no ti!”
“Brother Fang is truly a rare talent!”
Before tasting, they had already assud the wine would be good.
After tasting, they realized it was far better than expected.
The flavor was layered yet smooth, rich yet restrained. It carried a nostalgic undertone, as if drawing one’s consciousness backward through ti, awakening mories long buried.
Without realizing it, they finished their bowls.
One bowl.
Then another sip.
Then nothing remained.
Fang Chu smiled faintly.
“It seems everyone finds the wine acceptable. In that case, it should be suitable for official release through Wangyuelou.”
Their responses were imdiate and emphatic.
“Acceptable? Of course it is!”
“If even this wine fails, then no wine deserves to be sold!”
“Brother Fang, do you have more? Can you spare a few jars for an old friend?”
So, thick-skinned and shaless, even began asking for personal reserves on the spot.
Fang Chu replied calmly, “Since everyone agrees, I’ll return imdiately to begin large-scale brewing. Once it’s ready, I’ll make sure to deliver so to each of you.”
In truth, he could not afford to stay any longer.
Although he had carefully adjusted the poison to prevent imdiate onset, it would not remain concealed forever. If any of them noticed sothing wrong and reacted violently—or transmitted the information before dying—his escape would beco infinitely more difficult.
Thus, Fang Chu did not give them the chance to detain him with pleasantries.
He turned and left at once.
His expression was animated, almost flushed with excitent—like a craftsman whose talent had finally been recognized, eager to throw himself into his next great project.
Fang Chu’s acting had always been impeccable.
Even Fang Ting had praised him for it.
Naturally, none of the people present noticed anything amiss.
In fact, they even sighed with approval after he left.
“This kid has his flaws,” one said, “but he really is well-suited to be Chief Brewer.”
“Perhaps he realized his shortcomings and chose to work harder to compensate. One could call it reform.”
“Regardless, with a wine of this quality, it will definitely sell extrely well. If he doesn’t cause any more trouble, he truly is more suitable for this position.”
The others nodded silently.
As for Li Lao—though they had worked together for many years—he simply could not compare to Fang Chu in terms of results.
Anyone evaluating matters from Wangyuelou’s perspective would inevitably choose Fang Chu.
Qian Lao observed everything quietly.
She understood that even if she forcibly supported Li Lao, he no longer stood a chance.
“This wine really is excellent. I should have another bowl.”
“Leave so for !”
“Hey—don’t grab it all!”
A single jar of Dream Return was soon emptied.
Every drop consud.
anwhile, the poison hidden within the wine slowly began to seep into their limbs, bones, and ridians.
Unfortunately for them, they did not circulate their cultivation to refine the wine’s spiritual energy. Had they done so, the poison would have taken effect far more quickly.
By the ti they noticed sothing was wrong—
It would already be too late.
At this mont, Fang Chu had already left the divine mountain where Wangyuelou was located.
However, he did not flee far.
Instead, he stopped near an ordinary, unremarkable mountain village.
Entering the nearby hills, he reached a hidden chamber he had excavated long ago. He activated every array he had prepared—concealnt, isolation, warning, and suppression.
Then ca disguise.
Fang Chu altered his appearance, his temperant, even his aura. Afterward, he swallowed a pill that induced a state of suspended animation.
If undisturbed, he could sleep for ten years.
If soone approached and triggered his formations, he would awaken imdiately.
The most dangerous place—
Was often the safest.
Fang Chu knew that what he had done would cause massive upheaval within Wangyuelou, inflicting devastating losses.
They would never let him go.
They would scour the earth, digging three feet deep if necessary.
The manhunt would spread across the entire Tianyuan Realm.
Since nowhere would truly be safe, he chose to hide near the source, in the most ordinary place imaginable—close to Wangyuelou’s headquarters, yet utterly forgettable.
There, beneath the mountains, Fang Chu closed his eyes.
And waited for the storm to erupt.
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