The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 2047 - 2046: Truly Unreserved

Lin Yingying interjected with a light smile, "He really can do this. The Saintess of Yaochi Sacred Land is on good terms with him, so getting some pollen is no problem at all."

Her big eyes rolled towards Long Fei, saying, "Isn’t that right, husband?"

Long Fei smiled and nodded, "This isn’t a difficult task."

The old man, after confirming, went mad with excitement, clasping his fists and bowing, "Young friend, save me, I beg you to save me!"

Despite his age, he unceremoniously bent deeply towards Long Fei.

A group of disciples stood behind, mouths agape, staring in disbelief at their ancestor.

Dragon Whale Daoist straightened up, looking proud, thinking to himself, wasn’t your ancestor very impressive? Yet in front of my master, he’s being so polite.

This was genuine politeness, not an empty gesture.

The old man had struggled for many years just to obtain the Peach Spiritual Fruit to extend his life.

At this time, the great path pursued by cultivators is nothing more than seeking the way of eternal life.

The Peach Spiritual Fruit is a spiritual object that can extend one’s lifespan.

If he had this thing in his hands, he could recruit many cultivators for his own use and extend his lifespan for further cultivation. The value gained from this is self-evident.

Now, with Long Fei able to revitalize this peach forest, how could he not be taken seriously?

Long Fei helped him up, humbly comforting, "Senior, I will find a way to help you. There’s no need for this."

Mu Hong repeatedly said, "What senior? I’m just an old man who has lived longer. In terms of cultivation level and insight, I’m not as good as you, my young friend. From now on, let’s call each other brothers, please don’t refuse."

Long Fei chuckled lightly, seeing him like this, he didn’t say much more.

The three of them headed towards the grand hall in the Peach Garden, where outside sat two old men playing chess.

One of them resembled a Hemp Robe Ape, the other dressed as a barefoot fisherman and compared to Mu Hong, they had a bit of worldly air rather than an immortal aura.

Mu Hong led Long Fei and Lin Yingying over, quickly introducing, "Brother Long, these two are the Hemp Robe Daoist of Fangzhang Island and the Fisherman Daoist of Yingzhou Island."

The two remained calm, not looking up.

Long Fei simply smiled faintly, not greeting them.

The old ape placed a piece, and his surroundings suddenly transformed, placing himself on the chessboard.

Lin Yingying pulled on his hand, also caught in the formation.

Long Fei smiled gently, conveying, "A minor trick, no need to worry."

This was the formation set by the old ape and the Fisherman Daoist. To others, Long Fei and Lin Yingying appeared standing still.

However, they were within the barrier, seemingly standing in another space.

Above their heads, someone soon placed a piece.

A black piece descended like a massive mountain, overwhelming in power.

Long Fei drew his sword to meet it, with a sound, the piece split in mid-air.

The sword light was sharp, cutting it like a knife through tofu.

The Fisherman Daoist’s finger split with a pop, staining the board with blood, both he and the old ape cried out in surprise.

The old ape swept his hand, transforming one hundred and eight white pieces simultaneously into Dharma Laksanas, surrounding the broken black piece.

Above Long Fei and Lin Yingying, the winds and clouds changed, with one hundred and eight white pieces forming the Heavenly Punishment Earthly Annihilation Great Formation, pressing down on them.

This formation, like a millstone, twisted the surrounding space, grinding towards Long Fei and Lin Yingying.

They seemed shrouded in Chaos Qi, their skin tightening, with bones creaking under the formation’s grinding.

"Now this is a master at chess!"

Long Fei smiled faintly, again cutting with one sword.

The Sword Qi transformed into one hundred and eight, slashing towards the formation.

Whoosh!

A sound of the sword, one hundred radiant beams of Mysterious Light, sharp and soaring into the sky.

All one hundred and eight pieces shattered in half, as fragile as tofu.

The palm of the old ape split with a pop, abruptly lifting.

