"The way he's drinking—"
Cao Jun was taken aback.
She watched as Yan Chuan devoured and drank recklessly for three whole days, during which the Monkey Wine never stopped, he just kept drinking.
For an ordinary person, they'd be drunk and burning up by now.
But Yan Chuan seemed perfectly fine.
"How much strength is he gaining from this?" Cao Jun envied. The Iron-Armed Monkeys, because they often drank Monkey Wine, possessed incredible strength. They didn't understand cultivation methods, didn't know about Qi-Blood or Inner Strength, but with the strength gained solely from Monkey Wine, they could break through the limits of Qi-Blood, growing comparable to Fourth Grade, Seventh Grade, or even Innate Level.
At this rate, with Yan Chuan drinking so recklessly, how much strength could he gain?
A thousand?
Ten thousand?
Or possibly more?
With so much Monkey Wine consumed, how much could Yan Chuan's strength increase?
Fourth Grade?
Seventh Grade?
Or even more?
