Chapter 439: Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Hearing the woman’s words, the bargirl immediately nodded and left. She knew the woman—everyone at the bar called her Sister Ying. She’d brought the Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine idea to the bar, along with the main ingredients. Sales were slow, however, due to lack of awareness, so Sister Ying stayed to promote it.

Her promotional methods were unusual. She only approached strangers, never people she knew, and promoted the wine only once to each person, paying for their drink herself—though rarely. More often, she simply asked, “Would you like a cup of Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine? It’s not bad.”

Her strategy was too simplistic; the bar boss often criticized it, claiming her coldness alienated potential customers. Nevertheless, she continued promoting the wine to strangers daily, believing the initial sale was paramount. Repeat business didn’t concern her.

Despite this, sales improved, primarily due to the wine’s attractive color. Without her efforts, the bar likely would have rejected it.

“Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine?” Ye Mo said subconsciously. The coincidence surprised him; it was the same name as a plant he cultivated.

The woman smiled. “Yes, it’s quite good. I’ve never seen you here before.”

Ye Mo nodded. “I’ve never tried it, but the name is familiar. I’m surprised.”

The woman smiled. “Perhaps you’ve heard of it. You’ll like it. Although it’s a cocktail, it has a refreshing taste.” She’d spoken more than usual.

Ye Mo shook his head. “I know a plant called Blue Flower Blue Leaf Grass.”

“What? You’ve heard of Blue Flower Blue Leaf Grass?” The woman stared, her body trembling.

Ye Mo stared back, puzzled. Her reaction suggested familiarity; he’d brought the name from the Luo Yue Continent. How could she know it? Shouldn’t it be ‘Liu Blue Carrot’? Had she also transmigrated from the Luo Yue Continent? If so, she was a cultivator—impossible for a bargirl!

“Sister Ying, it’s here.” The girl arrived with two cups of wine.

Ye Mo looked at the blue cocktail. It looked alarming. He smelled it, his face changing instantly. It was Blue Flower Blue Leaf! Before the woman spoke, he drank it.

A faint trace of spirit chi went down with the wine. It was definitely Blue Flower Blue Leaf, though not aged. How could a regular bar use such a spirit herb in wine? Not even the hidden sects were that extravagant.

Excitement flickered on the woman’s face. She seemed eager to tell Ye Mo something but hesitated.

“Have you heard of it?” she asked incredulously.

Ye Mo studied her calmly. She was about 1.7 meters tall, with healthy, though not pale, skin. Her hair was short, her clothes stylish though revealing. Her eyes, however, lacked seductiveness; her most striking feature was her large breasts.

He was certain she wasn't a cultivator. Her complexion was likely due to long-term consumption of the wine.

Ye Mo nodded. “Yes, I know Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine, and that it’s a herb. I even know its other name here—it’s called—”

“May I ask your surname?” Excitement shone in her eyes. She’d deliberately interrupted him.

Ye Mo stopped. He sensed her intention, though unclear, and remained silent.

“I’m Lu Yingying. I live nearby. Would you like to come over?” she asked.

Ye Mo was stunned. They were strangers. Why the invitation? She didn’t seem promiscuous, yet her words sounded suggestive.

Seeing his confusion, Lu Yingying lowered her voice. “I just want to discuss the Blue Flower Blue Leaf Wine with you.”

The bar was busy; her invitation drew attention. Those who knew her were astonished. She’d worked there a while, only promoting the wine, never selling herself. Yet, she’d invited a handsome young man to her place. He wasn't wealthy, but clean. Many wealthier, taller, handsomer men frequented the bar—why him?

Ye Mo smiled, wanting to know the source of the herb. It was a low-level spirit herb wasted on wine. As he considered agreeing, his spirit sense marker was activated.

Ye Mo sneered. That was fast; only an hour had passed.

“Okay, but I need to go somewhere first. Wait for me here. I’ll be right back.” He left without looking back.

Before Lu Yingying could react, he was gone. She rushed to the door, but he’d vanished. She pulled her hair in frustration. She’d waited three years to find someone who knew Blue Flower Blue Leaf Grass, and he’d left without explanation.