Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 82

Yun Jiahu’s face beamed with reverence, and he said, “This alcohol is named ‘Xi Feng Liquor.’ It was personally invented by the legendary Major General from Xi Ye. In Xi Ye, three hundred thousand men drank this alcohol while they protected the country. When they went to war and fought the enemies, they won every single time. Therefore, this Xi Feng Liquor is also known as the ‘God of War’s Wine’!”

Yun Jiahu was extremely emotional on the inside, his expression was one of happy reminiscence.

“Xi Feng Liquor, it is a liquor that tastes like the blood of brave men, marching on their long journey to become heroes on a snowy road of a frosty morning.”

Two years ago, he was stationed in Xi Ye for duty. After drinking the Xi Feng Liquor, he could still remember that overbearing and domineering power of that liquor, the tender sweet aftertaste, the heartiness and exhilaration that it gave, so intense as if he was riding across the skies—it was simply an unforgettable experience for him!

That was why the moment the Xi Feng Liquor touched his lips, he spoke so rudely.

Li Fenglan stared at Yun Jiahu’s exaggerated facial expressions that alternated between tears and laughter in astonishment. She snorted and mumbled with dissatisfaction, “Who cares if it’s the God of War’s Wine or not. In the end, it was just alcohol made by a soldier. Jiahu, you are a soldier too. In fact, you are a mighty Lieutenant Colonel. Why are you praising other people at the expense of your own prestige?”

Yun Jiahu shook his head. The look of admiration had not left his face, and he did not look the slightest bit upset. In a deep voice, he said, “Next to the legendary Major General from Xi Ye, I am nothing. I do not even consider myself worthy enough to kneel before him or to even carry his shoes.”

When Li Fenglan heard this, she was so surprised that her jaw dropped open in astonishment.

Likewise, the usually steady Yun Jiaming was utterly shocked.

His brother was a proud man with a bright future. He got promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel before the age of forty, and the promotion to become a General was likely on the horizon; it was unfathomable that Yun Jiahu was actually being so respectful and admiring of that Major General from Xi Ye!

But from Yun Jiahu’s perspective, it was reasonable that they didn’t know that the Major General of Xi Ye was the Dragon Soul’s God of War, who was unparalleled in the nation!

With his sheer might, he guarded Xi Ye’s borders for ten years. What ensued from all those years of service was a resounding military feat. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

His might was the aspiration of tens of thousands of Donghua’s youth.

Most importantly, he was young, and with youth came boundless opportunities.

He was even the subject of many prophecies. It was safe to say that this legendary Major General from Xi Ye could replace the mighty Lord Chu who controlled the entire Donghua’s army and become its new guardian.

“D-Does this mean that this alcohol is valuable?” Li Fenglan suddenly felt her heartbeat quickened as it suddenly dawned on her that she made a grave mistake.

“Valuable? Xi Feng Liquor is practically our men’s religion. Furthermore, it is the military’s pride. How can you possibly put a price on it?” Yun Jiahu looked dissatisfied and scoffed coldly, “This alcohol is not something that money can buy.”

Li Fenglan was awfully flustered as she stuttered, “T-There’s surely a certain price for it? Oh, Jiahu, you’re making me so anxious!”

Impatience started to creep in, and Yun Jiahu stuck three fingers up right away. “At least this number.”

“Three hundred? Three thousand?” Li Fenglan covered her mouth in surprise. “Could it be thirty thousand per bottle?”

She could buy two boxes of Feitian Moutai [1] with thirty thousand.

“Three million!”

Yun Jiahu definitely had their attention now. He continued in his deep voice, “If you keep this for another few years until the God of War is at the peak of his military career, its price might very well soar up to ten million!”

“Oh my God!”

Li Fenglan was so shocked that she yelped and flung the bowl and chopsticks in her hands away. At lightning speed, she ran down the stairs and rummaged through the trash can.

She felt sick to her stomach. The alcohol cost three million per bottle, yet she threw it away like it was nothing. She felt so foolish that she wanted to give herself two hard slaps.

But this world had no remedy for regret. The two alcohol bottles had already been shattered a long time ago, and not even a single drop of the alcohol remained.

Li Fenglan’s hope was completely shattered; she stood in front of the trash can for a long time, not knowing what to do.

The alcohol cost three million a bottle. The price might even go up in the future, but it was now gone just like that.

“Fenglan, y-you… You really wasted a good thing!” Yun Jiahu sighed. He really didn’t know what to say.

“I-I didn’t know that that bottle of alcohol would be so expensive.” Li Fenglan was close to tears. She gnashed her teeth and said, “It’s Chu Feng’s fault. Why didn’t he tell me earlier that the alcohol was worth so much? First, this as*hole ruined the marriage I had planned with the Li family. Then, he made us lose a couple of million. I-I don’t want to live anymore.”

[1] Feitian Moutai, or Kweichow Moutai is a brand of baijiu, a distilled Chinese liquor (spirit), made in the town of Maotai in China's Guizhou province. Produced by the state-owned Kweichow Moutai Company, the beverage is distilled from fermented sorghum. It was named after the town with the same name in Kweichow in the Guizhou Province, where winemaking has a very long history. The name “feitian” means flying fairy, depicting the famous historical Buddhist paintings in the Dunhuang caves.