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"Elder Brothers, what is the meaning of this?" Jun Mo Xie frowned, staring at them with suspicion. "My grandpa is waiting for me tonight, and we need to leave. Let's not waste time."
That one sentence instantly crushed any thoughts they had of stealing the wine.
The Grand Duke Jun knew about it. That meant stealing it was out of the question—unless they wanted to deal with a very pissed-off old man with a terrifying reputation.
"Haha, ah, hehe, uh, hehe..." Dugu Ying, who had been all smiles a moment ago, now let out a series of meaningless chuckles, like a chicken trying to laugh while choking on a grain of rice. He frantically blinked at his brothers, and then, like tigers pouncing on fresh meat, the six Dugu brothers launched themselves at Jun Mo Xie!
BAM!
"GENTLY! DON'T HURT HIM!" Dugu Ying barked as they tackled him.
The poor servants were knocked out in an instant.
Before they even understood what was happening, they were already out cold, sprawled across the ground like discarded sacks of rice.
Meanwhile, Dugu Qian charged into a nearby room, vanishing in a gust of wind.
A long moment later, he stumbled back out, empty-handed.
"Idiot!" Dugu Xiong cursed. "Go get some bowls from the kitchen, dumbass!"
Without hesitation, Dugu Chong and Dugu Shang dashed off.
Moments later, they returned victorious, triumphantly carrying several large bowls, laughing like bandits who had just robbed a treasury.
"Alright, listen up!" Dugu Ying declared in a grave tone, looking as serious as a general leading troops into battle. "Be careful! Pour only a little bit from each jug! DO NOT spill a single drop! I repeat DO NOT spill! Just take a quick sip to satisfy our cravings, then we'll grab Jun Mo Xie and leave immediately!"
Then, his gaze sharpened as he turned to one particular brother.
"Old Six, I'm talking to you." He narrowed his eyes. "Last time we drank together, you nearly drowned in liquor. I swear, if you pass out this time, I will personally beat your ass!"
The others nodded solemnly. Clearly, they had been through this exact situation before.
The moment the wine touched Dugu Ying's lips, he froze.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
A heavenly moan burst from his throat as if he had just experienced enlightenment. His entire body trembled in ecstasy.
The wine glided down his throat like liquid silk, cool and refreshing—but then BOOM! A fiery explosion erupted in his belly, spreading through his veins like a raging inferno. His face flushed red, his eyes rolled back slightly, and for a moment, he thought he had ascended to the heavens.
"THIS! THIS IS THE WINE OF GODS!" He bellowed, shaking his fists in the air. "Even the imperial family's wine tastes like donkey piss compared to this!"
The other six, already impatient, took their own sips, and then it happened.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH~~~"
Seven grown-ass warriors, moaning in unison like a chorus of drunk angels who had just discovered the meaning of life. Their heads rolled back, their eyes shut in bliss, their bodies shivering as waves of pleasure washed over them.
"What the hell is wrong with these guys?!"
Jun Mo Xie, watching from the side, shivered in horror. He suddenly felt like a lost traveler who had accidentally wandered into a brothel, listening to the sounds of seven men having the time of their lives.
After that first sip, all hell broke loose.
The Dugu brothers fought like wild beasts over the wine.
"Eldest Brother, you already had two bowls! I only had one, dammit!"
"GO TO HELL, OLD SEVEN! THAT WAS MY BOWL!"
"Delicious…W-Who the hell just pushed me?!"
"STOP THAT BASTARD! OLD THREE'S SNEAKING HIS THIRD BOWL!"
Jun Mo Xie stared at them in disbelief. "Am I witnessing warriors… or a bunch of starving beggars fighting over food?"
And yet, somehow, not a single guard had come to investigate, not even one.
'This was… weird.'
This level of chaos should've drawn an army!
Jun Mo Xie was utterly dumbfounded, but then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his Third Uncle, Jun Wuyi.
Standing outside the courtyard, silently watching with a knowing smile.
And then, he disappeared.
The Jun Family guards, who had been standing ready, had silently withdrawn like shadows melting into the night.
Jun Mo Xie narrowed his eyes. "Oh, I see. Grandpa is letting this play out."
One large bowl held at least half a jin of wine and these idiots had no idea how strong it was.
Jun Mo Xie, who had been pretending to be knocked out, finally sat up and casually stretched his limbs.
But the Dugu brothers were in trouble.
One by one, they began dropping like flies.
Thud!
Dugu Qian, the weakest of the bunch, was the first to go. His body swayed once—then face-planted straight onto the ground.
THUD!
Dugu Chong went next, collapsing like a toppled statue.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Like dominoes, they all fell.
The once mighty and valiant Dugu warriors now lay sprawled across the floor, twitching slightly in their drunken stupor.
Jun Mo Xie shook his head.
"Damn it. Not even knockout drugs work this fast."
These idiots had gotten so drunk, so fast, they couldn't even tell which foot was forward and which foot was back!
As he gazed at their helpless, unconscious forms, he sighed, and then he grinned.
"Heh. Everything is according to plan."
The wine Young Master Jun had brewed this time was no ordinary liquor.
It was the liquor. This stuff wasn't just strong; it was lethal.
The first sip alone could peel the paint off the walls, and the foreshot? That wasn't even wine anymore.
It was pure, unholy liquid fire.
If anyone tried lighting a candle nearby, the whole courtyard might just explode.
And now the entire place had turned into a battlefield of fallen warriors.
Thunderous snoring echoed through the night, shaking the very foundation of Jun Mo Xie's courtyard.
It was a tragic sight as seven so-called mighty men sprawled out like defeated drunks, their limbs tangled together like a pile of discarded marionettes. If someone walked in at this moment, they'd think a massacre had just taken place.
Whoot Whoot
Jun Mo Xie, who had been standing to the side, still marveling at the absolute stupidity he had just witnessed, twitched violently.
Dugu Ying was whistling.
This fool was passed out drunk, snoring like a dying walrus, and yet somewhere in the depths of his unconscious mind, he had decided that now was a good time to start whistling.
Jun Mo Xie's eye twitched. His patience snapped.
BAM!
A flying kick landed squarely on Dugu Ying's ass.
The impact was so forceful that Dugu Ying flipped over like a roasted duck being turned mid-cook.
"Whistle again, and I'll make sure you wake up next week, you drunkard piece of shit!" Jun Mo Xie barked, his voice dripping with murderous intent.
The whistling stopped immediately.
For a brief moment, it seemed like the whole world had paused. Even the wind seemed hesitant to blow.
Then, from the depths of his drunken haze, Dugu Ying's lips barely moved.
"…Great wine…" He murmured, before sinking back into unconsciousness, a blissful smile plastered across his face.
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