All one hundred and eight pieces on the board shattered, bringing Long Fei and Lin Yingying back to this world.

Mu Hong watched clearly from the side, smiling while stroking his beard, again reminding, "Gentlemen, we have guests!"

The old ape and the Fisherman Daoist both smiled, rising to greet Long Fei with fists clasped in apology, "Young friend, forgive us. We were too absorbed in the game and were neglectful."

"No problem!"

Long Fei was equally courteous with a fist salute, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Yingying curled her lips, thinking these guys are really hypocritical!

They were just fighting for their lives, and now they act like nothing happened.

Mu Hong invited, "Young friend and Madam, please sit. I have a pot of fine wine, aged for five thousand years. With esteemed guests gathered, it’s the perfect occasion to share it."

With a wave, a nearby pavilion floated up.

Under the pavilion, there was a stone slab.

The stone slab opened, revealing a row of wine jars, more than ten in number.

The old man gently waved his hand, and the wine jars flew over.

The sealed lids opened, releasing a fragrance of wine mixed with the scent of peach blossoms.

Standing nearby, just one whiff could make one feel intoxicated.

The group of disciples at the back immediately started drooling, not expecting such treasures hidden under the pavilion.

The Fisherman Daoist chuckled, "Marvelous, marvelous, is this wine brewed from these Peach Hua?"

Mu Hong chuckled while stroking his beard, "Indeed, whenever the peaches bloom once a millennium, I brew a few jars of fine wine. These jars are carved from Thousand-Year Agarwood, adding its fragrance to the wine, making it richer and more long-lasting. This is an ideal spirit vein focal point under the pavilion, perfectly preserving the freshness of the wine for millennia. It has both the fragrance of aged wine and a fresh, delightful taste, truly an exquisite wine of the world."

He proudly praised his creation, clearly pleased with this masterpiece.

The wine was extracted with a scoop made from Agarwood, and poured into bowls carved from the same wood.

The wine blossoms floated at the bowl’s edge, the liquid a vibrant red transparency.

Essential Qi wafted out, forming a white mist above the bowl.

"Please!"

Mu Hong filled a bowl for each person, gesturing invitingly.

Everyone raised their bowls carefully, taking a sip, feeling as if bathing in the spring breeze of a peach grove, bodies relaxing in admiration, seemingly enveloped by the wine’s aura, ascending to immortality.

Lin Yingying’s face blushed, slightly tipsy from the aromatic wine.

She had never tasted such delicious wine before, truly a rare brew, indescribably wonderful.

Long Fei smiled lightly, downing his drink in one go, watched wide-eyed by Mu Hong, who hurriedly cautioned, "Young friend, this wine has a powerful kick. Drinking like this could intoxicate you."

Even with the Fisherman Daoist and the old ape, they dared not drink it so.

Lin Yingying glanced at Long Fei, thinking this guy is so lacking in restraint, unable to resist fine wine.

She took a sip, indeed finding the wine potent.

Seeing Long Fei drink like that, wouldn’t he make a fool of himself if he got drunk?

They looked at Long Fei, who seemed unaffected by the wine, instead laughing heartily, "At this lovely time, paired with beautiful scenery and companions, who wouldn’t want to indulge? Drinking deeply is no harm!"

He looked at Mu Hong with a faint smile, "Brother Mu, are you perhaps stingy?"

Mu Hong laughed, shaking his head, "How could I be? This wine was brewed for welcoming friends. Since Brother Long enjoys it so, I must let him indulge."

"Then I won’t be polite!"

Long Fei laughed heartily, grabbing Mu Hong’s wine jar, drinking deeply without pause.

Mu Hong’s face twitched, inwardly noting this brother was indeed unreserved.

This wine, aged for five thousand years, amounted to only a dozen jars.

Rare in the world, priceless.

With his politeness, the jar was soon empty.

The old fellow felt a pang seeing it go, awkwardly smiling twice, nearly brought to tears.