Chapter 710: A Godlike Man

Chapter 710: Chapter 671: A Godlike Man

Wang Meng stood up and smiled. “Not at all. You’re right on time.”

The voice sounded a bit familiar. The other four people in the room froze for a moment. ‘So familiar… who could it be?’

Ordinarily, they should have recognized it immediately, but it belonged to someone who should have been absolutely impossible to see here!

The melon seeds in Ji Jin’Er’s hand fell to the floor. She covered her mouth in astonishment. “It’s Sister Chuxue.”

Han Chuxue walked in, looking a little surprised. “Jin’Er, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Han Chuxue herself was a bit surprised. Anyone willing to come under these circumstances was surely a friend of Wang Meng’s, but given Wang Meng’s old reputation, she had no idea who would show up.

While Han Chuxue was surprised to see them, the others were truly shocked. The Fairy of Great Zhou, the pride of the Spirit Control Association, actually had a connection with Great Zhou’s most infamous rogue? And she was willing to accept his private invitation? If word got out, no one would believe it.

Zhang Yang’s jaw dropped. The things happening today were shattering his worldview. He suddenly grabbed Wang Meng’s hand. “Bro, you’re a freaking legend! Teach me a few of your Scattering Hand techniques! How did you trick Fairy Han into coming here?”

Wang Meng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Fairy Han was just giving me face. She’s here to bring salvation to all living beings, and I’m just the one most in need of saving.”

Zhang Yang wasn’t buying it. “It’s fine, we can practice in private. Just between us.”

“It’s more natural if everyone just calls me Chuxue. ‘Fairy’ and all that is too strange.”

Coming from someone else, this might have sounded pretentious, but Han Chuxue’s words were sincere. Besides, the Celestial Spirit Race itself cared little for worldly things.

Zhan Yingluo invited Han Chuxue to sit beside her. “I didn’t think you actually had it in you to get Sister Han to grace us with her presence. Now I’m a little curious about what you have planned for today.”

Han Chuxue’s status was lofty, far higher than that of a princess, to be frank. The future Chairman of the Spirit Control Association would be one of the continent’s most supreme figures. The title “Fairy” wasn’t just about her looks; it was a sign of respect.

Zhang Yang, Zhan Yingluo, and Ji Jin’Er were all taken aback, but Wang Shifeng was completely stunned. The moment he saw Han Chuxue, he felt as if the air in the room had suddenly grown thin. ‘It’s Han Chuxue… Fairy Han! It’s really her! I’m this close to Fairy Han… and it’s all because of Wang Meng! All these people gathered here… it’s actually happening! I never would have dreamed of it.’ Wang Shifeng wasn’t slow-witted. He suddenly realized that Wang Meng had completely changed. He didn’t know how much power a prodigal son could wield upon his return, but it was clear that Wang Meng had thoroughly changed his opinion. ‘This kid… he’s really changed.’

Suddenly, Wang Shifeng froze again, but not because of all that. It was because, for an occasion like this, Wang Meng had actually remembered to invite him.

Wang Shifeng came from a major family, but because his cultivation had stagnated, no one took him seriously anymore. In all these years, who had ever cared about him?

He never would have imagined that the one person who actually took him seriously would be this most unreliable nephew of his.

Wang Shifeng said nothing. He knew that the others didn’t really take him seriously.

“Wang Meng, you can finally tell us why you called us here, right? I can’t stand the suspense anymore,” Zhang Yang said with a laugh.

Wang Meng nodded, slapped his Qiankun Bag, and a large jar appeared on the table. Then, in one fluid motion, he set six bowls in front of everyone.

The jar was very ordinary, the kind you could buy at any streetside wine shop. The bowls… were nothing special either.

“First, let’s have a drink!” Wang Meng said with a smile.

“Great! Drinking and talking is the best way to go.” Zhang Yang, never one for ceremony, directly broke the seal on the jar. Instantly, a rich, alcoholic aroma filled the room.

The Little Princess blinked and twitched her little nose. “It smells so good! Really good! It seems even more fragrant than the Wine God’s.”

Apparently, the Little Princess had secretly drunk wine before and had even helped quite a few people steal some from the Wine God.

Ji Jin’Er was just going by feel, but Zhang Yang was a true connoisseur. He immediately forgot about everything else. “This wine… where did you get it?”

Zhang Yang cradled the jar like a precious treasure, as if afraid someone would snatch it from him.

“Heh, try it first.”

Zhang Yang hoisted the jar and, with a flick of his right hand, instantly filled all six bowls. The liquid was amber-colored and beautiful just to look at. Zhang Yang’s pouring motion was truly deft and smooth. Then, the wine jar found its way into his arms.

“Ahem. Anyway, you guys don’t drink much, so I’ll take care of the rest.” Zhang Yang quickly resealed the lid.

Zhang Yang’s stingy behavior immediately amused everyone.

Wang Shifeng was also a man of this persuasion. Although his realm couldn’t compare to Zhang Yang’s, he could still recognize a good vintage. He took a sniff before taking a sip.

His expression changed as well. “Good wine. It’s mellow and smooth on the palate. Could this be the Wine God’s secret stash?”

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, downed a bowl in one go without a second thought. It had to be said, watching someone drink like that was a real pleasure.

“Great wine! It’s not the Wine God’s style, but it’s good, very good. Absolutely top-notch. I’d say it’s probably sixty or seventy years old. This is a treasure!”

Zhang Yang’s assessment was more professional.

“Let me try.”

Little Jin’Er took a small sip. “It’s so strong… but it’s quite refreshing. Interesting.”

She licked her lips, savoring the aftertaste, and found she was starting to like it. She then took a big gulp. “It gets really fragrant after the first sip. It’s just that initial kick.”

