Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Okay, now approaching us is the delegation from Wuliangye."

"Look, the members of the Wuliangye delegation are striding confidently, each exuding immense self-assurance while cradling a bottle of the precious, collector's edition Wuliangye in their hands."

"Their attire is strikingly colorful, their expressions animated, their eyes glinting with a murderous intent. What a Wuliangye delegation! I firmly believe they will achieve outstanding results in this competition."

Amidst the cheers of the host, several members of the Wuliangye delegation stepped into the venue, raising their hands high, "Competition comes first, friendship second, anyone who wants to challenge me, to hell with them!"

Thud! A number of people fell over instantly. Damn it, that oath is way too domineering, isn't it? It's as if they're declaring war right here and now.

The host gave an awkward smile, glancing at the overbearing Wuliangye delegation with twitching lips and quickly gestured grandly to avoid further embarrassment, "Alright, that's enough, let us now welcome our second delegation."

"The crown jewel of Guizhou, its fragrance fills the world."

"Next, walking towards us is our Maotai delegation, the national liquor of China. Maotai boasts a long history, having been greatly acclaimed since the time of Emperor Wu of Han, and its glory has never faded."

"The national liquor, Maotai, will be a strong contender in this ranking competition. They have always been imitated but never surpassed."

"Look at them, their eyes brimming with terrifying confidence, how dazzling they are, their gaze sharp as a knife, ready to annihilate all adversaries."

"Look, look at their proud chests, seemingly embracing the essence of Qiankun, the two polarities of Yin and Yang. Maotai is powerful!"

The host couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "Maotai represents an era, a pioneer, a brand of white liquor renowned throughout the world."

"Above the heavens and below the earth, I stand unrivaled, always imitated, never surpassed. Should any formidable foe appear, they'll be swept away with a wave of 666!"

Everyone was taken aback again. Damn, yet another bizarre declaration. Tsk tsk, what's going on today? These delegations seem to be as pumped up as if they've been injected with chicken blood.

"Alright, now let's welcome another team of ours, 'Drawing Sword in Golden Mink, Toasting with Untied Fur'."

"The delegation from Jiannanchun, one of the thirteen famous liquors of the Tang Dynasty, holds a highly esteemed reputation among the public and is considered a fine brew in the hearts of countless people."

"Look, the Jiannanchun delegation is truly creative. Just look at how they join their fingers together to represent their 'sword', their faces turned southward to represent 'south', and their smiles as enchanting as spring, representing 'spring'."

The Jiannanchun delegation walked proudly, their fingers suddenly flicking out, "Our sword points southeast, relentless in battle, whoever dares to fight, we'll accompany to the end. Offend our Jiannanchun, even distant foes shall be inebriated!" Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

The host smacked his lips and blinked, well then, one more peculiar and domineering than the last.

"Now we welcome the friends from the Yanghe delegation to the stage, new technology, new craftsmanship, old flavor, affordable and cheap, a must-drink gem for everyone's white liquor life."

The Yanghe delegation had a look of solemnity as they entered the arena, their gaze sweeping over everyone, causing each person to tremble at heart from such a murderous look.

"Yanghe, Yanghe, I'm the strongest, ah Yanghe, Yanghe, I'm the best. Unbeatable among white liquors, how lonely it is to be unrivaled!"

All of a sudden, a group of men in their thirties and forties outrageously stuck out their buttocks, cupping their faces with their hands, crying out loud. Everyone was dumbstruck.

Even the first three delegations bulged their eyes. What the heck, have they gone mad? And yet, the Yanghe delegation of big men remained unflustered and composed, their expressions steadfast.

"Luzhou Laojiao, the delegation from this distillery is rather formidable. Luzhou Laojiao is the only spirit listed as a national key cultural relic for protection, and it's hailed as a 'national treasure cellar pool.' It also has the reputation of producing the finest strong-flavored liquor today."

The representatives of Luzhou Laojiao stepped forward, all heads bowed, their expressions hidden from view. The silence in the air was somewhat oppressive.

Suddenly, they lifted their heads, their faces covered by placards, which read from left to right: Luzhou Laojiao, cellaring the world, all other white spirits, are nothing but trash.

As soon as these signs appeared, the Moutai delegation immediately took offense, standing up in protest, "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing? Take that down now, hurry up!"

"Cut the crap, I won't take it down, what are you going to do about it? I am unique. Go on, hit me. If you dare lay a finger on me, it's a crime. I'm a national treasure, damn it!"

The Luzhou Laojiao delegation instantly grew angry and loudly retorted. Jiannanchun, on the side, quickly tried to pacify Moutai, "Calm down now, calm down. Why the rush when I'm not even upset?"

"He wasn't targeting you, though. I am feeling some kind of way about this. Who does he think he is talking about? I, Jiannanchun, am sitting right here. Who thinks they can talk like that?"

"Go to hell, get lost, you sons of bitches. Whoever dares to challenge my existence, I'll smack the life out of you!"

The Moutai representatives threw themselves into the fray, kicking to start the physical altercation. Jiannanchun saw this and thought, damn it, I'm not a pushover either, charging in with giants slaps ready.

"Hey, hey, listen to me—Wuliangye—for a second. What on earth are you all squabbling over? I haven't even spoken yet. What's it got to do with Luzhou Laojiao?"

Wuliangye hadn't even finished speaking when the Luzhou Laojiao group suddenly removed the placards from their faces, eyes blazing with fury, "You want to provoke us? Is that it?"

"Yeah, I'm provoking you. What are you going to do about it? Come on then, I'll break your legs. Still calling yourself 'old cellar'? You're just an old fart, making a fool of yourself. Go back to your old home, you're a protected species."

"Damn it, brothers, hit them! Beat these son of a bitches!" The representatives from Luzhou Laojiao, now enraged, waved their hands and plunged into battle.

The Yanghe delegation was stunned, and the members behind the lead delegate couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what do we do? They've started fighting."

"Damn it, what else can we do? Join in, of course. We are Yanghe, for crying out loud. How can we be cowards? Fight for me!"

The leader of the Yanghe delegation also gestured fiercely, shouting, "Hit them hard!" and rushed into the melee. In an instant, the entire venue descended into chaos.

The other famous liquor brands waiting outside were dumbstruck, "What the heck are they doing, ignoring us? That won't do, even we, the Lai Hao brand, are stars here."

"Brothers, can we really just stand by and watch this disdain?"

"We cannot, screw it—fight them! Show them our liquor's might!"

In no time, all the delegations, as if injected with adrenaline, charged forth. The emcee on stage gaped at the bedlam unfolding below.

"Ah, joining the battlefield now are the representatives from Fen Liquor, Lang Liquor, Gujing Liquor, Xifeng Liquor, and Dong Liquor."

The host, upholding a strong sense of professionalism, began to announce the names of the delegations joining the fray.

"Ye Ling, do we need to go out there and join the battle too?" Ye Wudao asked excitedly from the back. Ye Ling glanced at him.

"Idiots fighting idiots. Why get involved in that nonsense, you idiot."