19: Chapter 19: Alcohol addiction

Wang Bin simply offered a few words of encouragement, and the couple, filled with gratitude and unease, departed.

In truth, Wang Bin felt no great ripple in his heart regarding whether Qin Hongyu could successfully brew the Spirit Wine.

His actions this time were more out of gratitude for Qin Hongyu; after all, the idea she proposed was like a ray of light in the darkness, opening a whole new door to wealth for Wang Bin.

Currently, Wang Bin was like a lucky person holding a Treasure Trove map, having found a way to achieve great success.

Those small businesses that once held some value in his eyes, such as brewing, now seemed like fleeting clouds, no longer able to pique his interest.

However, wine held a special magic for him.

Just the thought of wine appearing in his mind made his throat feel as if an invisible hand had gently stroked it, causing him to involuntarily swallow.

Recalling the past, in that ordinary world without Xuanhuan Cultivation elements, Wang Bin was a hero in the drinking scene.

He could easily drink a pound of liquor, and beer was like drinking water; he could keep drinking it.

That feeling of uninhibited enjoyment still made him nostalgic.

But who would have thought that after he stepped into this Cultivation World, tobacco and alcohol seemed to become things from another world, completely cut off from him.

However, upon closer thought, this was not a change in himself, but rather that the Wood Attribute body he occupied had no dependence on these worldly things.

Wang Bin closed his eyes and deeply immersed himself in Qingmu's memories, as if flipping through an ancient and mysterious book.

As the memories unfolded, he finally understood the reason.

The original owner of this Wood Attribute body had lived an extremely hard life.

He was like an ascetic walking alone in the darkness, silently enduring material scarcity for the elusive path of Cultivation.

For the long period of the first 80 years, all his energy was focused on accumulating Spirit Stones to purchase a Foundation Establishment Pill.

Every Spirit Stone condensed his countless sweat and hardships.

He finally succeeded in Foundation Establishment, and just when he thought he could relax, a new goal appeared before him.

In recent decades, he began to scrimp and save again to buy breakthrough pills, continuing to struggle on this difficult path of Cultivation.

In the world of Cultivators, there was a unique Law of survival.

After becoming a Cultivator, one needed to be especially careful with diet.

Those foods from the mortal world were like sweet poison to Cultivators.

They not only failed to provide any assistance to Cultivation but also left various Impurities after entering the body.

These Impurities were like hidden enemies that would erode a Cultivator's body and spiritual power, requiring a large amount of time and energy to expel.

Of course, if one had enough resources and could consume spirit rice, Demon Beast Meat, and spirit wine every day, it would undoubtedly accelerate the Cultivation process like riding a fast train.

But such a luxurious life, for Qingmu, was like the stars in the sky—seemingly brilliant, yet out of reach.

He could only helplessly bury these beautiful imaginations deep in his heart and continue his austere life.

Some things are like demons sealed deep in the heart; normally, they can be suppressed without a trace, but once there is a trigger, they will surge like a torrent, instantly breaking through the dam.

Wine, for Wang Bin, was such an existence. At this moment, the craving for wine grew wildly in his heart like weeds, no longer able to be suppressed.

He did not hesitate, immediately casting the Art of Flying Sword.

His Flying Sword flashed with light, instantly transforming into a streak of light, and in less than a few breaths, he arrived at the outer city of White Cloud City.

In the center of White Cloud City's outer city, there was a particularly conspicuous inn.

This five-story inn was like a luxurious palace standing in the mundane world.

The walls of each floor were inlaid with golden decorations, shining brightly under the sunlight, showcasing its high-end, grand, and classy appearance.

Above the inn's entrance, an ancient plaque was carved with the four characters "Yunlai Inn," the calligraphy resembling a soaring Dragon and a dancing Phoenix, as if containing mysterious power.

As soon as Wang Bin landed at the inn's entrance, he frowned slightly, his heart full of surprise.

He truly couldn't imagine such a magnificent building existing in such a remote small city.

His gaze slowly moved across the inn's walls and decorations, and a thought couldn't help but surface in his mind: if Yao Beasts attacked, wouldn't this exquisite building instantly turn into ruins?

However, this thought merely flashed through his mind, like a small pebble thrown into a lake, only creating a slight ripple.

Because he quickly found the answer in Qingmu's vast ocean-like memories.

This was a Cultivator's world; here, power was everything.

Cultivators with miraculous Cultivation Techniques were like giants with the power of gods.

Take the construction of this inn, for example: a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator practicing an Earth Attribute Cultivation Technique and a Wood Attribute Cultivator working together could create astonishing miracles.

They would only need half a day to make this tall inn rise from the ground.

As for the exquisite decorations inside the inn, every detail was incredibly delicate, as if it were a work of art.

The reason Wang Bin knew all this was because he had personally participated in similar projects.

Each time he participated in such work, he could earn about 10 Low-Grade Spirit Stones as compensation.

Moreover, on the day the inn opened, he would also be warmly invited by the hospitable owner as a distinguished guest, enjoying a lavish free meal.

That truly was a wonderful memory—the work was easy and simple, without any danger, and he could receive generous rewards and enjoy delicious food.

As soon as Wang Bin landed, his powerful Divine Sense, like invisible tentacles, instantly enveloped the entire inn.

He was like a mysterious observer with X-ray vision, taking in everything inside the inn.

In the inn's lobby, several Cultivators were seated around tables, either conversing in low voices or drinking heartily, enjoying this rare leisure time.

And by the window on the second floor, a Cultivator wearing a bamboo hat sat quietly.

This person subtly emanated the cultivation fluctuations of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, but Wang Bin merely glanced at him casually, not paying much attention.

Wang Bin's arrival was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the inn's tranquility.

The innkeeper, Chen Dalei, a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a smiling face, sensed Wang Bin's powerful aura and quickly put down his work, scurrying to the door to greet him.

His Qi Refining Late Stage cultivation was fully displayed at this moment, his speed as fast as a gust of wind.