"Count me in."
The Pauper rose to his feet. "I'm sorry, but I won't be talking to you. I'll never forget this wine. I never thought I'd experience it again in my life.
It made me realize that there were different levels of explosive power, as well as different transformations.
I think I've found my own path. "
"Eh?"
The Wine Master's eyes lit up. "If you've found it, then my wine wasn't wasted."
For a Peak Level Nine Arcanist, everyone present knew what it meant to find his path.
Once an Adept reached the peak of ninth rank, they would hit a bottleneck. Lan Jue had said Lan Qing had already reached that bottleneck. Once there was peace, there was a long period of time to find their own path, to feel the protogenia of the world around them. Only when they were one with the protogenia, separated from the mundane, could they control their protogenia. Only then could they become a Paragon.
It was a difficult process, and that was why there were so few Paragons. But they were also incredibly strong.
Paragons and Adepts were on different levels.
Simply put, Lan Jue was a ninth rank seventh rank Adept. With his dual Disciplines, he was confident he could take on most ninth rank ninth rank Adepts. But even ten peak-level Adepts working together wouldn't stand a chance against a single Paragon. That was the difference in power between the two of them.
The reason Lan Jue and Lan Qing had such a bright future ahead of them was because they had found their own path while they were still Adepts.
Lan Jue's Ascension was his path, and his protogenia was his protogenia.
Once he reached the peak of ninth level.
He'd be able to avoid many detours.
He'd be able to understand protogenia.
The Pauper didn't have this talent.
Although he'd been at the peak of ninth level for many years, he hadn't been able to understand it.
Now that he'd found a clue to his own path through a bottle of wine, it was a wonderful thing.
The Pauper spoke up. "I'm starting to get the feeling. I need to meditate and remember what I'm feeling.
If you're looking for the descendants of the Three Gods of Wine, take me with you. I only hope that when you find their wine, I'll have a chance to drink it.
I'm sure.
If he could drink this kind of wine again, he would definitely find the right path.
I've been accumulating for so many years, so the possibility of success is not small. "
"Alright." The Wine Master's response was concise and to the point.
"Let's call it a day.
I'm not going to eat anything today. I'm going to meditate and make sure I remember the taste of the wine better. "The Gourmet's obsession with food and wine was top-notch.
Lan Jue: "Wine Master, there's something I need to discuss with you."
"Yes."
After leaving the Gourmet's Hut, Lan Jue followed the Wine Master to his old Gothic winery.
By now the Wine Master's face had returned to normal. He caressed the bottle in his hand, and a look of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
"I don't know if I'll be able to find another bottle of wine like this in my lifetime." He sighed softly.
Lan Jue smiled.
"It's definitely possible.
I'll help you.
Who wouldn't want more?
Not only did the beggar feel it, but I also felt it.
That constant, layered flavor of explosion.
It was wonderful.
I didn't expect something as gentle as this to have such a domineering taste.
Extreme darkness brings bliss, extreme yin gives birth to yang.
Of all the red wine I've ever tasted, this is the most intense. "
The Wine Master nodded. "Yes!
It's the best wine I've ever tasted in my life. No matter what, I have to find the descendants of the Three Gods of Wine. "
Lan Jue: "That's why I came with you. If we're going to the Western League, is our destination far from the Barrows?"
"The Barrows?" The Wine Master paused. "How do you know that's where we're going?"
"Huh?" Lan Jue blinked, then laughed. "It can't be that much of a coincidence, right?
Our school is going to organize a trip to the Barrows Planet.
The descendants of the Three Gods of Wine are there? "
The Wine Master shook his head. "I don't know if they're there or not, but there are clues that point to their existence. I asked the Clairvoyant to take a look, and he pointed us in the direction of the Barrows. The Barrows is similar to our home planet, so that's where we're headed."
Lan Jue smiled. "That's fine, I'm going there anyway.
I'll follow the school as a tourist. How you get there is up to you.
Should we leave in a few days? "
The Wine Master thought for a moment. "That's fine.
We're free these days, and the Gourmet is back.
Let's go take a look.
Hopefully we'll find something.
You're going to represent Skyfire Avenue at the Major League's Great Adept Tournament. That should be fine, right? "
Lan Jue: "I'm planning on going from the Western League to Luo. It's closer.