Clearly, Little Jin’Er was still an amateur.

Zhan Yingluo smiled. No one in the Zhan Family couldn’t hold their liquor, and she was no exception; she just never drank in public. She glanced at Wang Meng, then also raised her bowl and drained it in one go. A moment later, Zhan Yingluo’s eyes lit up. “Excellent. This might be the best wine I’ve ever had. It’s very old.”

At this, everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but turn to Han Chuxue.

Han Chuxue was a member of the Celestial Spirit Race. With her sensitive constitution, she never touched a drop of alcohol. For Wang Meng to invite Fairy Han for a drink… this was a matter that could truly spark endless speculation.

At this point, Zhang Yang felt that he, as a “friend to all beauties,” ought to step up. He said, “Fairy Han never drinks. There’s no need to force it. How about… I drink it for you…”

He could get another bowl of wine and score points with Fairy Han at the same time. Zhang Yang felt that his seizing of this opportunity was so cool it was off the charts.

But just as he was about to reach for it, Fairy Han smiled. In that instant, the room seemed to brighten. She lifted her bowl and said, “My constitution is indeed not well-suited for it. However, since Brother Wang invited me, I’ll give it a try.”

CRASH. Zhang Yang’s cool image instantly shattered. His jaw nearly hit the floor. ‘It was that easy? It’s obvious Fairy Han is interested in Wang Meng, but Wang Meng seems to treat her just like everyone else. Could he be any more devastating?!’

Turning his head, Zhang Yang looked at Wang Meng with eyes full of worship. ‘Now that’s a true idol.’

Han Chuxue then took a light sip, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. In just an instant, a rosy, cloud-like blush appeared on her white jade skin. If the Han Chuxue from before had radiated a holy purity, the one after a sip of wine now possessed a soft, more approachable charm within that sanctity.

Wine really was a good thing for bringing people closer, regardless of gender.

Han Chuxue’s gaze flickered. After a moment, a smile touched the corners of her lips. “This wine…”

Everyone held their breath, eager to hear what evaluation Fairy Han would give. Even Zhang Yang put down the wine jar. Only Wang Meng smiled, calm and composed.

“This wine contains the Power of Law Order,” Han Chuxue commented.

Wang Meng smiled. ‘As expected of a Ninefold Heaven constitution.’ His wine was brewed in the Divine Space, using the Law of Time. An ordinary Cultivator could at most taste its age, but Han Chuxue was different. She wasn’t tasting the wine, but Master Wang’s Law of brewing. This was, in fact, a characteristic of the Ninefold Heaven constitution.

“Can you drink Law Order?” Little Jin’Er blinked her big eyes and tried another sip. “Besides being really fragrant, I don’t feel anything else.”

Han Chuxue smiled and said, “Brother Wang never fails to surprise. Chuxue has learned something new today.”

Wang Shifeng was beaming. ‘What is even happening? He can earn Han Chuxue’s admiration just by having a drink.’

Ji Jin’Er looked at Wang Meng with an expectant expression.

Moving on to business, Wang Meng sat up straight. “Actually, I did call everyone here for a reason today… and that is to borrow money!”

The atmosphere nearly imploded on the spot. After such a huge buildup, it was all just to borrow money…

Everyone felt the urge to cough up blood.

Seeing everyone’s questioning looks, Master Wang quickly explained, “Ahem, it’s like this. I plan to open a wine shop to sell the very wine you all just drank. However, my pockets are a bit empty, and I don’t have the startup capital. So, I was hoping to invite you all to invest as partners. What do you think?” Haojing was huge and prosperous; a suitable storefront wouldn’t be easy to find, nor would it be cheap.

The moment Wang Meng’s voice fell, Zhang Yang slapped the table. “Damn, an opportunity this good? I’m in!”

Wang Meng smiled. Brewing had become a pastime of his. There was a Dao of wine, and though it hadn’t ultimately allowed him to ascend, it had given him a great deal of comfort during that time.

Seeing Zhang Yang jump at the chance to invest, Wang Shifeng, a beat too slow, quickly interjected, “Count me in too! But is the supply for this kind of wine sufficient?”

Wang Shifeng, after all, was used to family business and knew a thing or two about it. To build a reputation but have no product to supply would be a disastrous blow in Haojing. The wine Wang Meng had brought out was, at the very least, over fifty years old. How could such a wine possibly be supplied in large quantities?

“Heh, I guarantee the supply will be plentiful.”

Wang Meng said.

This guarantee was a bit of an exaggeration. This was a vintage aged for decades, not some three- or five-year-old product. Even the Wine Immortal wouldn’t dare claim to have a plentiful supply of fifty-year-old brew. Nevertheless, Wang Shifeng believed him one hundred percent and said forcefully, “Alright then. I guarantee my full support.”

Zhan Yingluo smiled faintly. “I also have some private savings. Count me in as well.”

In truth, as long as Wang Meng was the one asking, Zhan Yingluo wouldn’t care about such worldly possessions. No one had expected Wang Meng to make such a big fuss just to borrow money; it really wasn’t something a Cultivator would do.

“Me too, me too! It sounds like fun! But don’t tell my Elder Sister, or she’ll definitely try to kill you.”

Ji Jin’Er exclaimed happily. She had never been a businesswoman before.

Everyone immediately looked at Wang Meng. Master Wang rubbed his nose awkwardly. ‘Sigh. I got caught in the crossfire.’

Zhang Yang downed another bowl. “This wine will definitely be a huge hit! I guarantee it on my reputation as the Wine Saint!”

“Huh? Aren’t you called the Mad Saint? Since when are you also called the Wine Saint?” the Tenth Princess asked, her eyes wide.

“Since just now.”(To be continued.