Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Say it.

Gu Changqing ignored the bewildered, confused, and even somewhat dumbfounded expressions of the three saints behind him.

He simply stood up, still carrying his wine gourd, swaying slightly.

step.

Two steps.

His steps were unsteady, and his body swayed, as if he would collapse drunk at any moment.

Yet he took each step steadily, heading out of Biyou Palace, his direction crystal clear, pointing directly to the human land.

As he walked, he tilted his head back and gulped down his liquor.

The rich aroma of wine, along with his departing figure, wafted throughout the entire Jie Sect.

Within the Jie Sect, there was a deathly silence.

Every single one of the disciples of the Jie Sect was frozen in place.

What did they see?

Senior Brother Changqing (Junior Brother)... just like that, he's gone?

Are these three high and mighty Primordial Saints just left here like this?

They're not even going to acknowledge it?!

The disciples of the Jie Sect looked at each other, their faces revealing undisguised astonishment and shock.

Good guy!

I exclaimed, "Wow!"

What incredible courage!

How dashing!

Looking across the entire prehistoric world, besides Dao Ancestor Hongjun, perhaps only this Senior Brother Changqing (Junior Brother) would dare to show such disrespect to a sage!

After a brief silence, someone in the crowd couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

That laugh was like a switch being turned on.

In an instant, all the disciples of the Jie Sect in the entire Biyou Palace could no longer hold back. They wanted to laugh but dared not laugh out loud, and could only desperately suppress it, their shoulders shrugging, looking extremely comical.

They looked in the direction of the three saints with awe, but more so with a mischievous schadenfreude.

The expressions on the faces of the three sages, left standing there, were truly priceless.

Nuwa and Houtu were alright; they were just a little surprised and amused. They had developed a certain immunity to Gu Changqing's unconventional way of doing things.

Only the Tongtian Sect Leader seemed to be in a bad mood.

This is within his lineage!

In front of so many of his disciples and grand-disciples, he was completely ignored by his most valued disciple!

This is quite a loss of face!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to salvage the situation, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know where to begin.

To scold him? I can't bear to.

Stop him? That last sentence, "Could it be...", clearly indicated that he had seen through the secrets of heaven. Stopping him would ruin everything.

In the end, all the emotions turned into a helpless, bitter laugh.

The Tongtian Sect Leader shook his head, looking in the direction of the palace gate where Gu Changqing had disappeared, and said to Nuwa and Houtu as if talking to himself:

"Never mind, that's always been the way of him. Let him be. Perhaps... he has his own reasons."

These words were less an explanation to Nuwa and Houtu, and more a speech to himself, a way to save face.

Nuwa nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

For some reason, when she saw Gu Changqing's drunken yet confident appearance, the ominous premonition she had felt earlier due to the chaos of the heavens was inexplicably lessened.

It seemed that as long as Gu Changqing took action, no matter how big the storm, he could easily quell it.

This almost blind trust was something she herself found somewhat unbelievable.

……

the other side.

human race.

The great Shang capital, Chaoge.

As the place where the current human race's fortunes converge, Chaoge City is at its most prosperous and flourishing.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people, a scene of prosperity and vitality.

The people lived in peace and prosperity, and cultivators came and went in an endless stream, all of which demonstrated the achievements of the Emperor's rule and the national strength of the Shang Dynasty.

However, at a certain moment.

A figure appeared in the sky above Chaoge City without warning.

He was dressed in a blue robe, with a slightly disheveled appearance, and held an ordinary wine gourd in his hand, which he casually hovered in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering pressure, nor any extraordinary phenomenon of rays of light.

He stood there quietly, seemingly out of place with this world and this bustling capital.

At first, not many people noticed his presence.

Until a peddler selling his wares on the street glanced up and saw the figure in the sky.

"Then...what is that?"

The peddler rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

His exclamation drew the attention of those around him, and more and more people followed his gaze and looked up at the sky.

"There are people in the sky!"

"Is he an immortal?"

"Look! It really is an immortal!"

In an instant, the once bustling street seemed to have been put on pause.

Countless gazes converged on the figure in the green robe.

Immediately afterward, an old cultivator who had been practicing in Chaoge City for many years trembled violently the moment he saw the figure clearly, and the whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

His lips trembled, and with all his might, he let out a roar filled with boundless excitement and reverence.

"It's...it's Senior Sword Immortal!"

"It's the Drunken Sword Immortal!!!"

boom!

The Drunken Sword Immortal!

These three words seemed to possess boundless magic, instantly igniting the entire city of Chaoge!

The silence was completely shattered, replaced by a deafening roar and uproar!

"What?! It's the legendary Sword Immortal?!"

"Heavens! In my lifetime, I have actually witnessed the arrival of the Drunken Sword Immortal!"

"Quickly! Kneel down! Bow down to the immortal!"

"May the Sword Immortal protect the human race!!"

Countless ordinary people, merchants, and even cultivators in the city spontaneously knelt down and worshipped the figure in the sky, their faces filled with fervor and piety.

That scene was even more spectacular than the worship of the human emperor!

Human race, the Drunken Sword Immortal!

This is not just a name, but a legend, a myth!

It was this senior who repeatedly stepped in to save humanity from imminent collapse during times of crisis!

It was this senior who passed down the martial arts, giving humanity a foundation for survival!

It can be said that in the hearts of the human race today, Gu Changqing's prestige is unmatched!

Even a saint wouldn't do it!

Deep inside the palace.

Emperor Xin, who was discussing state affairs with his ministers, suddenly sensed a tremendous surge of sound and fervent faith from the outside world.

He frowned, about to send someone to investigate.

A commander of the Imperial Guards scrambled into the main hall, so excited that he was incoherent.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It's...it's Senior Sword Immortal!"

"The Sword Immortal... has descended upon Chaoge!"

what? !

Upon hearing this, Di Xin dropped the bamboo slip in his hand with a thud and stood up abruptly!

His usually dignified face was instantly replaced by an overwhelming excitement and surprise.

He didn't even have time to tidy his appearance before striding out of the hall, followed by a group of civil and military officials who disregarded the proper etiquette between ruler and subject and hurriedly followed.

When Di Xin arrived at the palace gate, he immediately saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the sky.

There was no hesitation.

This powerful ruler, who governed countless territories and brought human fortune to its peak, knelt down respectfully before the figure in the sky.

A voice, imbued with supreme authority and utmost respect, resounded throughout the entire capital.

"Emperor Xin of the Human Realm respectfully welcomes Senior Sword Immortal!"