Chapter 67: The Effects of the Immortal Brew

"Wine is meant to be drunk, so what's the point of such a fancy bottle? Are we drinking or not? If not, I'll take it back!" Lin Feng, annoyed at how the old man was dragging things out, spoke up. The longer it took, the more distressed Lin Feng became.

"Exactly! Old man, why are you being so fussy? Hurry and open the wine jar, I can't wait!" Grandma Lin, unable to bear watching any longer, joined in, joining forces to urge the old man.

Seeing he had provoked a collective uprising, Grandpa Lin dared not say another word, afraid to irritate everyone further. He turned his attention back to the immortal brew before him. As he gently lifted the lid off the wine jar, an aroma ten times richer than before surged out, swiftly spreading through the dining room, the hall, the Lin household, and even the whole neighborhood. Everyone who caught a whiff realized the fragrance was several times stronger than before, guessing that the Lin family was drinking the mysterious wine—there could be no other explanation for such a change in the aroma's intensity. Those who had managed to remain calm now felt anxious; this so-called divine wine must be rare, and every sip means less remains.

At the Lin family dining table, Grandpa Lin had only just removed the wooden stopper when everyone was again entranced by the intense bouquet. Though they'd had a taste that afternoon, this aroma was more than ten times stronger, and they were again intoxicated by its scent. Lin Chuanming, unable to resist, snatched the immortal brew from Grandpa Lin. The jar held ten pounds of wine, and carrying such a heavy vessel to pour was no easy feat.

Once everyone's empty cups were filled, Grandpa Lin eagerly raised his glass and called out, "Raise your glasses, everyone. Let's try the immortal brew Lin Feng has concocted and see if it really works as well as he claims!" No sooner had he finished speaking than he drained his glass in one gulp. As the immortal brew touched his tongue, it was as if he had encountered the finest delicacy; his taste buds melted away, and as the wine flowed down his throat into his stomach, Grandpa Lin felt transformed, as if he had become an immortal soaring among the clouds—utterly carefree and blissful.

Seeing Grandpa Lin's look of ecstasy after drinking, everyone hurried to bring their glasses to their lips, and each who drank wore the same expression. Lin Feng was the most shocked; earlier, Mo Tian had mocked the wine of their world as undrinkable, but now, after tasting the wine made from Mo Tian's recipe, Lin Feng realized just how inferior Earth's wine truly was.

Grandpa Lin was the first to emerge from the shock of the immortal brew. Once he recovered, he noticed that everyone at the table, except Lin Feng, wore the same expression, realizing he was not alone in experiencing the wine's miraculous effects. He didn't disturb those still lost in its taste, but regarded Lin Feng with a look of disbelief. Without drinking it, one could never know its wonders; with scent and flavor alone, it outshone every wine Grandpa Lin had ever known.

While Grandpa Lin stared in amazement at Lin Feng, the others gradually returned to their senses. Lin Chuanming, Lin Feng's eldest uncle, excitedly slapped the table and exclaimed, "The name fits! This immortal brew has appeared, and all other wines in the world pale in comparison!"

"You're right, big brother! Lin Feng, you really have talent. Never mind its effects, just the taste alone surpasses every wine I've ever had. I feel all those drinks I had before were wasted. After this, how can I ever drink anything else?" said Lin Feng's second uncle, Lin Chuanyan, casting Lin Feng a plaintive look.

Seeing his second uncle's gaze, Lin Feng was speechless. It seemed he was at fault whether he shared the wine or not; he was damned either way.

"I can't worry about the future. Now that we have the immortal brew, I just want to drink to my heart's content. Come, let's keep drinking!" Lin Chuanming urged everyone.

The table was full of lively chatter. When the meal ended, Lin Feng rushed forward to hug the wine jar, and a glance inside made his heart ache as if sliced by a knife. Good heavens, they'd drunk nearly five pounds in one meal—half of the ten-pound jar was gone. As Lin Feng clutched the jar, the men in the room eyed it like hungry wolves, as if ready to snatch it from him. This intimidating atmosphere made Lin Feng flee the table, hugging the jar and running to his room.

"That boy is so stingy! It's just a bit of wine, must he behave like this?" Grandpa Lin remarked, watching Lin Feng leave with a look of agony.

