My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Just as he was feeling agitated, a sound suddenly came from the seat next to him.

"Hey, if you ask me, the unluckiest family in Black Mountain Town is the Zhou family!" A slightly aged but powerful voice came from the next private room, without any attempt to hide it, and even deliberately amplified it.

"A once prosperous and wealthy mansion is now permeated with evil spirits and looks like a grave, and the owners are being completely fooled by a fake Taoist priest who pretends to be a shaman."

Treating a death warrant as a protective charm, tsk tsk, it looks like this is a recipe for family ruin and death!

These words were like cold water dripping into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting the anger in Zhou Wenxuan's heart.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face flushed with alcohol and anger: "Who is this madman, spouting nonsense and cursing my Zhou family!"

He led his guards a few steps to the two men.

The two were Ye Qingfeng and the old Taoist priest Chiyangzi.

There were only a few simple dishes and drinks on the table. Chi Yangzi was picking up peanuts, shaking his head, and those words were obviously from him.

Ye Qingfeng sat quietly to the side, pouring himself a drink, as if it were none of his business.

Seeing Zhou Wenxuan approach, Chi Yangzi didn't even lift his eyelids, and slowly said.

"Oh, the main character has arrived? I'm just telling the truth, what's wrong, Young Master Zhou, can't stand the truth?"

"You!" Zhou Wenxuan was even more furious when he saw his lazy appearance, especially since the other party was also a Taoist priest, which reminded him of his wife at home.

"Where did this quack Taoist come from, spouting nonsense and misleading the public! What about the Zhou family is none of your business to comment! Guards, throw this old Taoist out of here!"

Two guards stepped forward to arrest him.

Although they were guards of the Zhou family and had some martial arts skills, they were no match for a true cultivator like Chi Yangzi.

Chi Yangzi remained seated, casually waving his chopsticks as if shooing away flies.

A gentle yet resilient invisible force surged forth, and the two guards immediately felt as if they had bumped into a wall of cotton, unable to move forward.

He was pushed so hard that he staggered back several steps, almost knocking over tables and chairs, his face full of horror.

Zhou Wenxuan was also taken aback. Although he suspected Master Yunhe, he had witnessed the other party's "spellcasting" style before. This disheveled old Taoist had such an effect with a casual wave of his hand, so he obviously had some skill.

But he was furious and felt insulted, so he refused to back down: "You think you can act tough just because you have some underhanded tricks? Shopkeeper! Report this to the authorities! There's someone committing murder here!"

Chi Yangzi laughed heartily, downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp, and glanced sideways at Zhou Wenxuan.

"Young Master Zhou, don't get so angry. Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, don't you have any doubts? Can't you really smell the gloomy atmosphere that emanates from your house every night?"

Those bowls of chicken blood by the door are replenished daily, yet the number of deaths in town doesn't decrease. Do you really think it's some kind of boundless "magic"? Young man, blindness in both eyes and heart can be fatal.

These words struck a chord with Zhou Wenxuan, especially the phrase "the night air in Ningbi Pavilion was gloomy and eerie." He himself had indeed occasionally felt an unsettling chill emanating from that direction when he was reading late at night.

His imposing manner faltered, but he couldn't save face, so he stubbornly retorted.

"Stop spreading alarmist rumors! Master Yunhe is a highly accomplished Taoist master who is currently working to suppress evil spirits. How dare you, a wandering Taoist priest, slander him!"

"An enlightened master?" Chi Yangzi scoffed, pointing to the seat opposite him. "Come, sit down, have a drink, and cool off. This old Taoist will show you something 'not high-level' but real."

Zhou Wenxuan hesitated for a moment. The other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and their move just now had shown remarkable skill.

He waved for the bewildered guards to step aside, and then hesitated before sitting down opposite Chi Yangzi.

Ye Qingfeng handed him a clean wine glass at the right moment, filled it to the brim, and his movements were natural, with a gentle smile on his face that made it impossible for anyone to feel any ill will towards him.

Chi Yangzi glanced at the glass of ordinary liquor that had just been poured in front of Zhou Wenxuan, the liquid of which was slightly cloudy, then looked at his own side and shook his head.

"Tsk, this cup... there aren't any more." He said this as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were speaking to Zhou Wenxuan.

Zhou Wenxuan was taken aback, not understanding what was going on. He wondered what this had to do with the cup. It wasn't like he necessarily wanted to drink this wine.

But Chi Yangzi chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Don't panic."

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together in a sword gesture, and gently slashed down from the top of the porcelain cup filled with wine in front of Zhou Wenxuan!

This stroke was fluid and graceful, like a master calligrapher wielding their brush, carrying a unique rhythm. The fingertip did not touch the cup, but along the path the finger traced, the air seemed to distort slightly, revealing a faint golden glimmer that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, flashing by in an instant.

Then, something happened that left Zhou Wenxuan speechless!

He heard a very faint "crack" sound, as if the porcelain had cracked naturally inside, from the perfectly intact porcelain cup in front of him.

It actually followed the trajectory of Chi Yangzi's sword finger, and neatly split in the middle, evenly dividing into two halves!

The crack was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been carefully cut by the sharpest jade knife.

But that's not the most amazing thing!

Most incredibly, not a single drop of the murky liquid that was originally full of the glass spilled out as the glass broke!

The clear liquor, as if wrapped in an invisible film, split evenly in two as the glass was broken.

Each piece floated quietly in the two separate porcelain halves, the water level still flat, shimmering with amber light, even clearer and more enticing than before, exuding a rich aroma of wine!

"This...this is impossible!" Zhou Wenxuan exclaimed in shock, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He rubbed his eyes violently, wondering if he was hallucinating from drinking too much.

The fact that the cup cracked out of thin air could be attributed to some kind of skillful internal force or ingenuity, but the fact that the wine neither spilled nor fell completely defied any common sense he knew!

Chi Yangzi was quite satisfied with the effect he had achieved, and stroked his beard with a smile.

"A little trick, 'dividing the cup to retain the wine,' please excuse my poor performance, Young Master Zhou. As for this wine, I've also 'woke it up' for you, removing the impurities and keeping the essence. Try it, the taste should be a bit better than before."

With trembling hands, Zhou Wenxuan carefully picked up one half of the cup. It was slightly warm to the touch, the porcelain was smooth, and the cracks didn't feel sharp at all. He brought it to his lips and took a sip.

The liquor went down his throat, and he shuddered! This was nothing like the usual strong liquor from his own restaurant.

It was clearly a rich, mellow, and lingering nectar! A warm feeling spread throughout my body, even invigorating my spirit!

"Immortal...Immortal wine!" he blurted out, his gaze filled with utter shock as he looked at the half-cup of wine in his hand and the other half-cup on the table.

This is no magic trick! How could magic make wine taste so delicious? And how could it be divided into cups so exquisitely?