Shen Rong lifted the wineskin and poured a mouthful into his mouth. The sweet liquid washed over his palate and taste buds, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

The fragrance of Spirit Rice. The aroma of Spirit Wine.

The two scents blended seamlessly, transforming into a rich bouquet that seemed to waft from his mouth and nose, leaving him utterly intoxicated by the fragrance alone.

He appeared slightly tipsy, yet his mind was exceptionally alert.

His understanding of his own cultivation technique deepened further. Many aspects he had previously struggled to comprehend began to unravel, bit by bit.

Anyone would become utterly captivated in such a state.

Therefore, without any hesitation, Shen Rong took one large gulp after another, pouring the wine into his mouth.

The liquid that entered his stomach released dense Spirit Qi, transforming into a warm current that surged through his body, even creating a sense of physical fullness.

The wineskin contained a total of ten jin of high-quality Spirit Wine. In the end, Shen Rong drank two whole jin before reluctantly setting it down with a hint of longing.

Jiang Chen asked with a smile, “How is it?”

Shen Rong nodded, then tentatively inquired, “Is this wine brewed by Fellow Daoist Cai?”

Jiang Chen gave a slight nod. “Indeed, I brewed it myself.”

Shen Rong showed an expression of disbelief and couldn’t help but praise, “Although this is just the most ordinary Spirit Wine, its layers of flavor, the richness of its aroma, and the concentration of Spirit Qi… In all my years, I have absolutely never encountered anything like it before. Fellow Daoist, you truly possess great talent!”

Not only was this person before him young, but he also had remarkable talent in cultivation. Now, even his skill in brewing wine was exceptionally impressive. He was simply too versatile.

Compared to Jiang Chen, Shen Rong felt that several juniors in his own family—especially his son Shen Peng—were truly pitiful to behold.

Seeing how much the other enjoyed it, Jiang Chen quickly got to the main point. “I intend to sell Spirit Wine of this quality in Green City. However, going it alone would invite many troubles. Therefore, I wish to operate this venture together with you. I will provide the Spirit Wine; you will handle the selling. I wonder what Fellow Daoist Shen thinks?”

Shen Rong was taken aback for a moment.

He had originally thought the other wanted to sell it to him personally for consumption. He never expected it would be a venture for the vast Green City market.

Indeed, he had still underestimated the ambition of a disciple from an immortal sect.

However, even Shen Peng couldn’t put down this quality of Spirit Wine. Those Loose Cultivators who hadn’t seen much of the world would probably wear out the doorstep trying to buy it.

Moreover, Green City wasn’t just home to Loose Cultivators; there were also many ordinary people.

Although these people hadn’t awakened a Spirit Root and couldn’t cultivate immortality, anything favored by cultivators would be eagerly sought after by them in an attempt to bridge the “distance” between mortal and immortal.

Shen Rong didn’t ponder for too long and immediately asked, “How many jin can Fellow Daoist provide each month?”

Jiang Chen extended five fingers on his right hand and said without hesitation, “At least five hundred jin!”

Actually, that wasn’t much.

Even the lowest quality Spirit Wine could sell seven or eight hundred jin per month. For any with decent quality, sales could easily exceed one thousand jin. And this was just the sales volume for one establishment.

However, Jiang Chen would be very busy in the future.

Not only did he have to brew high-quality Spirit Wine, but he also needed to brew top-quality Spirit Wine, and even top-quality Golden Wine.

The high-quality Spirit Wine was for sale, so the quantity needed was highest—at least five hundred jin per month. The top-quality Spirit Wine was mainly for gifting; the quantity could be reduced to one hundred jin per month. As for the top-quality Golden Wine he drank himself—unless he scaled up production—it would only amount to about ten jin per month for now.

But currently, the biggest problem was actually the Spirit Rice itself.

High-quality Spirit Rice brewed high-quality Spirit Wine, while all the produce from his own Spirit Farm was Top-quality Spirit Rice.

Therefore, every month he needed to purchase some high-quality Spirit Rice produced from second-grade spirit fields from the Loose Cultivator market. This was also a significant expense.

Shen Rong said thoughtfully, “Initially, five hundred jin is not a small amount either. If Fellow Daoist can truly provide it consistently, then I am willing to give it a try.”

“Excellent.” Jiang Chen had been waiting for these very words.

Shen Rong then pressed further. “Since that’s settled, how many shares does Fellow Daoist Cai intend to take?”

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said, “Me seventy percent; you thirty percent.”

Shen Rong frowned and shook his head. “If we open a wine shop, we must choose a location on the busiest and most prosperous street. It must be exquisitely decorated, and we’ll need to hire staff as well. All these things combined represent no small expense.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen asked, “What do you think is appropriate?”

Shen Rong sniffed the wine aroma wafting from the wineskin and couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Saliva rapidly secreted in his mouth as he said seriously, “How about this: For the first six months, we split according to sixty percent for you and forty percent for me? After six months pass—regardless of whether business is good or bad—it changes to seventy percent for you and thirty percent for me. How does that sound?”

“Agreed.” Jiang Chen accepted the arrangement, albeit reluctantly.

Selling wine was merely his first step into the Loose Cultivator market. The profits from wine couldn’t compare at all with those from pills and elixirs.

After all, one could drink wine or choose not to drink it, but lacking pills and elixirs—especially for Loose Cultivators—could be fatal.

In Green City alone, annual consumption of pills was terrifyingly high, with incomplete statistics suggesting each Loose Cultivator consumed at least one pill daily on average.

Next, the two delved deeper into the discussion.

Finally, they agreed that starting next month, Jiang Chen would not only provide five hundred jin of Top-quality Spirit Rice but also an additional five hundred jin of high-quality Spirit Wine.

On the Shen family’s side, Spirit Rice would still be settled daily, but Spirit Wine would be settled monthly.

Shen Rong also guaranteed that within this month, the wine shop would definitely be decorated, and absolutely situated on Green City’s most bustling street.

Both sides demonstrated utmost sincerity; they genuinely wanted cooperation, not merely joking around.

Jiang Chen finally took out the Spirit Rice. “Here is your five hundred jin of Top-quality Spirit Rice for this month.”

Shen Rong chuckled. “Having a partner like Fellow Daoist Cai truly feels like three lifetimes’ worth of good fortune.”

If their Spirit Wine became wildly popular, they could earn substantial money every month. Even without relying on the Lei family, who specialized in alchemy, the Shen family could completely rise up.

And all these changes began from meeting Jiang Chen.

“The bridegroom and bride are so shy!” “It seems Brother Shen won’t sleep tonight!” “This Lei Yuna is one of Green City’s ten great beauties!”

At that moment, commotion from teasing the newlyweds came from the main hall. It seemed today’s wedding banquet was nearing its end.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen shrugged. “Attended the wedding, drank the wedding wine, delivered the Spirit Rice, and even discussed cooperation almost completely…”

“I’ll see you out.” Shen Rong wanted to ask him to stay but knew the other’s temperament.

Before long, Jiang Chen left the Shen family compound.

Although night had fallen, it wasn’t yet midnight. The entire Green City remained extraordinarily lively. Things unseen during the daytime emerged everywhere at night.

Jiang Chen observed the gaudily dressed women lining the streets.

“Wedding wine isn’t interesting; but flower wine… it’s been long since I last drank.”