I'll meet up with everyone there. "
"Yeah, that's fine.
That's more than enough time.
So when are you guys going to the Barrows? "
Lan Jue: "In the next few days. I didn't ask for the specifics.
I'll go to the school this afternoon and ask around.
Anyway, you can go there directly when you're ready. We'll meet there. "
"Alright.
I'll let the Pauper know. If he wants to go, he can come with us. "The Wine Master nodded.
Lan Jue smiled wryly. "Can you at least get him to change clothes? It doesn't look right!"
The Wine Master chuckled. "You don't need to worry about that. The Pauper is one of the strongest Adepts in the world. In his early years he was a dashing young man, but because of his Discipline, he's become what he is now.
The reason he became a Pauper was to find his own path. Now that he has a clue, changing clothes won't be a problem. "
Wasn't that right?
It was too obvious that the two of them were going to take a Pauper with them.
Lan Jue didn't tell him about the Empress. That was a private matter. Skyfire Avenue had already helped him a great deal, and he didn't want to trouble the Wine Master with this.
Of course, if he couldn't handle the situation, he'd ask for help.
The Gothic Winery. Lan Jue went back to get his bicycle. Then he'd make a trip to the school.
Suddenly!
"Help me!"
As Lan Jue pondered how to save the Moonfiend Empress, a faint voice spoke in his mind. It jolted him out of his reverie.
His eyes sharpened. Lightning crackled in the depths of his eyes.
The cry for help was coming from the Soulcaller gem.
"Come to Grace Hospital." An old voice called out. It was deep and sinister.
Lan Jue's eyes widened. The Soulcaller gem was bound to the user, and could only be used by the user. Someone else's voice could infiltrate Zhou Qianlin's mind. This meant that whoever controlled Zhou Qianlin was not only strong, but also a master of psychic magic.
The Soulcaller gem's call came to an abrupt end. Everything was quiet.
Who was it?
Lan Jue didn't rush into action. It was important to remain calm at a time like this.
Judging from the voice, it should be an old man who lived in Grace Hospital. He often went there, so with his memory, he naturally had a certain level of familiarity with the old people there. Old faces flashed through his mind, and finally, he stopped on one face.
An old, silent woman, always looking out the window. Her temperament was different from the others, and her eyes were calm. Was it her?
In a flash, Lan Jue turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
With his lightning-fast speed, he arrived in front of Grace Hospital's door in the blink of an eye. His aura had already turned cold, even colder than when he was an instructor of the special training class.
Even though Zhou Qianlin wasn't Hera, she was still kind. If she was hurt because of his kindness …
Lan Jue steadied himself once more, then strode into Grace Hospital.
He didn't come face to face with the elderly. Instead, he quietly merged into a power port. His senses also spread and covered the nursing home's power system in an instant.
It didn't take much effort for Lan Jue to find his target.
It was that room. The old face was still looking out the window, but there seemed to be a hint of coldness in it.
Not far from where she was sitting was a shocking blood-colored cocoon. It was surrounded by a bloody light, making it look even more sinister.
It really was her!
Electricity crackled from the power port in Grandma Bess' room. Lan Jue's eyes flashed with intense blue light as he appeared there.
He controlled his aura so that it didn't leak, but he was like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
He looked at the seated Bess with a burning gaze. "Why?" he asked in a low voice.
Bess didn't move. She didn't even look at him. Her left hand rested on the table in front of her, and Lan Jue could see that her fingernails were as red as blood.
She still looked like an ordinary, harmless person. She gave off an unfathomable feeling.
Lan Jue didn't act rashly. The blood-colored cocoon was right in front of him, but he couldn't sense Zhou Qianlin's aura. Somehow, he had a feeling that she was there.
Bess finally turned her head to look at Lan Jue. Her eyes were as clear as a young girl's, and her voice was low and raspy. "There's no reason.
I need something, and both of you have it.
Yours is better, so if you give it to me, then she can live. If you don't, then I'll take it from her. "
"What do you want?" Lan Jue asked in a low voice.
It's a new week. I hope everyone can vote for me. If you like this book, please vote more. Lil Tang needs everyone's support and help.