Chapter 3999 — Making Early Preparations
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Shangguan Lan'er, however, looked utterly unsurprised. She shrugged. "What do you think? The little thing's gone crazy on drink. Every time it sneaks a sip of wine, it ends up like this. Though it is a bit odd today—it's only had one cup and it's already like this. Usually it drinks quite a lot; its tolerance isn't this poor!"
At that, Wei Zhao shook his head thoughtfully. "However good the little thing's tolerance might be, it depends on what it's drinking. Even if it could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, there are some wines where one cup is enough to do the trick."
"What wine? Little White has always drunk spirit wine before, and there's no difference!" Shangguan Lan'er said, half understanding.
Wei Zhao smiled and said nothing. Instead he walked over to one side, sat down cross-legged, and began circulating his cultivation method, preparing to purge the drug's effects from the spirit wine he had just drunk.
From Little Curly Bear's behavior, Wei Zhao could now be one hundred percent certain that his earlier guess had been entirely correct: Xu Lingchong had indeed slipped an additive into the spirit wine.
Little Curly Bear's endurance was far inferior to a cultivator's, which was why the drug had taken effect so quickly. Had it been Wei Zhao himself, it should have taken some time yet to manifest.
No matter what, so long as it was not a violent, deadly poison, Wei Zhao had a way to handle it calmly. He was a skilled healer in his own right—being poisoned was simply another form of internal injury.
Yet Wei Zhao soon discovered that although this bit of drug in his body was not at all violent or deadly, it was ceaseless and unending. Each time he felt he could easily purge it clean, it immediately came surging back. He expended no small effort, yet there was not the slightest sign of eradicating it.
"This stuff is truly stubborn," Wei Zhao muttered with a speechless shake of his head. In the past, no matter how grievous the injury, he had always been confident of a swift recovery. Yet this minor drug effect, which could not even be called dangerous or deadly, clung to him like a plaster and would not be shaken off, leaving him helpless.
Wei Zhao did not yet know that what now afflicted him was the Immortal's Draught—a thing that could leave even immortals drunk. How could it be so easily dispelled?
Still, even if he could not fully purge the drug in a short time, Wei Zhao had to keep trying. At the very least, he could maintain some control over his body's condition, so as not to end up like Little Curly Bear, drunk and rampaging.
If nothing unexpected happened, Xu Lingchong should soon be making his move. Otherwise, surely he would not have drugged the wine merely to add a little festivity to the drinking.
"Junior Brother, what are you doing?" Seeing Wei Zhao in this strange posture, Shangguan Lan'er could not help but ask.
"Nothing much. My tolerance is poor, so I'm sobering up a bit," Wei Zhao said with a noncommittal smile.
"Sobering up? Junior Brother, you've only had one cup, and already your tolerance fails you? How will you ever handle social occasions with these crafty old veterans in the future? Looks like I'll have to get you a few more jars of top-grade spirit wine so you can practice properly!" Shangguan Lan'er giggled, still none the wiser.