Hell Emperor.

Chapter 598 Ye Jie - Osmanthus Wine

The appearance of the Sage of Shufa immediately brought great joy to everyone.

With the saint here, perhaps it won't be long before the Laurel King can be successfully felled.

Ye Jie's face showed understanding. No wonder that man was so arrogant; he really had such strength and confidence.

Under the man's relentless and fierce felling, the King Laurel quickly tilted to one side. Just as everyone thought the King Laurel was about to fall, it stopped at a certain moment. The speed at which the trunk healed increased significantly. In the end, even the power of the Sage of Slaughter was overwhelmed by the King Laurel, and it was restored to its original state.

"It still doesn't work..."

The man sighed and slowly put away his axe. At his feet, a large pile of scattered wood appeared. Although he had not been able to cut down the main trunk of the laurel king, he had successfully cut down a lot of branches and leaves.

The man gathered the branches and leaves, took stock of them, and was about to leave when Ye Jie suddenly called out to him:

"Wait, I'd like to buy the laurel wood you cut down. If it's convenient, please name your price. I'll grant you whatever good karma you ask for."

Ye Jie's gaze also settled on the laurel wood that the man was holding. The trunk was untreated and covered with messy bark. Even so, the moonlight flowing over it was still captivating. It could produce extraordinary effects in the refining of any magical artifact.

Although the Ghost Seal has lost its effect and can no longer modify the Yin Virtue Records, Ye Jie had already distributed 100 billion Yin Virtue to his other companions before setting off, so that they could keep it safe. This has now solved their immediate problem.

"Virtue in secret? What are you talking about?"

The man glanced at Ye Jie and scoffed at his suggestion.

"These laurel woods are what I'm trading with the Old Man Under the Moon for wine. Just a drop of his Flower Brew is enough to make one forget all worries and sorrows; it is the most precious wine in the world. What do you want to trade with me?"

After saying this, the man made a move to leave, but couldn't help but sigh as he went: "I just don't know when he will come to Taiyin again. It seems I can only wait in vain."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jie couldn't help but stroke his chin: "So, you want some wine? If so, perhaps I can satisfy you."

The man scrutinized Ye Jie: "You? You think you can produce wine comparable to that brewed among flowers? You're not going to try and fool me with some mortal wine, are you?"

Ye Jie smiled faintly: "Don't worry, the wine I brought out is something you can't find in the mortal world, and it's definitely no worse than the Flower Brew."

The man was skeptical. He had no interest in the yin virtue Ye Jie had just mentioned; instead, the wine had deeply attracted his attention. Since he didn't know when the Old Man Under the Moon would arrive, he decided to stay and see.

"Since you put it that way, then bring me the wine!"

Ye Jie simply said, "No rush, please wait patiently."

Having said that, Ye Jie slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the King Laurel not far away, his eyes fixed on the blooming osmanthus blossoms at the treetop. He then called to his companions and said to them:

“I need as many osmanthus blossoms as possible from the top of the King Laurel. Although the King Laurel’s branches are difficult to destroy and can only be cut down by a saint of thinning, even an ordinary immortal can gather the blossoms from the top of the branches.”

Of course, the companions wouldn't refuse, and they all sprang into action, their figures carried by the bright moonlight to the branches, gently plucking the osmanthus blossoms that exuded a rich, sweet fragrance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Jie did not remain idle, but instead began searching for the whereabouts of his other companions. He quickly found Hua Xiaomei, who looked distressed, in a wasteland a hundred miles away, and Ren Changhong, who was flying around aimlessly, high in the sky near the heavens.

Unable to sense the presence of his other companions, Ye Jie had no choice but to return to the Laurel Forest. By the time he returned, he had collected almost all the osmanthus flowers.

Throughout the process, the man waited there, his expression growing increasingly impatient.
"You've wasted a lot of my time. You'd better actually bring out the wine you mentioned earlier."

Ye Jie said calmly, "You won't be disappointed."

With the osmanthus in hand, Ye Jie had a clear idea of ​​what to do. He then took out a flask of wine from his pocket.

As soon as the wine jug was in hand, a strong, fishy smell wafted out. Anyone who smelled it felt a primal, wild energy awaken within them, and the man frowned deeply.
"Such murky, ordinary wine... It seems your wine is not as wonderful as you described. I am truly disappointed."

