When Murong Yuan brought out the Wangchuan Road, both Leng Jing and Zeng Xiuyuan looked pleasantly surprised.

Apparently, even in True Qi Realm circles, this stuff wasn’t something one could obtain casually.

Zhong Zhe thought that since Zou Feng had just advanced to the True Qi Realm, he probably hadn’t had this wine before, so he reminded him, "This wine is potent. After you drink it, don’t forget to suppress it with your True Qi first." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"When you go to sleep tonight, you can fully release its potency. The dreamscape that follows is an excellent environment for Cultivation..."

Hearing Zhong Zhe’s explanation, Zou Feng finally understood. It turned out that even True Qi Realm Martial Artists needed to enter a dreamscape after drinking this wine to maximize its effects.

’But it doesn’t matter. It looks like I won’t be able to return to Biyou Palace today anyway. It’s not too late to get back on the road tomorrow.’

’Besides, I know very little about True Qi Realm circles. It just so happens that two experts from the Rakshasa Sect and the Cyan Nether Sect are here, and they both seem quite approachable.’

’Even if I don’t befriend them, I can at least use this conversation to cram on some common knowledge about the True Qi Realm.’

The banquet began. Dish after dish, so exquisite they could be called works of art, were brought to the table.

To host these True Qi Realm masters, Murong Yuan had clearly instructed his head chef to pull out all the stops.

Leng Jing and Zeng Xiuyuan were full of praise for the exquisite dishes, but Zhong Zhe frowned and said to Zou Feng, "Compared to your cooking, this is far inferior!"

’Isn’t that obvious?’ Zou Feng thought. ’The chef made proper dishes. The stuff I make is all "drugged" hardcore fare. There’s no comparison to begin with.’

Hearing this, Leng Jing raised his cup to Zou Feng. "So, Younger Brother Zou, you’re also skilled in cooking?"

"Just a little, just a little!"

On the other side, Zeng Xiuyuan heard this and let out a sinister, strange laugh. "I wonder if I’ll have the chance to properly sample Elder Zou’s cooking?"

"Of course you will!"

Zou Feng gave a casual reply, noticing that Zeng Xiuyuan of the Cyan Nether Sect was still wrapped in a black robe, his true appearance hidden.

In fact... if Murong Yuan hadn’t made the introduction, he would have had almost no idea whether this Zeng Xiuyuan was a man or a woman.

After all, his voice was so androgynous it could belong to either a man or a woman.

Next, as glasses of "Wangchuan Road" were downed, even though they all used their True Qi to suppress its effects, the slightly overflowing potency of the wine still made them feel a little tipsy.

The atmosphere gradually grew more lively.

Leng Jing, getting into the spirit of things, simply took off his shirt, revealing his lean, powerful muscles.

But what was more eye-catching were the various scars on his body, which made even Zou Feng secretly alarmed.

One had to remember that Zou Feng had cultivated the Tribulation-Indestructible Body and had even experimented with torturing himself in all sorts of cruel ways.

Because the pain and other side effects had all been borne by others, Zou Feng didn’t have many noticeable scars on his body.

But the scars on Leng Jing’s body were so horrifying that he looked like a stitched-together monster, as if he were composed entirely of different fragments of flesh and blood.

However, it was more likely that these scars were the result of Leng Jing cultivating some kind of Evil Skill from the Rakshasa Sect.

Looking like a stitched-together monster was the price of cultivating these Evil Skills...

Before long, Zeng Xiuyuan finally took off his black robe.

As the black robe was cast aside, Zou Feng stared in stunned silence. ’A woman?!’

Beneath the black robe, Zeng Xiuyuan was dressed just like a woman.

Black hair cascaded down around delicate features and a fair complexion; he was clearly an uncommonly beautiful person.

However, Zeng Xiuyuan had a prominent Adam’s apple, a chest as flat as a plain, and besides, Zou Feng already knew he was a man. Thus, Zeng Xiuyuan was clearly a master of cross-dressing.

Noticing Zou Feng sizing him up with a curious gaze, Zeng Xiuyuan gave a wry smile. "Elder Zou, please don’t find it strange. I didn’t want this either, but as I continued my Cultivation, I ended up looking like this..."

This explanation showed that, unlike the Grass Thief Ding Gang, Zeng Xiuyuan wasn’t intersex.

’So the Cyan Nether Sect actually has a Cultivation Skill similar to the Exorcism Sword Manual?’

Looking over at Zhong Zhe, he had taken out a Small Pipe for himself and, after lighting it, began to puff out clouds of smoke.

As the smoke entered his mouth, Zhong Zhe would occasionally let out a strange, inexplicable laugh.

Zou Feng knew from the smell alone that the pipe contained the concentrated venom of the Hundred-legged Ancestor, which, when vaporized, was equivalent to a Poison Miasma.

At the scene, the few great Evil Cultivators were each showing off their special abilities, flaunting their eccentricities.

In comparison, Zou Feng, the Poison Cultivator, seemed completely unworthy of his title; he appeared far too normal.

But the others didn’t seem to mind. In their eyes, the side effects that *couldn’t* be shown in public were often the most unbearable.

"By the way, have any of you recently heard any news about a so-called Glazed Immortal Palace?" Leng Jing suddenly changed the subject, his expression turning solemn.

Zhong Zhe snorted. "The Glazed Immortal Palace is bullshit. You actually believe that?"

Zeng Xiuyuan chimed in, "This time it might not be a rumor. Someone seized an Immortal Treasure from the hands of a Ten Directions Sect disciple."

"These Immortal Treasures are indeed Magical Artifacts of extremely high quality, and they all point to a place called the Glazed Immortal Palace..."

This conversation left Zou Feng quite startled.

After all, on his person right now was one of the Immortal Treasures from that long-ago conflict—the small bottle whose true purpose remained a mystery.

Back when the Immortal Treasures first appeared, everyone present had seen the mirage-like image of an Immortal Palace.

Of the many Immortal Treasures that subsequently flew out, half were obtained by the people of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect, and the other half naturally fell into the hands of the Ten Directions Sect.

One of them, however, had been snatched up by Zou Feng when it slipped through the cracks.