Seeing Grandpa Lin start boasting again, everyone could only shake their heads in wry amusement. The father and son could hardly go a day without squabbling. With Lin Feng leading the way, the others—having drunk more than usual—didn't linger in the living room for post-dinner conversation but retired early to their rooms.

In the room, Xia Ruoxi saw Lin Feng still distressed and couldn't help but laugh, "It's all been drunk, so why the sad face?"

"Those drunkards are ruthless, drinking the wine like water. Five pounds gone in one meal! If I'd known, I would have poured out just one pound for everyone!" Lin Feng ignored Xia Ruoxi's muffled giggle, his face mournful.

"Alright, you keep mourning. After drinking that wine, I feel sticky. When I wiped myself just now, my hands were covered in black stuff. Must be the toxins you mentioned! I'm going to shower." Xia Ruoxi eyed the thin black layer on her skin.

After showering and washing off the black residue, Xia Ruoxi saw her reflection in the mirror—her skin was radiant and rosy, as soft as a baby's, and she seemed several years younger, more beautiful than ever. Amazed by this miraculous effect, she couldn't help but cry out in delight.

Lin Feng was watching TV in the room when Xia Ruoxi's scream rang from the bathroom. Not knowing what happened, he rushed to the bathroom door and barged in, deeply captivated by the sight before him: her skin smooth as silk, rosy and flawless, her belly free of any fat, and her chest adorned by proud snowy peaks. All of it deeply stirred Lin Feng, and his body responded instantly.

"You—you barged in and stared! Get out!" Xia Ruoxi, startled, grabbed a robe and wrapped herself, her cheeks flushed as she scolded Lin Feng.

"I didn't mean to. You shouted in there, I thought something happened!" Lin Feng hurriedly explained to avoid misunderstanding.

"I know, just leave!" Xia Ruoxi replied, understanding that her excited scream had drawn Lin Feng's attention. But nothing had happened, except that Lin Feng had seen everything and taken advantage.

"Oh, good, as long as you're alright." Lin Feng feigned composure as he left, closing the door behind him.

Watching Lin Feng leave, Xia Ruoxi stared into the bathroom mirror, her cheeks still red, and muttered to her reflection, "I've already met his elders, so I'm his woman now. What's done is done."

She lingered in the bathroom for more than half an hour before daring to come out, her face still crimson, head lowered, unable to meet Lin Feng's eyes. Lin Feng said nothing to her. Once she was out, Lin Feng grabbed his clothes and went to shower. Having spent the day with Grandpa Lin and exhausted his internal energy, he was tired and wanted to wash up and sleep early.

Xia Ruoxi waited until Lin Feng entered the bathroom before raising her head. She was unsure how to face what had just happened, so she had no mood to work. After a day out with Lin Feng's female elders, she was also tired, so she lay on the bed, covering her head with a cup, her mind replaying the bathroom scene and Lin Feng's reaction to her body, making her blush anew.

Lin Feng was unaware of the inner turmoil Xia Ruoxi was experiencing. When he came out, too sleepy to do anything, he crawled onto the bed and lay down. Xia Ruoxi, sensing Lin Feng on the bed, nervously gripped the blanket, her mind racing: "If Lin Feng can't resist and comes over, should I refuse or give in?"

Unfortunately, Lin Feng had no such thoughts; he only wanted to sleep. Xia Ruoxi, still lost in her fantasies, was interrupted by Lin Feng's snoring. Seeing him fall asleep instantly, Xia Ruoxi felt a mix of disappointment and relief. Women are indeed contradictory creatures!

While Lin Feng's room was peaceful, his eldest and second uncle's rooms, as well as his father's, were anything but calm. After the women showered, they were amazed at their transformations, excitedly celebrating in their rooms. The men, seeing their wives suddenly younger and more beautiful, couldn't stay composed. Combined with the effects of Lin Feng's immortal brew, they felt a fire within that needed venting.

They rushed into the bathroom, showered quickly, then carried their rejuvenated wives to the bed. Men in their forties and fifties typically experience some decline in that area, but tonight they felt like warriors, making love to their wives several times, growing more energetic with each round, until their wives were exhausted and asleep. If not for their wives' limits, they would have kept going. The feeling of renewed vigor was wonderful.

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