Looking at Shangguan Huangquan's provocative demeanor, the remnant consciousness of the True Dragon flew into a rage.
ROAR— Its mouth opened wide, and terrifying dragon breath once again surged forth.
However, though the dragon breath was formidable, once it left the Dragon's Den, its power was greatly diminished.
Shangguan Huangquan simply waved her hand casually, and the dragon breath scattered.
"Tsk tsk, is that all?"
"Come on, come out and fight me!"
"Don't you dare?"
"I don't think you're a True Dragon—I think you're a Dragon Turtle, hiding inside your shell day after day."
"And drop the 'this god' nonsense. From now on, call yourself 'this turtle.'"
Shangguan Huangquan taunted with a grin, looking for all the world like a mischievous old woman.
The remnant consciousness of the True Dragon was furious beyond measure. A tide of murderous intent poured out from within the Dragon's Den.
But Chu Feng felt not the slightest fear at this moment.
Because with Shangguan Huangquan standing beside him, he felt a absolute sense of security.
"Little girl, if you want this god's power, you have no chance in this lifetime."
Though seething with rage, the remnant consciousness of the True Dragon did not roar to vent its fury. Instead, it tossed out that single line and turned to retreat deep into the den.
But the moment the remnant consciousness departed, Shangguan Huangquan's body went limp. She didn't even have the strength to stay on her feet.
Fortunately, Chu Feng was right beside her and caught her.
"Sect Master."
Sikong Changsheng also hurried over immediately, his eyes filled with worry.
At this moment, Shangguan Huangquan's soul-like body had become far more translucent than before, and even her aura was no longer as powerful as it had been.
Her mouth had mocked the True Dragon's remnant consciousness, but in reality, her exertion had taken a considerable toll on herself.
"It's fine, it's fine. I was already using a treasure to maintain this state—I couldn't have held it for too long regardless."
Shangguan Huangquan waved her hand dismissively, then turned to Chu Feng and asked: "Chu Feng, do you have any wine on you?"
"Senior, I have some fine Dragon Spring wine."
Chu Feng produced an exquisite jade bottle.
It was Dragon Spring wine personally refined by Long Mucheng of the Dragon Breath Clan.
Not even the Dragon Breath Spring Pavilion had this for sale.
But Shangguan Huangquan rolled her eyes, her face full of disdain: "Pah, pah, pah—I asked for wine, wine, WINE! Who wants that Dragon Spring garbage?"
"Wine—I have wine too."
As he spoke, Chu Feng put away the Dragon Spring wine and waved his large sleeve.
Jars, bottles, and gourds—thousands of them in total—appeared and floated in the air around them.
Chu Feng had thoughtfully uncorked them all, and instantly the rich fragrance of alcohol filled the air.
"You little rascal, quite the collection you've got."
Shangguan Huangquan's face transformed like magic, breaking into a beaming smile.
She took a sniff first, then selected a jar of wine.
Her mouth opened, and she gulped it down.
In just a few swigs, she drained the entire jar, like a parched soul reborn into the world.
But it clearly wasn't enough.
She drank three more jars in succession before finally wiping her mouth with satisfaction.
These four jars, whether in terms of aroma or age, were not the finest in Chu Feng's collection.
But they had one thing in common.
They were all wines that Chu Feng had personally brought back from the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
"Now that hits the spot. Nothing beats wine from home."
Shangguan Huangquan's face was filled with intoxication, genuine emotion shining in her eyes. The familiar scent of the wine stirred her memories, and countless past events surged through her mind.
But Chu Feng felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
Because Shangguan Huangquan's body was growing ever more translucent. She wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
If she hadn't entered the Dragon's Den to save him, Shangguan Huangquan would not have faded so quickly.
Though Chu Feng knew that it was only the consciousness Shangguan Huangquan had left here that would disappear—her true body was most likely unaffected.
Still, this had happened because of him, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty.
But Shangguan Huangquan showed not the slightest displeasure. On the contrary, her face was full of contentment.
Her slightly tipsy eyes turned to Egg Egg, and she said to Chu Feng: "You've got a fine World Spirit here."
After saying this, Shangguan Huangquan looked at Egg Egg and asked, "Girl, what should I call you?"
"You can call me Her Majesty."
Egg Egg's words were bold, but she wore a smile on her face.
She rarely showed smiles to outsiders, but this Shangguan Huangquan had saved Chu Feng from a desperate situation.