War Flames Brew a New World

My beloved and my enemy joined forces to nail me to the charred ruins of my family's distillery. Amid the towering flames, I saw every betrayal for what it was.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the eve of a nation in ruins. Enemy troops were about to arrive, and a traitor was eyeing my family's ancestral distillery.

The gray jade bangle my mother left me suddenly grew hot on my wrist. I bit my fingertip and completed the blood pact.

A pocket dimension opened, and the spirit spring awakened. This time, I would use a jug of strong liquor to burn through this dark and chaotic world.

"The Dai family's liquor recipe is an antique. It should have been handed over to the Imperial Army long ago!" My fiance laughed as he held a female spy in his arms.

I secretly mixed the spirit spring into a new batch, and far away on the front lines, a legend suddenly began to spread:

A ghost squad carried "Blazing Prairie" liquor. Their wounds healed as if by magic, and when they raided at night, they fought like mad tigers.

The enemy colonel offered a huge reward for the capture of the "Brewing Witch," but I sneaked into his victory banquet and blew up his entire command center amid the rich aroma of liquor.

As the country teetered in chaos, I used my pocket dimension to smuggle supplies right under their noses.

On the surface, I was a bartender ingratiating myself with the enemy camp. In secret, I had become the most mysterious "Liquor King" on the underground front.

The spirit spring could save soldiers on the brink of death, and it could also make traitors die smiling at a lavish banquet.

Then, on a rainy night, I pulled the badly wounded guerrilla leader, "Sharp Sword," out of a pool of blood.

He opened his eyes in my pocket dimension and stumbled upon the deadliest secret in the world:

"Dai Jiu Niang, you want revenge, and I want to save the country. Why don't we turn the whole world upside down?"

Later, the enemy discovered that their arms depots kept vanishing without a trace, and their command centers were always seized while they were drunk.

Before every major battle, our soldiers would drink a bowl of scalding "Tears of the Nation."

On the night of victory, reeking of gunpowder smoke, he planted the brand-new national flag amid the ruins of the distillery