From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

"I'm just a little waterbird, I don't drink alcohol."

How much wine can a strange beast that can be picked up by a person drink? Gu Heting has only ever tasted the sake he brewed himself.

Herbal medicinal wines have a low alcohol content.

After a few drinks of fine wine, I'd probably be asleep the next day.

"This wine is called Jade Tears. Although it has the alcohol content of wine, it is a fine brew for cultivators. A few sips will leave you feeling completely sober." Tang Jingxuan filled the wine cup and placed it in front of the little water bird.

Gu Heting took a small sip and found it tasted somewhat like rice wine.

It has the sweet aroma of rice wine, and also a slight intoxication.

Most importantly, he suddenly gained a foreign spiritual energy. This spiritual energy was small, but it made his lower body feel warm.

"This is spirit wine."

A warm sensation spread from top to bottom; Gu Heting was certain of this feeling. This was not the kind of brewed wine for ordinary people, but a fine wine suitable for cultivators.

"How does it taste?"

"It's a little sweet, and then it gets cloying. It's a little bitter when you drink it, a slightly bitter feeling. The taste is very complex, like..." Gu Heting couldn't say it, after all, whether in this life or the previous one, he wasn't a big drinker.

"Just like the myriad aspects of life, isn't it? Bitterness, spiciness, sweetness, and fragrance all converge here." Tang Jingxuan swirled the cup in her hand, swallowing the sweet and sour, slightly bitter wine.

He gently swirled his wine glass, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Actually, I think cultivators are just people with long lifespans. There are too many unchanging things in this vast world, but people grow old. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are inescapable, and cultivators will also perish."

"Humans have their sorrows and worries, and cultivators are no exception. Since that's the case, why not have a drink and enjoy life while we can?"

Gu Heting is not a fool.

Before his time travel, he sold insurance due to his lack of education. Many people speak on a whim, especially those who have had too much to drink.

How could the second young master of the Tang family be so carefree as to indulge in pleasure?

"This bowl of wine is yours. This time, I really won't keep you company."

After drinking a bowl of wine, Tang Jingxuan left the pavilion and courtyard.

Following the long corridor of the Tang family, passing through the desolate back garden, and finally reaching the interior of Tang Family Fortress, an old man was sitting on a futon, meditating.

But the old man's beard was white and his eyes were red and swollen.

He clearly lacked energy and spirit. Seeing someone arrive, the old man slightly opened his eyes: "You've been drinking."

"Father"

Tang Jingxuan bowed respectfully. The old man's name was Tang Zhenghong, the only son of the first ancestor of Tangjiabao. He had personally witnessed his father rise from a fish farmer to a cultivator.

The Tang family's rise to prominence was all due to him.

It was Tang Zhenghong's suggestion to open the gates wide to talented individuals and allow all the wandering cultivators of the world to settle in Tangjiabao.

No one is perfect, and the biggest mistake Tangjiabao made was trespassing into the mangrove forest.

The mangrove forest in Wushan was filled with miasma, which not only killed many rogue cultivators, but also left me with internal injuries.

The rise of the Tang family was unstoppable.

This upheaval has revealed a decline in their power, giving the Li family, also a powerful sect, a hint of dominance.

"What's wrong? Have you had too many upsetting things happen to you these past few days?"

Tang Jingxuan rubbed his forehead in response to his father's question: "Father, these past few days have been filled with evil spirits causing chaos. I am incompetent and have no clue what to do."

"Don't blame yourself, this is abnormal. Overworking will only lead to a dead end. Come here, child. Your father is going to go blind soon."

Tang Zhenghong waved to Tang Jingxuan in front of him.

He was 392 years old.

A Foundation Establishment stage cultivator's lifespan is only around 360 years. Tang Zhenghong is injured, yet he's still alive only by clinging to life.

He reached out his old, bony hand and stroked Tang Jingxuan's face.

