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Chapter 804 - Chapter 804 Chapter 804 Brewing Chaos with Spiritual Wine

Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Brewing Chaos with Spiritual Wine Chapter 804: Chapter 804: Brewing Chaos with Spiritual Wine Ji PingAn was covered in blood, his face a ghastly shade of green, yet he continued to fight fiercely–he was poisoned, but fortunately, he had an antidote, which effectively suppressed the toxicity.

Upon hearing the remarks, he let out a wry smile, “The experts in our team have fought so fiercely that Spirit Beasts dare not attack the Pillar of Clouds anymore… What do you think, impressive, right?”

Most people wouldn’t believe such a claim, but there were Cultivators who dealt with Spirit Beasts year-round who could accept this explanation–Spirit Beasts were inherently bullies who feared the strong. However, there were still those who spoke out.

“Then he should take the initiative to strike, the purpose of the Pillar of Clouds is to protect the city walls, how can we just get by in such an upside-down manner?”

There were even shouts of, “Friend on the Pillar of Clouds, your team is barely holding on, are you planning to just stand by and watch indefinitely?”

When Feng Jun heard this, he became quite unwilling, to leave the protection of the Pillar of Clouds to attack… Are you sure you’re not sending me to my death?

He had already tried it yesterday, and found that leaving the Pillar of Clouds without retreating behind the city walls was exceedingly dangerous. The Spirit Beasts’ instincts were incredibly sharp, and in the space filled with Mirage Qi, one misstep could lead to obliteration.

Of course, Feng Jun had trump cards up his sleeve, and with enough caution, he could still survive, but there was no pressing need to reveal his hand just yet–why should he expose his trump cards now?

He had already slain a significant number of Spirit Beasts yesterday, to the point where they were too timid to attack the Pillar of Clouds. Didn’t this count as his contribution?

It’s just a pity that he had over-fished the Spirit Beasts yesterday, and even Spirit Beast Meat could no longer attract those creatures.

However, the next moment, his eyes lit up, and he answered loudly, “Alright, I’ll try another method, but as for leaving the Pillar of Clouds to strike, that’s impossible… Once it’s lost, who will help me take it back?”

The Cultivators at the city walls could only smile bitterly upon hearing this. If you’re not going to strike proactively, what else can you do?

Yet in the midst of the fierce battle, everyone quickly realized that the attacks of the Spirit Beasts were weakening, followed soon by a whiff of an unusual fragrance.

The sense of smell of Spirit Beasts was, after all, superior to that of Human Cultivators.

An Intermediate Level Qi Refining Cultivator who had come to support sniffed the air, his eyes brightening immediately, “The scent of wine… What kind of wine is this, so fragrant?”

Ji PingAn also took a sniff, “Damn, this is what real good wine is… What have we been drinking all this time?”

As mentioned before, the more outstanding the Cultivator, the higher the likelihood of having good wine. Captain Ji, who had been stationed here for years and faced considerable stress, also liked to enjoy a couple of drinks when he had the chance.

Xia Pingan, whose old wound had reopened, bleeding afresh yet still fighting tenaciously, was momentarily stunned by the aroma, “Is Feng Jun behind this?”

Ji PingAn also came to a realization, hesitating before speaking, “Nine out of ten times, it’s him. That guy… I told him not to cook on the city wall, but look at him, drinking on the Yuntai, and such fine wine at that.”

He didn’t know about Feng Jun using Spirit Beast Meat as bait yesterday, since the distance between the city wall and the Pillar of Clouds exceeded a mile, and the sense of smell of Human Cultivators was simply no match for Spirit Beasts.

What’s more crucial is that after several days of intense battle, the smells of blood and barbecued meat were common on the battlefield–so even if someone noticed the aroma of Spirit Beast Meat, who could distinguish its uniqueness?

But he could clearly distinguish the scent of wine, and he immediately jumped up high in excitement, “This is really courting death.”

Generally speaking, conversations between the Pillar of Clouds and the city wall could be conducted just by shouting loudly, but when it came to more secretive matters, shouting wasn’t appropriate–many magical beasts could understand human speech.

But at that moment, Ji PingAn could no longer care about such niceties, “Feng Jun be careful, the Spirit Beasts have retreated… Quick, pack up the Spiritual Wine, its allure to Spirit Beasts is truly too great!”

Feng Jun did not respond, but the scent of wine continued to drift about, and before long, intense sounds of battle erupted again from the not-too-distant Pillar of Clouds.

After a while, an Intermediate Level Qi Refining Cultivator came running over to the city wall, “How much more support do you need here… It seems you don’t need it anymore?”

Ji PingAn pointed in the direction of the Pillar of Clouds, “The Spirit Beasts have all been drawn over there.”

“That’s good,” the Intermediate Level Qi Refining nodded, then sniffed the air again, “What wine is this, so fragrant? Right, Old Ji, the attack of the Spirit Birds is coming soon, you should prepare yourself.”

When an invasion of Spirit Beasts reached a certain degree, the participation of flying creatures in the siege was inevitable. In the eyes of a veteran like Ji PingAn, flying creatures without long-range attack abilities were not much stronger than ordinary Spirit Beasts. However, regardless, an attack by Spirit Birds always meant that the battle would become more intense.

He nodded slightly, “I’m aware of that, but for now… the Spirit Birds are currently attacking the Pillar of Clouds.”

The newcomer turned to look at the Pillar of Clouds, sniffing thoughtfully again…

Feng Jun had taken out the “Dreams of Longing” to attract the Spirit Beasts, knowing well that the majority of Spirit Beasts enjoyed good wine.

