Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

The time went from morning until evening.

Chen Mo found it incredibly exhausting.

Because when brewing Immortal Drunk, you have to watch it constantly, as without infusing True Qi into the pot, no wine will come out.

This resulted in an especially large consumption of True Qi for Chen Mo.

He could only recover while continuing to infuse it.

Fortunately, after the ability of the Qilin Heart was enhanced, the recovery of True Qi was relatively fast, barely sustaining him.

Besides the rapid consumption of True Qi, Chen Mo felt mentally fatigued.

Fortunately, there were still some gains.

Looking at the vat of Immortal Brew that had been ”steamed” out, Chen Mo wiped the sweat off his forehead, considering the task barely completed.

After expending so much Treasure Medicine, as well as a large pot of the essence of heaven and earth and a lump of Dragon Saliva and Treasure Medicine mixed and coagulated yeast, it resulted in just a vat of Immortal Drunk, which seemed less than half a kilo, only a few sips and it would be gone.

Chen Mo had witnessed Zuoqiu Yiren’s alcohol tolerance.

How much wealth would it take?

He glanced around, then looked over at the Celestial Pool. The carp that had been swimming back and forth on the pool’s surface had also dived to the bottom. Chen Mo looked at the Immortal Drunk before him, and his heart moved slightly.

After all the effort he put into brewing this wine, a sip should be fine, right?

...

On the other side.

In the courtyard.

Zuoqiu Yiren on the hammock suddenly opened her eyes, stretched lazily, and the gourd she held in her arms slid off, about to fall to the ground when it lightly trembled, radiating with a glow, and unexpectedly hovered in midair.

The clear moonlight shone on Zuoqiu Yiren’s face, highlighting her already exceedingly beautiful features and adding a few touches of sanctity, further enhancing her fairy-like aura.

But Zuoqiu Yiren didn’t care about her own image at all. Rubbing her eyes with one hand, she reached out across the air to grab the wine gourd that hovered nearby, then wrapped both arms around it, lifting her arm to drink, as the bells on her anklets jingled lightly.

The desired free-flowing drinking sensation didn’t occur; only a single drop of clear wine slipped from the mouth of the gourd, dripping onto her tongue.

Zuoqiu Yiren shook the wine gourd, but no wine spilled out.

It was then she remembered that she had already drunk all the wine before falling asleep.

”Annoying...” Without any wine to drink, Zuoqiu Yiren felt a bit irritated, so she stowed the gourd into a bell and took out the Jade Token. Seeing it hadn’t lit up at all, she was slightly stunned:

”Did he mess up and is afraid to tell me? Otherwise, why wouldn’t he call me to help? Given his True Qi, how could he manage to brew the Immortal Drunk...”

As she spoke, Zuoqiu Yiren raised her slender finger and drew a circle in front of her. Soon, the void wriggled, and a human-sized black circle appeared before her eyes, emitting space fluctuations from within.

Zuoqiu Yiren stepped in.

At this moment, Chen Mo, who was sneakily sipping wine, hadn’t noticed a black circle appearing behind him and was lifting his arm to take a sip from the vat mouth.

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, a frustrated voice came from behind him: ”Stop...”

As Chen Mo turned his head, he saw Zuoqiu Yiren floating in front of him, grabbing the wine vat from his hands, she said, ”Oh you, I asked you to brew wine, but you dared to steal a drink.”

After speaking, she tapped Chen Mo on the head a few times, then lifted her arm to pour from the vat mouth. She didn’t notice that the part touching her lips was the same spot Chen Mo had just drunk from.

After a few mouthfuls of wine, a blush immediately appeared on Zuoqiu Yiren’s face, and she felt much more refreshed, sweeping away the previous irritation. She quickly guzzled a few more gulps and let out a contented hiccup, exuding a rich wine aroma.

At this moment, she heard a voice by her ear.

”Yi...Yiren Sis, you’re really beautiful!”

Zuoqiu Yiren turned her head to see Chen Mo, who had already drunk himself unconscious and collapsed into her arms, his face buried in her chest, hugging her tightly.

The moonlight was bright, and the night breeze was slightly intoxicating.

Zuoqiu Yiren’s eyes suddenly widened, with a mix of shyness and annoyance on her flushed face. Although she didn’t care about her image and was carefree, she was still a woman, and an old virgin who had never been intimately involved with a man.

Now a junior, over 700 years her junior, was hugging her, buried in her pride. It’s understandable how she felt.

Just about to toss him away.

Suddenly remembered he took a sip just now.

Immortal Drunk, Immortal Drunk, even immortals claimed to get drunk...

Although somewhat exaggerated, it clearly showed its strong potency. Even she felt it gave her a bit of blush after drinking it, let alone Chen Mo, who’s only at the Half-Step Golden Core Realm.

Looking at Chen Mo murmuring in her arms, still saying she’s beautiful, Zuoqiu Yiren suddenly laughed.

”Consider yourself having good taste. Considering this vat of Immortal Drunk, I won’t hold it against you...”

Saying so, she supported him, and in a flash arrived at the courtyard, letting him lie down to rest on the bed inside the house.

Originally, Zuoqiu Yiren intended to help Chen Mo expel the residual alcohol, but after checking his condition, she found his body was strong. Although intoxicated, the energy in the wine wouldn’t hurt him, instead, it might actually help him somewhat.

Though being drunk was mildly uncomfortable.

But who told you to sneak a drink?

”Have a good night’s sleep.” After saying this, Zuoqiu Yiren walked out of the cabin.

...

The next day.

The warm sun shone through the window, hitting Chen Mo’s face, making him subconsciously raise his hand to block it. Suddenly realizing something, he awoke with a start.

Just as he sat up, he felt a little head-splitting.

Scanning around, he found himself lying on a wooden bed. The surrounding environment was simple, yet nothing was missing.

Although a bit messy, it was extremely clean, without a speck of dust.

This made him feel a sense of unfamiliarity.

What happened?

He started to remember.

Last night, he took a sip of the brewed Immortal Brew.

As it hit his mouth, he found the liquor burned intensely, much like magma.

Initially wanting to spit it out, Zuoqiu Yiren had suddenly appeared from behind, startling him so much that he swallowed it directly. After that, he felt drunk and somewhat dazed.

Seeing Zuoqiu Yiren reminded Chen Mo of wanting to pursue her; perhaps emboldened by the wine, he clutched her tightly, deliberately burying his head in her bosom. He didn’t recall what happened next, as the wine strength was just too overpowering, too much to handle.

Remembering this, Chen Mo immediately held his forehead.

He surely had the nerve of a bear, daring to do such a thing.

How long have they even been acquainted...

Daring to take advantage of her, really courting death.

Though, it was indeed soft.

And then, there was that wine.

Ever since stepping into cultivation, Chen Mo hadn’t experienced drunkenness.

All kinds of wines seemed like water to him.

But last night’s Immortal Drunk was outright outrageous.

Just one sip, and it immediately hit him, unable to resist.

Within less than ten minutes, he was already so intoxicated.

This wine is just too powerful.