"Cheng Hu is irritable, but his temper has been tempered a little."

"In my youth, no matter how dashing I was, I was nothing but withered bones and desolate souls of the Tang family. Now that I am old, you are the future of the Tang family."

Tang Zhenghong brushed aside the white hair at Tang Jingxuan's temples.

He had only been in charge of the Tang family for 15 years. The once brilliant young man, who had been observing the mountains and listening to the rain, was now showing signs of fatigue.

"Father, I don't know where to begin my investigation. I've searched through historical records these past few days, but I know nothing about the Corpse Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhenghong remained silent for a long time.

The future of the family belongs to the two of them.

The crisis was also theirs. He was old, had weathered too many storms, and was a bit senile in many ways.

"Let's start the investigation from the source." Tang Zhenghong didn't drink alcohol like Tang Jingxuan. Instead, he took a small sip of tea.

"The Li Family"

"Mineral veins".

"The Cave of a Thousand People"

The sound was very soft, so soft that only Tang Zhenghong, the father, could hear it.

The next morning.

The little waterbird exhaled loudly. Last night, there was another invasion by evil cultivators, and then there was the forging of talismans. Before leaving, it even took a sip of wine. It woke up this morning feeling a little groggy.

As usual, Xiang Wanqing held a small water bird in his arms.

Gu Heting didn't need to walk; he could simply look around.

Xiang Wanqing gently poked the little water bird's head, noticing Gu Heting's exhaustion: "You slept with me yesterday. Why do you look so tired? Did you steal something last night?"

Can you please not say that I slept with you?

Don't you know that sounds strange?

Gu Heting felt a headache coming on.

Song Baitao and Jiang Qiushui looked well. After all, they had rested quite a bit yesterday. Jiang Qiushui summoned her flying boat.

After being escorted out by the yellow-robed steward.

After a bumpy journey, everyone arrived at Xiaoshan Sect.

The moment he received the laurel and parasol tree fruit, Gu Heting went straight to the alchemy room and summoned the alchemy furnace from his ring.

He then opened the Great Dao Pill Manual.

Chapter 7 of the Great Dao Elixir Manual

【All Poisons and Miasma-Avoiding Pill】

[A thousand feet of poison, a foot of crimson, burning corpses to ashes, bones thick with blood.]

Once this elixir is refined, it will grant a degree of self-control over most evil spirits and poisonous miasma.

[Note: This is not a complete solution.]

Self-control is not the cure for poison.

The ingredients for this elixir include: Three-Flavor Herb, Angelica dahurica, Cardamom Fruit, Centipede Grass, Red Phoenix Flower, and other eight herbs.

[All prepared: laurel and phoenix tree fruit.]

Now that the laurel and parasol tree fruits are ready, we must obtain the miasma-avoiding pill.

let's start.

"Boiling fire in a green cauldron."

Two snakes coiled around the furnace, and the fire rose. Now, only one ingredient was missing. Gu Heting took out a laurel and paulownia fruit from his ring. He peeled off the outer skin of the laurel and paulownia fruit.

Its interior has a warm reddish texture.

"Then, let's put it into the cauldron."

"Boiled Elixir in Red Fire"

The raging flames filled the entire alchemy furnace. The laurel and phoenix tree fruits began to melt. Various poisonous herbs flowed into the furnace. Puffs of purple, poisonous smoke rose into the sky.

This alchemy practice was influenced by both Zheng He and the late Qing Dynasty.

Song Baitao and Jiang Qiushui were on their left and right sides, respectively.

Purple poisonous pills soared into the sky.

In the final moments before the laurel and parasol tree fruit were refined, a wisp of pink smoke drifted in. The aroma was wonderful, making one forget many of their troubles.

The toxic fumes mingled with the purple powdery smoke.

The fruit of the laurel and the parasol tree is associated with eight kinds of poisonous pills.

The poison pill, made with laurel and parasol tree as the medicinal guide, was completed.