Seeing Chu Feng gulp down the tea in one go, Luo Zhi and the others silently rejoiced.
Many of them even stood up, staring intently at Chu Feng, eagerly awaiting his embarrassing reaction.
"Ah—"
However, Chu Feng not only failed to show the reaction they expected, but instead let out an ecstatic sigh.
"Truly excellent tea! Not only does it have a sweet aftertaste and a rich aroma, but its color and flavor are both delightful—it seeps into the heart and mind, quenching thirst and refreshing the spirit. After drinking this, I feel completely revitalized, as though even my cultivation has improved slightly."
Chu Feng lavished endless praise on the tea.
"What is this guy babbling about?"
Yet for all of Chu Feng's praise, Luo Zhi and the others wore expressions of utter bewilderment.
They even felt that Chu Feng was talking complete nonsense.
The tea was clearly poisoned. After drinking it, one would suffer endless vomiting along with uncontrollable diarrhea and flatulence—completely beyond one's ability to hold back.
Unless one had the antidote, the effects would persist for ten days and ten nights.
Moreover, as Song Ge had described, the tea tasted nearly like plain water—it had virtually no flavor at all.
How could Chu Feng have twisted it into some divine brew?
"Shura, why is a faint glow emanating from your body?"
"The glow is growing stronger—it's filled not only with martial power but also the fragrance of tea. Could it be caused by these tea leaves?" Song Ge gazed at Chu Feng with astonishment.
It wasn't just Song Ge who was stunned—everyone else was equally amazed, for the light emanating from Chu Feng's body was truly extraordinary.
Setting aside the thick martial power that saturated it, the light also carried a rich tea fragrance.
All of this inevitably led people to associate it with the tea Chu Feng had just consumed.
"Could this tea really be that good?"
At this point, even Song Ge was looking at the teapot with open curiosity.
She was already starting to want to give it a try.
"It truly is fine tea. Here—have a cup yourself."
As he spoke, Chu Feng proactively poured a cup for Song Ge.
"Elder Song Ge, don't drink it."
However, seeing this, Luo Zhi and the others hurriedly tried to stop her.
They still had plans for Song Ge later on—they intended to have their way with her.
If she drank this tea and ended up vomiting and having diarrhea, how would they be able to enjoy her?
Naturally, they had no desire to let Song Ge drink this cup of poisoned tea.
"Why won't you let Elder Song Ge drink it? Do you think she can't handle this tea?" Chu Feng asked Luo Zhi and the others.
"Th-that's... of course not what I meant." Luo Zhi quickly explained.
But in that brief moment, Song Ge had already taken the cup, raised it with both hands, and drained it in one gulp.
"Damn it."
Watching Song Ge actually drink the tea, Luo Zhi and the others cursed inwardly.
"It really is excellent tea! I've never tasted anything so delicious."
"I may not know much about tea, but this is truly a treasure among treasures."
To everyone's surprise, once the tea touched her lips, Song Ge too began praising it endlessly. Then, a glow identical to Chu Feng's began emanating from her body.
"Song Ge, is this tea really that miraculous?"
Wang Lian walked over to Song Ge's side and asked gravely.
She still harbored some doubts about Chu Feng, but she trusted Song Ge without reservation.
"Of course it's true—when have I ever lied to you? This tea not only tastes incredible, but it also enhances your vitality and even strengthens your cultivation."
"This isn't just tea—it's a cultivation treasure. Wang Lian, hurry and try a cup."
Song Ge said to Wang Lian.
After hearing Song Ge's words, Wang Lian hurried toward the teapot, eager to try it herself.
She didn't care much about the taste, but the mere thought that this tea could improve her cultivation made her desperate to have a go.
But before she could get close enough to touch the teapot, Chu Feng had already snatched it up again.
"This teapot is too small—there are only three cups per pot."
"And this last cup—waiter, thank you for providing us with such wonderful tea. This final cup is yours as a reward." Chu Feng poured the last cup and handed it to the waiter.
"That bastard."
Seeing Chu Feng hand that last cup of tea to the waiter, Wang Lian grit her teeth in fury.
She had already made it clear she wanted to drink this tea, yet Chu Feng poured it for someone else instead.
This was obviously deliberate—he simply didn't want to let Wang Lian have any.
"Come on, waiter—what are you standing there for? You don't get to drink tea this good on a normal day. I'm rewarding you, so why aren't you drinking?"
Chu Feng held the cup and walked up to the waiter.
"Th-this... this..."
The waiter's face was pale with terror.
Although the way Chu Feng and Song Ge had reacted after drinking the tea was certainly enticing, the waiter knew full well that the tea had been tampered with. It was poisoned—not some miraculous brew at all.
"What, you don't dare drink it? Could it be that you poisoned this tea?" Chu Feng asked.
"N-no, no!" The waiter shook his head frantically.
"Then what are you afraid of? Drink."
Chu Feng grabbed the waiter, clamped his jaw open, and forcibly poured the tea down his throat.
At this moment, Luo Zhi and the others were watching the waiter intently.
By now, they were beginning to wonder whether the tea was actually poisoned or truly divine.
If the waiter showed the same effects as Chu Feng and the others after drinking it, then it must be divine tea. And if it truly was divine tea, they certainly didn't want to miss out.
They were all cultivators—who would want to pass up an opportunity to advance their cultivation?
After being force-fed the tea, the waiter collapsed to the ground in terror and even broke into tears.