Ye Qinghan's divine body began to burn. His internal organs were being burned by the internal fire, and a treasure light flowed through his body, but he didn't have any consciousness.
Fanyin burst out laughing, his legs trembling. He couldn't even stand properly, but he still managed to stand up. With a mocking look on his face, he pointed at Ye Qinghan and said, "I told you you're a piece of trash … but you didn't believe me. After drinking a jar of … immortal wine, you collapsed.
Fan Yin's voice was trembling, but he was still trying to show off.
Ye Qinghan had inexplicably fallen to the ground and was unable to get up. Emperor Ye and Lin Wutian became anxious and hurriedly got up to help Ye Qinghan up. However, the moment they touched his body, they jumped back and retreated a few steps.
"His body is so hot. Will something happen to him?" Emperor Ye asked Fan Yin anxiously.
Fan Yin was confused, so he didn't care about Ye Qinghan.
Emperor Feng said quietly, "If any other mid-level cultivator drank a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine, they would die without a doubt. But Brother Ye won't. His body is extremely holy, and his internal organs are far superior to others. Drinking a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine will cause him to suffer, but there will also be benefits."
Hearing Emperor Feng say this, everyone let out a sigh of relief. But letting Ye Qinghan lie in the middle of the hall with so many people staring at him wasn't appropriate.
"I'll take him to the courtyard to rest. He'll be fine in three to five days, and his strength will improve." Emperor Feng stood up, unafraid of Ye Qinghan's body heat. He carried him on his back and left the hall.
…
In the courtyard alone, Ye Qinghan lay on the bed, his mind a mess. He felt his body heat up, and he couldn't stand it. He kept tearing his clothes, and the water in his body kept evaporating. Yang energy crushed Yin energy, and Yin energy couldn't be balanced. He could only desperately absorb the Yin energy of heaven and earth.
A treasure light bathed the courtyard like an immortal light. Even Ye Qinghan was enveloped by the light.
Feng Huang looked at Ye Qinghan and knew he couldn't help him, so he left the room.
Inside the room, Ye Qinghan's impurities were constantly being expelled from his body. The immortal brew in his body was like a burning divine fire, causing his blood to boil.
Gurgle gurgle …
Ye Qinghan could no longer endure the boiling sounds coming from within his body. His entire body had turned scarlet red, and a large hole had been burned through the specially made bed. He collapsed onto the stone floor.
The individual residences all had spell formations. The stone slabs transmitted waves of energy, isolating Ye Qinghan from the high temperature.
Crack crack …
Ye Qinghan dug his fingers into the ground, and his body temperature rose higher and higher. His impurities were almost completely cleansed, forming a perfect body. Perhaps even Xia Jiulong would drool over such a body.
Time slowly passed. The others were still drinking in the hall, using the immortal wine to change their bodies and temper their bodies. They seemed to have forgotten about Ye Qinghan.
Fan Yin was making use of the alcohol to throw a tantrum. Fortunately, no one went to provoke her, or the entire Drunken Immortal Residence would be torn down.
"Let me tell you, when I was young, I drank three jars of this Drunken Immortal Brew without falling. Someone gave me the title of 'Immortal without falling drunk after a thousand cups'. As long as you come to the Drunken Immortal Residence often, who doesn't know me?" Fan Yin seemed to be a little off topic. She was talking with a group of juniors, exaggerating her achievements.
…
On the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Residence, at a table by the side, were the Son of War and Zhan Jiuxiao.
Zhan Jiuxiao didn't seem to know much about Fan Yin, so he asked curiously, "Big Brother Son of War, is this Senior Sister Fan Yin really like what she said? Can she drink three jars of Drunken Immortal Brew without falling drunk after a thousand cups?"
The Son of War took a sip of the Drunken Immortal Wine. His lips curled up as he snorted, "Listen to her boasting. A thousand cups of Drunken Immortal Wine is something that only Eternal Sovereigns can withstand. However, this Drunken Immortal Wine is truly priceless. A cup of it weighs 500 kilograms of faith. The average person can't afford to drink it. Take me for example, I don't usually drink it either. I only drink it once every hundred years. If I were to drink an entire jug like her, I'm afraid I would end up like Ye Qinghan, collapsing on the spot.
Zhan Jiuxiao took small sips of the Drunken Immortal Brew. It wasn't that he didn't want to drink, but that he couldn't bear to. A jar of Drunken Immortal Brew cost a million in faith. Only Fan Yin would ask for ten jars at once. Looking around, most people in the entire restaurant only asked for a cup or a jar for the entire table.
The guests on the second and third floor stared at Fan Yin's table. Their eyes couldn't leave the ten jars of wine on the table, and they couldn't wait to go up and drink.
About two hours later, Fan Yin actually slowly finished two jars of wine. Her eyes began to burn, and her mouth was dry. She couldn't speak properly, and her legs were completely unstable.
"I'm not in a good state today. I'll … tell you about it another day … Uh …" Fan Yin burped and continued, "I'll blow it for you next time … I'll go back and lie down for a while …"
After saying that, Fan Yin left the hall and went straight to the solitary courtyard at the back.
"Do you want to send her back? She looks really drunk. "Lin Wutian asked.
"No need. She can drink so much. It's only two jars. How can she not touch her bed?" Emperor Ye firmly believed in Fan Yin and immediately replied.
"Come, come, come. Let's continue drinking. There are still five jars left. They've all been opened. It'll be a waste if we don't drink them." It was rare for Yan Yunbei to open his mouth. He had already drunk more than half of the jar alone. However, he drank slowly. Until now, his face was only red, but he didn't feel drunk.
Upstairs, the Son of Battle and Zhan Jiuxiao both drank a jar. At this moment, they finished it all. Even the bottom of the jar was emptied. The Son of Battle pursed his lips and smiled, "Come, let's go down and get some wine."
Zhan Jiuxiao only drank a little more than a cup. He was in high spirits. When he heard that they were going down, he ran down first.
The two went downstairs with faces full of smiles. The Son of Battle said to everyone, "What a coincidence. Dao Friend Feng Huang, Fairy Ya Er, you're both drinking here."
Seeing that the Son of Battle had come, everyone's spirits rose. After all, the Son of Battle had saved them once. If he hadn't arrived in advance, Ye Qinghan and Fan Yin definitely wouldn't have had the chance to save them.
"Come, come, come. Brother Zhan, come and sit. Let's drink together. We happen to have enough wine." Emperor Ye straightforwardly greeted him.
...
They were drinking. However, they didn't expect Fan Yin to fall to the ground several times with her legs crossed. After entering the courtyard, she looked at the courtyard and realized that the world was spinning. She didn't even know where her room was. Hence, she went straight to Ye Qinghan's room.
Ye Qinghan had already dismantled his bed and was lying on the floor. He took off his clothes and leaned against the floor, hoping to cool down a little. At this moment, Fan Yin pushed open the door and entered. She felt hot all over. Her mind was muddled and her vision was blurry. Before she could see clearly, she fell down beside Ye Qinghan. She kept scratching her chest and sweating profusely. She quickly took off her clothes and fell asleep beside Ye Qinghan.
At this moment, no one knew if Fan Yin would go crazy when she woke up.
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