"It's simple. Sienna can just refine it directly and use it as she pleases. As for Wood, it'll be a bit more troublesome—you'll have to open the lid, then add the diluted wine and water before you can finish." said the Wine Immortal.
Evan Yang was startled at first, but after the Wine Immortal demonstrated, he realized that while the wine jar looked small from the outside, it actually contained a hidden space inside—capable of holding huge amounts of wine and water, and ignoring weight altogether.
Once Sienna and Wood understood, the Wine Immortal smiled and said, "Now you both know how to use it, right?"
"Mm." Evan and Sienna both nodded.
"With these, diluting wine will be much easier—you won't have to worry about finding a giant jar anymore," the Wine Immortal said with a smile.
Evan was genuinely impressed by the wine jar—it could easily hold the liquid equivalent of several large houses. Sienna felt the same way.
Once both had put away their small wine jars, the Wine Immortal smiled and said, "Alright, you two can head down the mountain now."
"Wine Immortal, we'll take our leave then." Evan knew it was time to go. Although he couldn't call him 'Master,' he was still deeply grateful to the Wine Immortal.
"Go on." The Wine Immortal smiled.
The two then bid farewell to the Wine Immortal, left Fragrant Wine House, and walked down the mountain.
Her aura startled everyone, making them step back. None expected this ugly woman to be a master.
Sienna ignored their reactions, took a few steps, and vanished.
'She left?' The crowd exchanged glances. 'There's still one,' someone shouted.
Not very loyal, huh?' Evan muttered, realizing he had to pick a side or they wouldn't let him go.
Evan played the part of a simple herb-gatherer, asking, 'If I join you, will I get riches and glory?'
When Evan said he was after riches, everyone started offering him all sorts of terms, making his head spin. Finally, he said, 'There are too many of you, I can't decide. Which family is strongest?'
The Fenn Family guard was delighted, 'Of course, we're the Fenn Family—the top clan in the Ninefold Star System.'
With that, no one dared argue. Everyone knew the Fenn Family was the top clan.
Seeing everyone silent, Evan smiled, 'Then I'll choose the Fenn Family.'
Smart move, kid! Come, I'll take you to see our Second Young Master. He'll be thrilled.' The guard was delighted.
Evan followed obediently, making the others both angry and jealous. How could this mortal judge by clan strength?
With no other options, the two disciples of the Wine Immortal were gone, so the rest had to return and report.
Evan easily blended into the Fenn Family, but the guard explained this was only the Second Young Master's manor.
Even a young master's manor was huge—comparable to a small city.
You Fenns really are rich,' Evan said, clicking his tongue.
Just follow our young master, and you'll eat and drink well—riches and glory are yours.' The guard smiled.
Evan smiled, 'Is this manor just for the Second Young Master?'
Yes, it's the Second Young Master's private residence and guards,' the guard replied.
The Fenn Family is really big—a private residence is a whole manor,' Evan laughed.
That's right.' The guard was pleased to have lured Evan in, while Evan secretly thought, 'I'll start with you.'
The guard soon brought Evan to the Second Young Master's quarters. The young master was looking troubled, but seeing Evan cheered him up—he had witnessed Evan being accepted as the Wine Immortal's disciple.
Seeing Evan meant he'd been brought into the Fenn Family—wine would no longer be a problem.
What's your name?' the Second Young Master asked with a smile.
Second Young Master, just call me Ian Wood,' Evan replied, feigning timidity.
Good, good, Ian Wood. From now on, you're an honored guest of the Fenn Family. Did you receive the Wine Immortal's true teachings?' the Second Young Master asked.
I've graduated—what do you mean by 'true teachings?' Evan asked with a smile.
Graduated? Then you must know Skygrain Wine.' the Second Young Master said.
Skygrain Wine is a mid-grade spirit. After brewing, it must age for at least ten years before opening. Higher concentration requires more years.' Evan replied.
Good, good. I want Skygrain Wine at thirty percent concentration.' the Second Young Master said.
That'll take thirty years?' Evan exclaimed.
Thirty years is nothing—it passes in a blink.' For someone of the Second Young Master's cultivation, decades go by quickly.
But Evan frowned, 'I'm mortal—I'll be old in thirty years.'
No problem. As long as you keep brewing for the Fenn Family, I'll provide you with elixirs.' the Second Young Master said.
Elixirs?' Evan asked suspiciously.
Yes, here. This one can extend your life by fifty years.' the Second Young Master said.
Evan examined the pill—it was only a Heaven-grade elixir. For mortals, it could add fifty years, but no more than five could be taken.
