Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Qiao Mu naturally did not know that You Batian and someone of dubious background were in cahoots to scheme against her.

  Even if she did know, she would probably just scoff at them.

  Did he really think that a miracle drug that tripled one’s cultivation really had no side effects?

  Taking it gave temporary euphoria, but did he not want his life after that?

  Each person could only withstand a certain amount of spiritual energy. If not so, why was there the warning that you could not be greedy and advance prematurely when leveling up?

  Once a person’s body was subjected to an amount that exceeded the threshold, the person was liable to explode and die.

  Qiao Mu was unaware that someone had incited Family Head You to counter her. At this moment, she was leading Young Sir Zhu as well as Qi Xuanxuan and the rest along the prosperous main street of Wengka City.

  Both sides of Wengka City’s main street were arranged with pots of chrysanthemums today. However, there were very few people who actually brought out chrysanthemum wine for people to savor.

  But it was to be expected. After all, wine itself was a luxury item nowadays.

  This year’s Chrysanthemum Carnival was purely about admiring flowers.

  “There’s no wine!” Ma Ta was disappointed. He had wanted to taste Wengka City’s chrysanthemum wine and see how it compared to what he had tried in the past!

  Qiao Mu swept him an amused glance. “You want to drink wine?”


  “Qiaoqiao has wine?”


  “I have superior-quality bamboo leaf brew as well as home-brewed winter fruit wine. Which do you want to drink?”


  “Winter fruit wine!” Everybody chimed in unison.

  “Then let’s go!” Qiao Mu pointed up ahead at a flower rack assembled with chrysanthemum flower pots.

  There were several chairs and tables set up there for sightseers to rest.

  When they walked over, they saw that many people were sitting at the tables in front of the flower rack.

  Someone was holding a cup and judging chrysanthemum wine while swaying his head and reciting a poem.

  There were even people impatiently crowded around a table, racking their brains as they held onto bamboo tablets.

  “What are they doing?” Ma Ta curiously wormed into the crowd to check it out. He soon squeezed his way back out and told Qiao Mu and them with a chuckle, “They are providing a limited amount of chrysanthemum

  wine, but you have to correctly guess at least three of the riddles on the bamboo tablet.”


  “Did you go try?” Qi Xuanxuan and them looked at him curiously.

  Yet Ma Ta promptly shook his head. “Don’t we have winter fruit wine? No need to go snatch that chrysanthemum wine from other people.”


  Qi Xuanxuan sniggered. “It’s more that you can’t figure it out with your inadequate IQ!”


  As they spoke, they saw Duanmu Qing coming out from the crowd while holding a miniature jug of wine.

  Everybody’s eyes lit up at this sight.

  “Duanmu, how many riddles did you get right?”


  “The maximum.”


  Everyone: “…”


  “How many is the maximum?”


  “Twelve riddles.”


  “All correct?” Qi Xuanxuan blinked curiously.

  “Mhm.” Everyone pulled over chairs from nearby and sat down at a square table.

  They each retrieved a small cup from their inner worlds and took a sip of the wine that Duanmu Qing poured them. They all smacked their lips.

  “It’s too weak.”


  “Feels like it got watered down!”


  Ma Ta set down his cup in disappointment, while everybody else also set down their cups after a sip.

  What was good about diluted wine!

  Qiao Mu took out a jade wine gourd from her inner world. “Taste my winter fruit wine.”


  Everybody performed the same motion of emptying their cups to try Qiao Mu’s winter fruit wine.

  Yet who knew that an old senior in rags would pop out and cheekily shout while holding a big, chipped bowl, “Don’t, don’t, don’t. You must not let it go to waste! Fellow friends, let me drink it if you don’t want it!”.