Chapter 3152

Hearing the joyful voices coming from the wine cellar, Hong Zun's face instantly changed.

"Half a jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon? This damn thing isn't it the jar of wine that Xu Jie drugged?"

Back then I couldn't bear to throw it away, thinking it might be useful later, so I put it in the wine cellar.

After all, he knew this wine was problematic, so he normally wouldn't drink it; he just didn't expect Mo Yun and the others to dig it out.

"Come on, come on, let us fellow disciples take a sip first."

Upon hearing that, Hong Zun went numb, hastily trying to rise, but before his buttocks even left the chair, a knife was already at his throat.

Seeing Qin Shanhai holding the knife, Hong Zun's face darkened and he snapped angrily.

"What are you doing?"

"Sit down."

In response, Qin Shanhai's answer was simple: he wasn't a heavy drinker, and his current task was merely to watch over Hong Zun here, with nothing else.

So if Hong Zun wanted to move, he naturally would not agree.

As for that, Hong Zun only felt his scalp tingle, especially since Mo Yun, Mu You, and the others in the wine cellar seemed about to drink, and he anxiously said.

"Nonsense, that wine is problematic; it can't be given to people to drink."

"I told you to sit down."

"Are you stupid? I said that wine is problematic; if it's too late, there'll be no time."

Hong Zun had personally experienced the medicinal effect of that jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon; it was truly overbearing to the extreme, so it couldn't be drunk.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he had just taken a step when, the next second, a blade flashed toward him; Qin Shanhai, that oaf, actually made a move.

"You're sick; I said that wine is problematic and can't be drunk."

"What's it to me? I'm not drinking it."

"Huh???"

Looking at Qin Shanhai's calm expression, Hong Zun couldn't help but want to curse.

Under Qin Shanhai's obstruction, Hong Zun ultimately didn't have a chance to stop it, mainly because he hadn't made up his mind, anyway it wasn't him who would drink.

He plopped back down honestly in his chair, the anxious look on his face gone, replaced by a composed demeanor.

This is him seeking death himself, so it can't be blamed on him.

Seeing Hong Zun instantly become honest again, Qin Shanhai curiously asked.

"Shī xiōng, aren't you worried anymore?"

"What's the use of worrying? I just narrowly avoided being chopped."

This time Hong Zun snorted, while Qin Shanhai furrowed his brows slightly and asked.

"Does that wine really contain poison?"

"It does, but it won't cost your life."

"Then that's fine."

Upon hearing it wouldn't endanger life, Qin Shanhai also breathed a sigh of relief, then relaxed; as long as there was still breath, it was fine.

Meanwhile, in the wine cellar, the originally large half-jar of Nine Heavens Bright Moon had already been drunk up by Mu You and the others.

After downing a large jar of fine liquor, everyone felt their mood ease, after all Nine Heavens Bright Moon wasn't just a simple immortal brew.

Within the entire Dao One Immortal Sect, probably only this old drunkard Hong Zun had it here, and just now they had searched and found only this jar.

Now that they had drunk it dry, everyone felt much better inside.

However, Mu You savored the wine's flavor, and in his heart there was always a strange feeling.

"Something's off—why does it still taste of medicinal herbs?"

As a Pill Master, he was naturally more sensitive to various medicinal herbs than his fellow senior brothers.

But Nine Heavens Bright Moon isn't a medicinal wine, so how could it have a medicinal herb taste? This wine is wrong.

Having noticed the problem, before Mu You could think further, the next second he felt a fierce heat surge within his body.

And as time passed, it grew hotter and hotter.

"How come I feel all hot and flushed?"

At that moment, Capture Dragon, Mo Yun, Lin Potian, and the others felt the same; Mu You gritted his teeth and said.

"That wine is problematic."

"Huh???"

"A problem with the wine? Did this old drunkard put a jar of poisoned wine in his own wine cellar?"

Upon realizing this, the medicinal effect's eruption was even more violent than they expected; soon that primal urge surged uncontrollably from deep within their bodies straight to their heads.

By this point, everyone knew what had happened—this old drunkard is sick.

For a moment, the fellow disciples stared at each other, their faces grim to the extreme.

They had originally come to the old drunkard's place to drink a few jars of fine liquor, hoping to relieve their inner anguish.

But now they hadn't gotten to drink the fine liquor; instead they had gotten themselves involved.

Not long after, the fellow disciples filed out one by one, all with flushed faces; Hong Zun saw them and immediately knew what was going on.

After all, he was a veteran and had prior experience.

Facing Hong Zun's gaze, the leader Mo Yun immediately spoke, spewing fragrant words.

"Old drunkard, you're sick; why did you put a jar of poisoned wine in your own wine cellar?"

"I like it; it's none of your business."

Hong Zun, likewise displeased, snapped back angrily; hearing that, the fellow disciples all involuntarily began to grit their teeth.

"Fellow disciples of the same sect, listen to what this old drunkard says—is that even human speech?"

Only Mu You remained relatively calm; after all, as a Pill Master, he instinctively wanted to know what poison had afflicted them.

As long as we know what poison it is, there is a way to detoxify.

Shī xiōng, what poison is in this wine? Cut it out, this is a matter of life and death.

Facing Mu You's anxiety, Hong Zun remained calm, even with a teasing smile playing at the corner of his mouth, he spoke unhurriedly.

Don't worry, no one will die, it's just the aphrodisiac powder that you, Junior Brother Mu You, researched yourself, just a larger amount.

Medicinal powder? What medicinal powder?

It's the aphrodisiac powder you prepared for those innate demon race.

Huh???

Upon hearing this, Mu You was stunned, then he completely lost his composure and shouted angrily on the spot.

Old drunkard, you're sick, why did you pour this stuff into the wine?

Exactly, and you even poured it into the damn Nine Heavens Bright Moon, wasting it.

Now is the time to talk about this, you didn't hear what I just said, that fucking stuff is aphrodisiac powder, we're doomed.

From Hong Zun's mouth, all the fellow disciples learned exactly what poison they had been given, and for a moment they all burst out cursing.

But after cursing, Mu You realized an extremely critical problem: although he had prepared this stuff, there is no antidote.

When he researched it, since it was originally meant for those innate demon race, and it neither harms life nor leaves any aftereffects, he didn't bother to waste effort preparing an antidote.

Anyway, as long as they vent, the drug's effect will naturally disappear.

It's merely that they cannot control themselves when the drug takes effect, but that was precisely the purpose of preparing this powder, nothing to say about it.

But the problem is that they have ingested this powder; just thinking back to when he prepared it, Mu You only feels his scalp go numb.

That fucking thing is something even the ancestor of the innate demon race cannot resist; putting it on them, it's naturally the same.

Trying to forcibly suppress the drug's potency is pure fantasy; we're screwed.