Originally, everyone was skeptical about the authenticity of the Fountain of Immortality, but when they witnessed the dramatic increase in the cultivation of the Black-faced Demon Cultivator, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in amazement.

As demon cultivators, their lifelong pursuit is to constantly break through their cultivation levels, dreaming of becoming a Demon King, Demon Emperor, Demon Saint, or even the earth-shattering Demon Venerable.

However, achieving a breakthrough is extraordinarily difficult, often requiring years of arduous cultivation for even a minor achievement. But for the Black-faced Demon Cultivator to increase from demon cultivator to Demon King by drinking a mere mouthful of water was astonishing beyond belief—could this really be the power of the Fountain of Immortality?

With this thought, several demon cultivators rushed over, each one trying to seize the wooden bucket from the Black-faced Demon Cultivator, who hastily clung to the bucket and fled to one side.

Some demon cultivators chased the Black-faced Demon Cultivator to grab the bucket, while others clung to the edge of the well, using the Power of Demon Patterns to turn into buckets, drawing water to drink.

For a moment, all the demon cultivators gathered around the well, but only Yan Shilin, Qin Xingyuan, Wang Yan, and Ouyang Feiting stood there motionless.

Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting remained calm, while Yan Shilin and Qin Xingyuan, despite standing still, became increasingly restless as they watched everyone else easily boost their cultivation.

Though they believed nothing in the world could be so simple, seeing others advance so rapidly left them scratching their heads in anxious frustration.

However, Yan Shilin and Qin Xingyuan kept watching Wang Yan, hesitant to advance because he had not moved forward.

Just then, the Black-faced Demon Cultivator returned, having broken through to become a Demon Emperor.

Now exceedingly pleased with himself, the Black-faced Demon Cultivator burst into an arrogant laugh, "I never thought, one day, I would be a Demon Emperor. Hahaha!"

By this time, others had also broken through, some achieving Demon Emperor status, others reaching Demon King.

The Fountain of Immortality appeared to have limits, unable to provide further breakthroughs past a certain point for now.

Feeling incredibly pleased, the Black-faced Demon Cultivator glanced at the earlier maid and asked, "You've been drinking this water all along, so why haven't you broken through?"

The maid responded mysteriously, "I don't understand what Lord means by a breakthrough."

The Black-faced Demon Cultivator paused in confusion, then burst into laughter, "I understand now. Demon Cultivators break through by drinking the water from the Fountain of Immortality, but ordinary people who drink it become immortal. Hahaha. Such a wonderful place! I must stay a few days longer here."

Upon hearing the Black-faced Demon Cultivator's words, the maid joyously said, "That's wonderful. Welcome, Exalted Lords. We have long had no visitors here, it was just us maids all the while."

Saying this, the maid's face turned slightly red.

Encouraged by the maid's implication, the Black-faced Demon Cultivator gleefully embraced her, saying, "Come, find me the best room and the prettiest maid."

Upon seeing this, the maids who had been hidden inside the houses rushed out to greet him.

Indeed, all the maids acted as if they hadn't seen men in centuries, and regardless of age, size, or appearance, each demon cultivator was quickly surrounded by two or three maids and led inside.

Some maids approached Wang Yan and the others, but were quickly sent away.

Soon, the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and singing came from inside the houses.

Qin Xingyuan, biting his lip, contemplated for a long time, then stomped his foot, walked to the well, lifted his hand, and used the Power of Demon Patterns to form a bowl, drawing a bowl of water from the well.

Staring at the bowl in his hand, Qin Xingyuan pondered for a long moment, unable to bring himself to drink it.

Qin Xingyuan gave a cold snort, clutching the bowl, and walked towards the house.

Yan Shilin thought for a moment, smiled at Wang Yan, and asked, "Brother Wang Yan, why aren't you drinking the water?"

Wang Yan cast a glance at Yan Shilin and replied, "You haven't drunk it either."

Seeing Wang Yan not answering, Yan Shilin raised an eyebrow, smiled, and stepped into the house.

After everyone left, Ouyang Feiting asked Wang Yan, "Brother Wang Yan, why can't we drink this water?"

Wang Yan smiled lightly and said, "Because it's not water at all."

"Not water? Then what is it?" Ouyang Feiting asked.

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know either. It's a pity the Fire-Eating Ants can't speak; otherwise, they would tell me what it is."

At that moment, dozens of Fire-Eating Ants crawled out near the edge of the well, climbing up to Wang Yan's feet.

Wang Yan raised his hand and collected the Fire-Eating Ants into his Starlight Ring.

Wang Yan then said, "Though the Fire-Eating Ants didn't tell me what this is, they did reveal that there was originally no well here. As for what exactly it is, let's go inside and find out."

With that, Wang Yan led Ouyang Feiting into the house.

Upon entering, they were met with extreme luxury, intricate carvings and railings, and vermilion curtains.

Inside the house, red wooden tables filled the room, each one occupied by a demon cultivator.

Surrounding these demon cultivators were young maids as graceful as swallows and as beautiful as peach blossoms, some leaning against the cultivators, others serving them exquisite wines—the entire scene was extravagant and licentious.

Seeing this, Ouyang Feiting furrowed her brow, muttering under her breath, "Men are all no good."

Hearing Ouyang Feiting's words, Wang Yan looked at her in surprise.

When she saw Wang Yan looking at her, Ouyang Feiting's face flushed, and she cheekily stuck out her tongue, squinting her eyes with a smile, "Brother Wang Yan, of course, you are not included."

Amused by Ouyang Feiting's playfulness, Wang Yan playfully tapped her on her nose.

As they spoke, the two walked inside the house.

The maid from earlier quickly approached and escorted Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting to a table near the door, where two or three maids immediately brought out fine wine, placing it on the table.

The maid said, "Lord, this wine is also brewed with the water from the fountain outside. Please have a taste."

With that, she brought a full bowl of wine to Wang Yan's front.

Wang Yan glanced around and saw that Yan Shilin and Qin Xingyuan were seated at the table opposite, each accompanied by beautiful women, yet neither drank, both looking in Wang Yan's direction.

Faced with the wine presented by the maid, Wang Yan shook his head and said, "I won't drink it."

Hearing this, the maid's expression soured slightly, and she coldly stated, "If you don't drink, it means our wine isn't good enough for you, and you despise us. Our lives are so pitiful, having waited for so long, only for you to look down on us."

With that, the maid began to cry.

Seeing her cry, all the other maids in the room started crying as well.

The Black-faced Demon Cultivator angrily exclaimed, "What a party pooper! Wang Yan, I've had enough of you. I order you to drink this wine right now, or I'll strike you dead with a single palm."

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