Chapter 2813: Your wine is not bad

He respectfully pushed the wine in front of that mysterious person.

At this moment, even Hong Zun unconsciously grew nervous; after scheming for so long, it all came down to this slight tremor.

His face still bore an undiminished smile, but his heart couldn't help tightening with nervousness.

He didn't know whether the mysterious person had noticed any clues.

And under Hong Zun's gaze, the mysterious person glanced at the wine before him, then made no other move.

He gave a slight, contemptuous grin, then slowly raised his wine cup.

He seemed to have no suspicion toward Hong Zun, or if he did, he simply didn't care at all.

He had absolute confidence in his own strength, feeling that for a post‑natal being like the Human Race, their little tricks were utterly insignificant to him.

Even if Hong Zun had tampered with the wine, he wouldn't care in the slightest.

He was just that confident, and for Hong Zun that was naturally good news.

The more the guy acted this way, the happier Hong Zun naturally became.

So, facing the mysterious person's slightly disparaging words,

"Well then, I'll have a taste of your old thing's wine and see if it's fit for my eyes."

To this, Hong Zun was not angry at all; instead, his heart filled with delight.

"Good, good, good—just dare to drink it," he replied with a hurried smile.

"You'll surely like it, sir."

"Haha, mere words aren't proof."

Facing Hong Zun's flattery, the mysterious person laughed loudly, then, under Hong Zun's gaze, raised the cup and drained it in one gulp.

Watching the wine pour into the mysterious person's belly, Hong Zun secretly rejoiced.

Now it's done; Hong Zun still had great confidence in his own brew.

As for the wine's efficacy, Hong Zun had tested it many times.

Basically, any living thing that touches even a bit of it will die—pour it on the ground and it instantly drains all nutrients.

Now, after downing such a large cup, this mysterious person….

He was waiting for the wine's effect to kick in, but after the mysterious person finished the cup, he showed no reaction at all.

Instead, upon seeing Hong Zun a bit dazed, he spoke irritably.

"What are you staring at? Are you stupid?"

"Huh?"

Hearing that, Hong Zun first startled, then felt suspicious—could this guy have discovered some problem?

But on the surface he still put on a nonchalant, grinning reply.

"What's wrong, sir?"

"What's wrong? Pour the wine."

"Eh???"

Upon hearing that the mysterious person actually wanted him to pour wine, Hong Zun hadn't expected it, but for such a request he naturally wouldn't refuse.

This person is courting death—how could he not satisfy him?

If he wants to drink, give him his fill.

But the mysterious person's next sentence made Hong Zun's mouth twitch involuntarily.

"Your wine is not bad; you drink too, it's a reward for you."

"Eh???"

"You're using my wine to reward me? Is that even sensible?"

To this, although Hong Zun cursed inwardly, he outwardly nodded in agreement.

His immortal brew is certainly a deadly poison, but as its maker, given Hong Zun's nature, how could he have left no countermeasure?

To others the wine is lethally toxic, but for Hong Zun he has several ways to neutralize it.

Moreover, he had anticipated this situation beforehand, so of course he wouldn't be unprepared.

After all, what sort of person is Hong Zun? Could he not know the simple principle of preparing for a rainy day?

So, upon hearing the mysterious person's words, Hong Zun merely blinked slightly, then answered with a smiling face.

His face still showed an expression of fearful reverence.

And the more Hong Zun behaved this way, the less the mysterious person harbored any doubt.

After all, this old thing dared to drink it himself—could the wine possibly still be problematic?

It's also because the mysterious person doesn't know Hong Zun's past; if it were a cultivator from the Lower Realm right now,

even if their strength were far inferior to the mysterious person's, they would absolutely not drink this cup.

After all, who is Hong Zun? He's the infamous schemer from Dao Yi Shengdi.

Moreover, he has no scruples—he'll do anything.

This is evident from the disciples he's taught—what decent person could produce such disciples?

Unfortunately, the mysterious person knows nothing of this.

Relying on his own great strength, he doesn't even put Hong Zun in his eyes.

Following the mysterious person's request, Hong Zun also poured himself a cup; at that moment the mysterious person proactively raised his cup and clinked it with Hong Zun's.

After both had downed their drinks, the mysterious person spoke unhurriedly.

"You old thing are not bad, you suit my taste; once this matter is settled, follow me—you'll surely get your share of benefits."

"Eh???"

Hearing that, Hong Zun's face showed surface delight, as if he felt immense honor, nodding repeatedly.

Thank you, sir.

But in his heart, something strange started to arise.

He's already downed two cups of wine, yet this damn thing still looks completely calm.

Could it be that my wine has no effect on him?

For a moment he felt uneasy; this wine has been tested many times and never failed.

Before Hong Zun could think further, the next second, the mysterious person who had been smiling broadly suddenly changed expression and then abruptly lifted his head to look at Hong Zun.

His eyes were filled with icy cold.

You… the wine has a problem.

Seeing this, Hong Zun instead let out a sigh of relief; it seemed the wine was fine—just a moment ago he had almost doubted himself.

He didn't respond to the mysterious person; after all, at this point, what was there left to say?

As long as the wine works, that's enough.

At this moment, the mysterious person only felt his belly churning as if heaven and earth were overturning, and his Línglì surged uncontrollably in all directions.

He simply couldn't control it.

What frightened him even more was that his mind grew dazed and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Under these circumstances, he knew all too well what losing consciousness would mean.

You must know, all around are Human Race cultivators; if he lost consciousness now…

He struggled to stay clear-headed, to the point where he didn't even have the strength to attack Hong Zun.

Meanwhile, Hong Zun kept a close watch on every move of the mysterious person.

Watching the opponent, he saw that even after a long while the person hadn't collapsed, and he couldn't help but marvel.

This guy can handle it—after two big cups, if this were in the Immortal Realm, even a full cup would be nothing; even a casual sip would be lethal.

Who would have thought that, like this mysterious person before him, after two big cups of wine, he could still stay upright, damn it?

From this perspective, the mysterious person is indeed impressive, able to withstand the wine's potency.

He still hadn't lost consciousness, his eyes icy cold, his teeth clenched.

The two locked eyes, and the mysterious person wished he could slap Hong Zun dead.

Hong Zun also wanted to deal a finishing blow, but since the mysterious person hadn't lost his Ling Zhi yet, he didn't dare act rashly.

He could only suffer in silence.

Indeed, he really does have something.

One was unable to act, the other dared not act rashly, and they just stared at each other.