Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As they were talking, a tall and muscular figure slowly approached Huanglong and Houyi. It was Wutong, who had fought Huanglong during the day.

"Brother Huanglong," he said in a deep voice, "I was reckless during the day and almost hurt you! Don't take it to heart, I, Wu Tong, will apologize to you again!"

"You almost injured me?"

Huang Long stared in shock at the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. How shameless!

"If we weren't on the territory of the Witch Clan, I would definitely teach this guy a lesson for why flowers are so red!"

However, Huang Long still gave Wu Tong plenty of face. "Brother Wu Tong, you flatter me," he said.

Huang Long chuckled, "As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. It was Brother Wu Tong who showed me the fierce and domineering power of the Wu Clan?"

"I should be thanking you for showing mercy."

Hou Yi, arms crossed, watched Wu Tong's shameless act and teased, "Wu Tong, your apology is so insincere! Just words aren't enough! Young friend Huanglong may not care, but I won't. Hurry up and bring out those little treasures you've been hiding to apologize!"

Upon hearing Hou Yi's words, Wu Tong's face instantly turned from dark to red, and he muttered, "Great Witch Hou Yi, do you think I, Wu Tong, am that kind of petty person?"

He glared at Hou Yi, then stamped his foot in distress, "It's you, Great Shaman, who's been thinking about my precious one!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the side of the mountain wall, his figure disappearing into the hazy moonlight.

A moment later, Wu Tong returned, carrying a huge stone urn that had been hollowed out.

He carefully placed the stone urn on the ground in front of Huanglong and Houyi. The mouth of the urn was sealed with animal hide, but even so, an extremely rich and unique fruity fragrance mixed with an intoxicating aroma still wafted in the air.

"This is…"

Huang Long took a deep breath, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This wine tastes like it was brewed from spirit fruit, although it's not nearly as good as his Crimson Blood Wine.

Hou Yi's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily as he untied the animal skin seal: "You cunning bastard! You really did hide this treasure! You usually act like you're asking for a life when I ask you for something, but today you're being generous!"

The moment the seal was broken, a rich aroma burst forth, the sweet fruitiness blending perfectly with the mellow wine flavor, causing many of the surrounding witch warriors to involuntarily sniff and look over.

"Is this monkey wine?" Huang Long asked Wu Tong.

"Monkey Wine"

Wu Tong looked at Huang Long with a puzzled expression, clearly not knowing what Huang Long was talking about.

Hou Yi, being a Great Luo Immortal, understood Huang Long's meaning.

He pulled out a few rough stone bowls from somewhere, scooped out the liquid from the stone urn, and looked at the clear, slightly viscous amber liquid in the bowls.

Hou Yi first drank the bowl in one gulp, then said to Huang Long, "That's right! Young friend Huang Long is indeed very knowledgeable! This was dug out by Wu Tong during his hunt from the lair of a group of ape demons entrenched deep in the mountains. Those ape demons weren't very powerful, but they gathered various fruits to brew this stuff, and it tastes delicious! Wu Tong treats this like his lifeblood; it seems he's really going to bleed a lot today!"

Wu Tong watched with a pang of heartache as Hou Yi ruthlessly distributed the wine, muttering to himself, "There's only this one jar left...!"

Huanglong took the stone bowl handed to him by Houyi. The amber liquid in the bowl rippled and had a pleasant fragrance.

He took a sip; it was sweet and refreshing, containing the flavors of multiple spiritual fruits. After entering his stomach, it transformed into a gentle warm current that spread out, nourishing his flesh and meridians, and even had a slight benefit to his physical body, which was truly rare.

"Excellent!" he nodded in approval.

The three of them sat around the campfire, eating bowl after bowl of the fragrant roasted monster meat.

Although the stone urn was large, it could not withstand three people drinking heavily, and it was emptied in no time.

The aromas of meat, wine, and smoke mingled together, creating an increasingly lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Hou Yi smacked his lips, clearly still wanting more, then stared intently at Wu Tong, the meaning obvious: hurry up and take out the rest.

Ignoring Hou Yi's slightly threatening gaze, Wu Tong said with a wry smile, "Really, there's none left. We've drunk it all!"

Hou Yi clearly had an expression that said, "I don't believe it."

Seeing this, Huanglong marveled at the way the Wu tribe members got along; they were truly as close as family.

He chuckled softly, "Haha, thank you for your hospitality, Brother Wutong. I also have some fine homemade wine here; please, Great Witch Houyi and Brother Wutong, have a taste!"

With a thought, he took out a huge jade altar from the Xuanhuang Realm. It was sealed very tightly, and not a trace of odor escaped.

This is the Crimson Blood Wine made primarily from the Crimson Blood Fruit, a spiritual root of the acquired nature, supplemented with various other spiritual materials, and brewed using the Yellow Dragon's secret method. This jar weighs a full five hundred catties!

Huanglong opened the jade lid, and an even more domineering fragrance spread out, instantly making Houyi and Wutong's eyes widen.

Just from its overpowering aroma, they knew this was far superior to the monkey wine they had tried before.

He refilled their stone bowls, the blood-like liquid resembling flowing amber in the firelight.

"Excellent! Excellent wine!"

Hou Yi only took a sniff before shouting loudly, eagerly tilting his head back and gulping down a large mouthful. His face immediately turned red, and he exhaled a long breath, his eyes gleaming.

"That's domineering! That's satisfying!"

Seeing that Hou Yi had already started scooping the second bowl, Wu Tong couldn't wait any longer and drank it all in one gulp. Instantly, he felt a violent torrent rush down his throat and explode in his stomach.

A powerful surge of blood essence rushed into his meridians and blood vessels, washing over his muscles, bones, and skin. It even stirred up the witch blood within his body, causing his blood and qi to visibly thicken.

"This...this blood wine...!"

He stared in shock at the remaining crimson color at the bottom of the bowl, feeling the surge of blood and qi within his body. "This wine can actually promote blood and qi?" He quickly reached the bowl into the jar.

The three of them drank again. The aftereffects of this Crimson Blood Wine were far more potent than those of Monkey Wine, and none of them took the initiative to dispel the effects of the alcohol. When half of the second jar of Crimson Blood Wine was consumed, Huang Long was the first to give in.

Intoxicated, he felt dizzy and disoriented. The figures of Hou Yi and Wu Tong became double images before his eyes. His laughter grew fainter and fainter until Huang Long finally fell backward to the ground, fast asleep, with a blissful smile on his lips.

...

After getting drunk that day, Huanglong stayed temporarily in the Houtu tribe.

Hou Yi and Wu Tong became completely obsessed with his Crimson Blood Wine.

Hou Yi was purely obsessed with the ultimate taste of that strong liquor. As for getting drunk, with his great witch body, it was impossible for the Crimson Blood Wine brewed by Hou Tu's spiritual root to make him drunk.

Wu Tong truly felt the immense benefits brought by the Crimson Blood Wine. After each drink, his speed in refining the Earthly Fiend Qi during cultivation was more than 10% faster than usual, which was extremely rare for a Wu Clan member of his level.

Huang Long was generous and gave each of them a large jar, each weighing five hundred catties.

Feeling slightly embarrassed after receiving such a benefit, Wu Tong, upon hearing that Huang Long had a penchant for collecting spiritual roots and immortal medicines, hurriedly ran back to his cave and searched for a long time.

Finally, they brought out a tree stump about the size of a washbasin. The edges of the stump were covered with rows of teeth marks, and its spiritual energy was almost completely dissipated. They awkwardly handed it to Huanglong.