Chapter 1842: Chapter 1842: Excellent Wine! Excellent Wine!
"Serve the wine!"
At the command of the Ancestor Dragon, maidens moved through the great hall, pouring a cup of wine at each stone table.
The Ancestor Dragon sat high above the great hall, smiling, "This wine is brewed by my own hand. It can improve physique and enhance strength, and it will be helpful for breaking through. However, the potency is strong, so everyone should drink according to their capacity and not overindulge."
Everyone raised their cups together, "Thank you, Ancestor!"
The cups were not large, and the amount of wine inside was probably just about two ounces. Most of those present were at the Golden Immortal level, so naturally, they didn’t take this small amount of wine seriously. Everyone raised their cups and drank all the wine in one go.
The wine slid down the throat. Before Carson Flores could even savor its taste, he just felt a buzz in his head, his vision blurred, and he directly slumped forward, crashing onto the stone table.
This sudden turn of events drew everyone’s attention.
Seeing Carson Flores collapse onto the table, many showed mocking expressions in their eyes.
Really?
The Immortal Palace Envoy is too weak, isn’t he? Knocked out by a single cup of wine!
In the great hall, most were at the Golden Immortal level. Carson Flores, as a Mid-Stage True Immortal, was undoubtedly the weakest here, and his resistance to Immortal Wine was naturally the lowest.
After drinking a cup, the Dragon Clan Disciples each showed a rosy complexion and dazed eyes. While not as completely knocked out as Carson Flores, they were clearly inebriated.
The Ancestor Dragon glanced at the unconscious Carson Flores and laughed, "If any of you feel up to it, you can refill your own cups."
Everyone closed their eyes, trying to absorb the Immortal Wine. The great hall fell into silence.
Sitting in the front were elite disciples from various clans, mostly at the Peak of Golden Immortal level. After a brief intense dizziness, they managed to recover.
Oliver Stone held up his cup, "Oliver Stone of the Black Dragon Clan requests more wine!"
A maiden walked over, carrying a wine jug, and refilled Oliver Stone’s cup.
Oliver Stone took a deep breath, raised his cup, and downed it in one go again.
The man in golden attire who had previously been displaced by Oliver Stone saw this and, gritting his teeth, also declared, "Pablo Boyd of the Golden Dragon Clan requests more wine!"
The maiden refilled Pablo Boyd’s cup, and he drank it all, his face turning crimson, his eyes dazed, and his body lightly swaying.
Around them, elite disciples from various clans loudly announced their names, eager to seize the opportunity to make an impression in front of the Ancestor, not wanting to miss the chance.
Even though many were clearly tipsy, feeling the benefits the Immortal Wine brought to their bodies, their greed got the better of them, and they clamored for more. However, these people were still self-aware enough not to shout out their names boldly.
Many people, after their second cup, immediately felt dizzy, wobbling and collapsing onto the tables, snoring loudly in no time.
The Ancestor Dragon, sitting above, glanced over the unconscious ones, finally setting his eyes on those in the front rows, looking satisfied.
These were the future of the Dragon Clan!
He knew the power of this wine well. For ordinary Golden Immortals of the Dragon Clan to withstand a cup was already the limit. Those overreaching were easily knocked out as evidence.
He was quite eager to see how many cups these elite disciples could handle.
Oliver Stone and others, after their second cup, closed their eyes, making every effort to absorb the medicinal effects of the Immortal Wine. After all, opportunities like this were rare, occurring once in a millennium, and missing it would be a real pity.
While everyone was actively absorbing, Carson Flores, who was the first to collapse, suddenly showed signs of movement.
He lifted his head from the table, shook it, sat back up straight, his eyes clear again.
"What great wine! Truly great wine!"
All eyes turned sharply toward Carson Flores, filled with astonishment.
Wasn’t he just immediately knocked out? It’s been such a short time, and he’s already recovered?
His recovery was unbelievably rapid.
The snoring of the Dragon Clan members resonated like thunder, with no sign of waking up at all.
The Ancestor Dragon gazed at Carson Flores, intrigued. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Carson Flores to recover so quickly. By his estimate, Carson Flores should have been knocked out by one cup, and it would have taken at least a day and a night of sleep to possibly sober up. Yet, it hadn’t been long, and here he was, waking up?
The Ancestor Dragon laughed, "If Special Envoy Carson is fond of it, please feel free to drink more. Do not hold back... Fill Special Envoy Carson’s cup."
A maiden gracefully approached, refilling Carson Flores’s cup.
Carson Flores raised the cup with both hands, laughing heartily, "Thank you, Senior!"
He drank the wine in one go, and the familiar dizziness enveloped Carson Flores once again as he promptly slumped back down onto the stone table.
Everyone watched Carson Flores collapse again and collectively sighed in relief.
That’s more like it!
On the other side, Oliver Stone, who was busy absorbing the Immortal Wine’s effects, closed his eyes once more. About half an hour later, Oliver Stone opened his eyes, clear again, and the redness on his face subsided significantly.
"Oliver Stone of the Black Dragon Clan requests more wine!"
The maiden stepped forward with the wine to refill Oliver Stone’s cup once more.
Holding the cup, Oliver Stone was about to drink when Carson Flores, slumped over the stone table, suddenly stirred again. He shook his head and sat up straight once more.
"What great wine! What a fine wine! Such excellent wine calls for a few more cups!"