He didn't mention this—otherwise, he'd blow his cover. He just acted surprised, 'Is it really that miraculous?'
Of course, why would I lie? If you brew the wine well, I'll give you four more.' the Second Young Master said.
Alright, how much do you need brewed?' Evan asked curiously.
The more the better.' the Second Young Master said.
Evan's face twitched. 'Second Young Master, I'm just a mortal—my strength is limited. There's got to be a limit.' he said awkwardly.
Alright, how about this: Each month, you can brew ten vats for me. The rest of your time is yours. For materials and payment, ask the guard who brought you,' Second Young Master Fenn said, pointing at the guard.
Ten vats would take at least ten days. Evan was speechless, but he gladly accepted, even asking Second Young Master Fenn for a private room where he wouldn't be disturbed.
Second Young Master Fenn immediately arranged everything for Evan.
Once everything was ready, Evan rested for a day before starting work.
Meanwhile, the Second Young Master and the guard were chatting happily in the study.
They didn't realize Evan overheard everything.
Second Young Master, why recruit someone who just graduated? The Three Star System is huge—he's not the only one who can brew wine,' the guard asked, puzzled.
You don't understand. Skygrain Wine is the Wine Immortal's unique creation—no one else can brew it, especially since no one knows the recipe. Who'd have thought a mortal got his true teachings?' Second Young Master Fenn said with a smile.
But what if he fails?' The guard found it risky to let someone who just graduated brew—if the wine failed after thirty years, they'd have wasted their effort.
You're missing the point. He buys the materials, brews the wine—you follow him and note every ingredient. When the time is right, we can kill him,' Second Young Master Fenn sneered.
The guard saw the logic—once the recipe was learned, any master brewer could make true Skygrain Wine.
Evan, hearing their conversation, thought, 'So they want my recipe? Not so easy. But this works—I can start with them. Maybe Second Young Master Fenn has records of the Tyrant Seal Art.'
Evan wasted no time. The next day, he went with the guard to select materials—choosing everything, related or not to Skygrain Wine, and always the most expensive.
Then they went to Second Young Master Fenn's special brewing room. Evan started making wine, while the guard tried to spy from outside. But whenever it mattered, Evan closed the door or 'accidentally' knocked something over, then quietly slipped some ingredients into the pot.
The guard never managed to catch all Evan's tricks or spot what he missed.
After ten days, Evan's ten vats were ready, but the guard still hadn't figured out the recipe. He'd have to wait until next month.
After that, Evan was free. He often asked the guard for Fiend Star Sources and went out in the city to enjoy himself.
Of course, the guard gave it to him. But after a while, he realized Evan spent a lot—sometimes ten thousand Fiend Star Sources a day, sometimes a hundred thousand. Furious, the guard went to complain to Second Young Master Fenn.
Second Young Master Fenn just said, 'Let him spend as he likes. The main thing is getting the recipe.'
The guard could only give in—whenever Evan asked for Fiend Star Sources, he handed them over.
Over time, Evan bought all sorts of things—especially vats, big and small. One day, after making sure no one was following, he slipped away, used his cultivation, and vanished.
He went to the Tower. At this critical moment, he wanted to brew some premium wine.
'Premium wine needs at least a hundred years. Tenfold concentration takes a thousand years. The Wine Immortal never succeeded—can I pull it off?' Evan wondered.
To be safe, Evan brewed wines ranging from onefold to tenfold concentration. When all was ready, he stored the vats in a special area, keeping others away to avoid disturbing them.
Afterward, Evan thought for a moment—still not satisfied, he brewed high-grade wines from onefold to tenfold concentration. As for supreme wine, he wanted to make it but lacked the recipe. He left the Tower, took Hidden Dragon Elixir, and returned to his mortal form.
The guard could only give in—whenever Evan asked for Fiend Star Sources, he handed them over.
Over time, Evan bought all sorts of things—especially vats, big and small. One day, after making sure no one was following, he slipped away, used his cultivation, and vanished.
He went to the Tower. At this critical moment, he wanted to brew some premium wine.
"Premium wine needs at least a hundred years. Tenfold concentration takes a thousand years. The Wine Immortal never succeeded—can I pull it off?" Evan wondered.
To be safe, Evan brewed wines ranging from onefold to tenfold concentration. When all was ready, he stored the vats in a special area, keeping others away to avoid disturbing them.
Afterward, Evan thought for a moment—still not satisfied, he brewed high-grade wines from onefold to tenfold concentration. As for supreme wine, he wanted to make it but lacked the recipe. He left the Tower, took Hidden Dragon Elixir, and returned to his mortal form.