But he could never have dreamt that they would become so crazed, charging towards the scent of wine recklessly as if their lives were on the line.

Feng Jun was taken aback, darting away from the Pillar of Clouds in a flash, while forcefully throwing a glass of “Dreams of Longing” far into the distance, his heart giving a slight squeeze–half a cup of that wine was worth two taels.

His tossing out the Spiritual Wine didn’t matter much, though the Spirit Beasts on the ground were blessed with heavenly spirits from the sky.

However, those Spirit Beasts that were doused with the exquisite wine soon fell victim to a fierce assault from the surrounding creatures.

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Perhaps at first, the Spirit Beasts nearby just wanted to lick the delicious alcohol, but after two licks, they couldn’t help but crunch down a bite. As a result, those Spirit Beasts that got splashed with the wine…met with tragedy.

As soon as Feng Jun saw this effect, he didn’t bother feeling distressed and watched intently below.

After a while, when the turmoil below finally subsided, he thought for a moment and took out half a cup of alcohol.

This time he didn’t want to use all “Dream of Love,” so he mixed equal parts of Dream of Love and regular Spiritual Wine. After taking out the Spiritual Wine, he didn’t hesitate and directly splashed it toward his chosen target.

This time he chose a rather uncommon Spirit Beast, the Iron Devouring Ant–most Iron Devouring Ants do not reach the level of Spirit Beasts, but there are indeed ones that do, with the probability of about one in ten thousand.

By the Iron Devouring Ant’s side, there was a considerable number of Iron Devouring Ant Soldiers, and the wine reached them all as it fell like dew.

Ants have a taste for good alcohol, and Spiritual Wine is brewed from Spirit Rice, the essence of Spirit Rice; naturally, they liked it.

But for the Iron Devouring Ants, this Dream of Love was truly–too much with just a drop.

Of course, even if they became drunk, Feng Jun wouldn’t dare to approach them, but other Spirit Beasts were bolder. A Sand Lizard couldn’t help itself, extended its long tongue, and darted it out like an arrow, curling up that Spirit Beast Iron Devouring Ant and swallowing it into its stomach.

The other Iron Devouring Ants exploded into action and directly charged toward the Sand Lizard.

In a one-on-one fight, the Sand Lizard was not afraid of the Iron Devouring Ants, not even afraid of a hundred, but against a thousand or ten thousand, all it could do was turn tail and run.

But at that moment, where could it possibly escape? In the blink of an eye, its body was covered with a dense swarm of Iron Devouring Ants.

If nothing unexpected happened, in seven or eight minutes, only the skeleton of that Sand Lizard would remain.

However, among these Iron Devouring Ants, some had gotten splashed with the Spiritual Wine. As they were caught up in the furious fight, a nearby Fire Turtle couldn’t resist eating two of the Iron Devouring Ants.

Suddenly, the entire Spirit Beast camp erupted into chaos. Once the tumult had somewhat subsided, some Spirit Beasts heard an angry bellowing from the Goldenrock Sheep next to them, “Maa~~~”

As it turned out, during the commotion, a Goldenrock Sheep had been captured by a Human Cultivator. Not only was it captured, but it was also slaughtered on the spot, its neck cut for bleeding, with fresh blood splattered all over the ground.

The one doing this could only be Feng Jun. He didn’t dare go down to the ground to fight the Spirit Beasts, but once they were thrown into disarray, he had the courage to sneak forward, grab a Spirit Beast, and run away–I may not dare to confront them head-on, but who says I can’t plunder amidst the chaos?

Feng Jun’s tactics were quite despicable, but there was no helping it, given his weak position. Since he had decided to hunker down, he needed to do it in style.

His actions caused great chaos in the area where he was located, greatly disrupting the unified command of the Spirit Beasts.

The Spirit Beasts hadn’t never touched alcohol before; among the wild beasts, there were even monkeys adept at brewing.

Generally speaking, it was good enough for them to come across low-alcohol Spirit Fruit wine, and if they were really lucky and killed a Human Cultivator, obtaining Spiritual Wine brewed from Spirit Rice, it would be considered treasure worthy of being presented as an offering.

In the past hundred or so years, there were records of Spirit Beasts breaking through city walls and getting drunk on the barrels of Spiritual Wine left by the defending forces, resulting in easy counterattacks by Human Cultivators. With such records, the Spirit Beasts couldn’t possibly be without caution.

But this time, what Feng Jun scattered was Dream of Love, far more potent than ordinary Spiritual Wine. Even though the Spirit Beasts knew it might be a trap, they couldn’t help but think, “I’ll just have one sip.”

People die for wealth while birds die for food–this phrase has been said to the death.

And from the moment Feng Jun began scattering the Spiritual Wine, the precarious walls of the city suddenly stabilized, and within their area, the casualties of the Spirit Beasts far exceeded those in other places.

Especially as the disturbance continued, they no longer needed the catalysis of Dream of Love. Many Spirit Beasts started to remember–some of their supposed allies were actually their sworn enemies.

The seeds of hatred had begun to take root and sprout, and the Spirit Beast ranks started to become divided. If this spread, there was even the possibility of large-scale conflicts erupting.

The wild beasts realized that something seemed amiss here and felt it necessary to discipline their ranks.

At the same time, Feng Jun was sneakily striking all over the place, taking advantage of the chaos to collect ears and pick up corpses.

However, as he busied himself, he felt something was off. After thinking carefully, it seemed… the infighting among the Spirit Beasts had diminished?

Then suddenly, he felt a tremendous sense of threat approaching and, without thinking, his body flashed explosively, instantly relocating three miles away.

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