What Ye Jie took out was the tiger bone wine he had brewed in the mortal realm using the bones of the black tiger ridden by the Jia Yin Divine General.

For ordinary immortals, tiger bone wine is a highly nourishing substance. Just one sip will make them feel full of energy and blood, and their limbs and bones will surge with inexhaustible strength. In addition, it can permanently strengthen the body and bones. However, in the eyes of the Sage of Shufa, tiger bone wine can only be regarded as mortal wine and is not worthy of his attention.

Knowing all along that tiger bone wine wouldn't work, Ye Jie wasn't worried about it:

"No need to rush. The tiger bone wine I brought out is just the base wine for brewing. Once the brewing is complete, the real product will definitely not disappoint you."

Following Ye Jie's gaze, the man also saw the laurel flowers that everyone had picked, and understood immediately:
"So, you're planning to use the fragrance of laurel blossoms to mask the turbidity in the tiger bone wine and complete the second brewing? However, this tiger bone wine has a menacing aura, and I don't know what kind of ferocious tiger it was brewed from. Even if the laurel blossoms are incredibly effective, they can't completely wash away the turbidity. Forcibly mixing two incompatible flavors will only make the final product more mixed, and it might even be worse than the original turbid wine."

The man shook his head repeatedly, feeling quite disappointed after learning about Ye Jie's preparations.

Wine is unlike anything else; it cannot be brewed by simply mixing precious ingredients together. It requires precise blending, and any mistake will greatly diminish the flavor, making it quite unpalatable.

"Do you think I haven't tried brewing osmanthus wine? For the base liquor, it's best to use sorghum liquor or corn liquor from the human world. What you've brought out is blood wine brewed from bones. The bloody smell in it is incompatible with the fragrance of osmanthus. Forcing them together will only result in a hodgepodge." The man's lips curled down, his eyes filled with disdain. By now, he no longer believed that Ye Jie could produce a wine that satisfied him. He felt that it was a waste of resources.

Ye Jie raised his eyebrows, not expecting that the man actually had some knowledge of brewing osmanthus wine. If Ye Jie were to choose, he would also use those two wines as the base, but unfortunately he didn't have any on hand, so he had to settle for tiger bone wine instead.

Ye Jie did not answer, but instead began to seriously process the materials in his hands.

He first lit the Red Lotus Stove Fire and steamed the osmanthus flowers that his companions had collected to remove their bitterness. After they were all steamed, he soaked them briefly in water and then poured them into the tiger bone wine that would be used as the base liquor. Then he took out the seasoning pouch given to him by the disciples of the Stove God Sect, put in a small amount of syrup and yeast, and sealed it.

During the process, the man watched silently from the side, looking quite impatient.

What the man didn't know was that the art of brewing also fell under the jurisdiction of the Kitchen God. With the blessing of the celestial official's power, it could be said that no one in the world knew more about brewing than Ye Jie.

Even though tiger bone wine was chosen as the base, which is completely incompatible with osmanthus, Ye Jie, as the Kitchen God, still had a way to eliminate the unpleasant smell and make the two flavors blend perfectly.

"According to your brewing method, I don't know how long it will take to finish brewing. You can just wait here. I won't keep you company any longer."

The man shook his head, convinced that Ye Jie could not brew a drink that satisfied him. His last bit of patience was completely exhausted, and he was unwilling to wait any longer. He then turned to leave.

Ye Jie then said:

"No need to wait that long, it will be brewed in a moment."

"What……"

The man was slightly taken aback. He wasn't one of those people who didn't understand wine. According to Ye Jie's brewing method, it would probably take at least ten days to half a month to brew the wine. But now, after hearing what Ye Jie said, it seemed that things were not like that.

"What's that smell?"

"It smells so good..."

Just as the man was lost in thought, a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted into everyone's nostrils. Everyone who smelled the scent felt a deep sense of intoxication and enjoyment on their faces. Even without doing anything, they felt as if their bodies were floating on clouds. The wonderful feeling made everyone forget themselves.

"That smell...could it be...but how is that possible?"

