Surviving in the Demonic Sect, one begins cultivation by retrieving corpses.

On the second floor, Gu Zhao and his four companions sat in a circle around a table in a private room.

The stableman leaned back on the cushions, his whole body relaxed and sprawled out, his gaze fixed on the singing and dancing in the hall downstairs.

Before the food and drinks were served, there was only a plate of sliced ​​fresh fruit on the table. He casually picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it, his eyes squinting contentedly.

Listening to the singing and dancing around him, he clapped his hands on his thighs.

That felt so good!

The stableman sighed, "This is the kind of life a wealthy person should live."

The other three body retrievers looked almost the same.

Gu Zhao remained seated upright, looking at the four of them.

shook his head.

Perhaps because I had too many entertainment options in my past life, I didn't feel this way about this scene.

Before long, the waiters brought in wine and dishes one after another.

The glistening, plump spirit rice, paired with dishes cooked with spirit beast fat, creates a rich and fragrant aroma that fills the air.

Each of the five people ordered a pot of spiritual wine, and this banquet cost a total of 25,000 magic coins.

The accompanying food and wine were certainly not ordinary grains.

The four men in the stable were already very hungry, and seeing this, they didn't hold back and immediately began to devour their food.

This was the first time Gu Zhao had ever eaten food stir-fried with spirit beast meat. It was indeed delicious and even more nourishing than spirit rice.

After eating, I felt warm all over!

After the five of them had eaten until they were half full, the real highlight slowly began.

Five beautiful maids gracefully approached, each carrying a tray upon which rested a jade wine gourd, their bodies emanating a chilling aura.

The men in the stable immediately brightened up, half their gaze falling on the jade gourd of fine wine, while the other half lingered on the faces of the maids.

These women were quite beautiful, but their aura was ordinary, clearly indicating that they had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation.

In the path of cultivation, the fetal movement stage is the first threshold to step onto the path of immortality.

Many people have studied Taoism for two years in the Mingyi Sect for free, exhausting their efforts, yet still find it difficult to condense even a trace of internal energy within their bodies.

But once you've seen the vast and magnificent world of cultivation, who would be willing to return to a mundane existence?

For this reason, countless people who were not destined for the Great Dao chose to stay in the Mingyi Sect. Over time, this led to the emergence of the boys who did odd jobs in the corpse retrieval room, and the maids who serve the guests before us.

Most of the soldiers in the Zhenhe Division were people without any foundation in cultivation.

Only a Foundation Establishment True Person can plant "Character Qi" in the dantian, thus barely stepping onto the path of cultivation, but they are also permanently imprisoned at the embryonic movement stage, unable to make any progress in their entire lives.

This practice, while potentially prolonging life and strengthening the body, can be considered a fortunate opportunity.

However, once one is imbued with the Qi of the talisman, their life is entirely in the hands of the talisman's master, and they have no say in their own destiny.

The five maids before me were in this very situation; they were all unwilling to be mediocre and were trying to gamble their uncertain futures here.

If the opportunity is right, one might be noticed by a powerful figure in the sect, thus rising to prominence or finding a path to advancement.

As Gu Zhao pondered this, he saw four maids slowly walking towards him, each gently offering him a wine gourd.

Here, if you take the wine jug from the maid's tray, you can have her by your side alone tonight.

These maids in Gyeongwon-dong, also known as "wine maids," were all proficient in singing, dancing, music, calligraphy, painting, and chess.

Gu Zhao had misunderstood what the stablekeeper had said, thinking it was something like "one-stop service"!

In reality, the women in this bar only sell their art, not their bodies, and not everyone can get close to them freely.

They will only entrust their hearts and souls to someone they truly love.

Gu Zhao hesitated for a moment, then casually picked up a wine gourd from among them.

The remaining three women all looked disappointed.

Despite being dressed as a servant, Gu Zhao was undeniably handsome.

In particular, her aloof temperament usually keeps strangers at bay, but when she smiles, it's like a gentle spring breeze.

Such grace and charm cannot be ignored.

The four female servants inside Jingyuan Cave had not seen many people either.

On the other side, the stable staff and others blushed with embarrassment as the three maids approached gracefully.

The three women, who were adept at navigating social gatherings and banquets, would never allow the situation to become awkward.

One of them smiled and teased softly, "Master Daoist, why do you look drunk before you've even tasted the wine?"

The men who retrieved the body hurriedly waved their hands, frantically protesting, "We're not drunk, we're not drunk!"

A few lighthearted laughs instantly warmed up the atmosphere at the table again.

Although the three women sat beside the men in the stable, their beautiful eyes kept glancing at Gu Zhao, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

After everyone was seated.

The woman standing beside Gu Zhao chuckled softly, "Master Dao, is it perhaps that I am not as beautiful as the ladies?"

Why do you always look at other people and never glance at me?

Before Gu Zhao could answer, she stepped forward gracefully and gently pried open the stopper of the jade gourd with her slender, jade-like fingers.

In an instant, a pure and exquisite aroma wafted from the pot, refreshing and delightful.

Gu Zhao felt all the greasiness from the delicious spiritual rice dish he had just eaten vanish instantly, and every pore on his body opened up and relaxed.

A refreshing sensation spread throughout my body, and a rich, intoxicating aroma slowly permeated the surroundings.

This feeling is truly indescribable.

Seeing this, the maid explained softly, "This wine is called Monkey Fruit Wine."

"Legend has it that it was made by a celestial monkey that gathered rare and precious fruits from the mountains and fields, including the Zizi Fruit, the Longevity Peach Fruit, and the Ziju Flower, and then carefully brewed it over a period of forty-nine days."

"This monkey fruit wine is a unique secret recipe of our Jingyuan Cave, all brewed by cultivators at the Qi Refining Realm."

"Regular consumption can calm the mind, harmonize the scattered internal energy, and subtly nourish one's cultivation."

"More importantly... there is a chance for cultivators to enter the state of sudden enlightenment."

As the maid spoke, she tilted the jade pot slightly, slowly pouring the clear, spiritual wine into the jade cup, and then presented it to Gu Zhao with both hands.

"Master Dao, please have a taste."

Gu Zhao drank it all in one gulp.

The cool, mellow liquor flowed down my throat and into my stomach, a refreshing and warm sensation slowly spreading, then quietly circulating through my limbs and bones, nourishing my entire body.

At the same time, I could hear the comfortable groans and sighs of the stable people nearby.

The corpse retrievers had never enjoyed such a fine spirit wine before. Suddenly nourished by its medicinal power, they felt uncontrollably comfortable.

In contrast, Gu Zhao was much more composed.

He had already offered sacrifices to the sacrificial cauldron several times and obtained spiritual items far exceeding this "monkey fruit wine".

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the maid beside him.

They had already figured out the origins of the five men, knowing they were just corpse retrievers from the lower courtyard of the Mingyi Sect. They had come to squander money, probably because they had just received a generous reward from their job at the Yinshui River.

Such a situation is commonplace in Jingyuan Cave.

Ordinary servants, once they drink this kind of spiritual wine, are all as excited and unable to control themselves as the four stablemen, and they lose their composure quite a bit.

A person as proper as Gu Zhao,

It seems that only outer disciples are left.

The other three female servants held the young man in even higher regard.