The man was slightly taken aback. Recalling Ye Jie's words, he seemed to realize something as well. The fragrance that entered everyone's noses was the unique aroma of osmanthus wine. It contained not a trace of turbidity or fishy smell. Even the turbid smell of tiger bone wine had been completely purified by the fragrance of osmanthus. What remained in everyone's noses was that extremely strong and unforgettable aroma.

As if sensing the man's doubt, Ye Jie slowly spoke and explained:
"Not long ago, I met someone who told me that the power of the moonlight contains the secrets of time. Although I disliked that person, I have to admit that what he said was absolutely right. The essence of time is hidden in the moonlight. The Moon Laurel King is a towering divine tree that grew by absorbing countless essences of the moon, and the laurel flowers that bloom on it naturally also have the divine effects of the power of the moonlight."

After hearing Ye Jie's explanation, the man's pupils narrowed slightly, and a few surprising thoughts flashed through his mind. It turned out that the reason why the osmanthus wine could be brewed in such a short time was not because Ye Jie had cut corners and shortened the time, but because the power of the moonlight had taken effect. When the power of time flowed, even the brewing process, which usually takes a long time to complete, could be completed in an instant.

After witnessing everything about the brewing process, the man's gaze towards Ye Jie gradually changed. It turned out that what Ye Jie had just said was not just empty boasting; he was indeed confident in brewing a wine that transcended the mundane world.

Ye Jie looked up and gazed into the distance, his gaze seemingly traversing endless space, and saw Xia Wei in the Cold Palace, or perhaps the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

The Three Snake Soup's enhancement of his comprehension allowed Ye Jie to discover a way to quickly brew wine by harnessing the power of the moon. Had it been him in the past, or any other immortal present, even if the power of the moon were laid out before them, they probably wouldn't know how to use it and would have had to wait a long time for the wine to be brewed.

The more Ye Jie used the power of the moonlight, the more he could feel its wonder. Unfortunately, Ye Jie could only use the power of the moonlight to brew Dao wine and could not use it for more purposes. After all, he was not an immortal who was good at this. If he wanted to thoroughly study the mysteries contained in the moonlight, even a hundred years would not be enough. He would need a much longer time. The only one in the world who could truly use the power of the moonlight to its fullest extent was the Taiyin Star Lord who ruled this place.

Although he had witnessed the power of the moonlight altering time, the man still harbored some doubts about the true taste of the osmanthus wine. Many wines only smell fragrant, but the actual taste is quite different. He wondered what the osmanthus wine would taste like.

"Now that the osmanthus wine has been brewed, why don't you open it and let me take a look?"

Thinking of this, the man could not suppress his excitement and said to Ye Jie. His slightly trembling throat seemed to reveal the urgency in his heart.

Ye Jie, who possessed the power of the Immortal Official of Prosperity, was adept at trading with other immortals. Any slight change in their expressions was enough to reveal a lot about their thoughts, and none of this could escape Ye Jie's eyes. With just a glance, he could see what the man was thinking and knew how to get the greatest benefit.

"The osmanthus wine you wanted is right here. Now it's time for you to cash in your share. Give me the laurel wood, and this osmanthus wine is yours," Ye Jie said slowly.

Upon hearing Ye Jie's request, the man dropped all the laurel wood he had just cut down without saying a word. His attention, and even the ties to his soul, were all drawn to the fragrant osmanthus wine. Compared to it, everything else seemed unimportant.

After receiving the laurel wood, Ye Jie smiled with satisfaction: "The osmanthus wine is yours."

After receiving Ye Jie's consent, the man could no longer contain his excitement. Without saying a word, he snatched the osmanthus wine and began to drink it in large gulps.

As the wine entered his throat, before the man could utter a single word, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. Every bone in his body vibrated violently, as if he had been struck by lightning. His expression was utterly terrifying, and even Nan Linghe was momentarily frightened, instinctively shrinking back.

"What...what is he doing? Could it be that the osmanthus wine is poisoned, and he's about to die from it...?"

Ye Jie's lips twitched. How could he, the Kitchen God, possibly brew poisonous wine? Nan Linghe was far too distrustful of his skills. Before he could even speak, a loud shout came from afar:
"This wine... is absolutely wonderful! It not only has the fragrance of osmanthus, but also the imposing aura of tiger bone. I have never tasted such a wonderful celestial wine before!"

(End of this chapter)