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

In the void, Jieyin continued to conceal his presence and suppress the aura of a saint.

His gaze pierced through the endless distance, fixed intently on the figure in blue robes who was entering the human royal palace.

Gu Changqing!

This name, like a scar that can never heal, is deeply imprinted on his soul.

Even just thinking about it makes him restless.

Now, just seeing this figure is enough to shake this high and mighty saint to his core, making him unable to control himself.

This is the psychological shadow left after countless confrontations and countless defeats.

A fear that is almost instinctive.

However, just as Jieyin was feeling uneasy and uncertain, his powerful sage divine sense clearly captured the conversation between Gu Changqing and Di Xin below.

Humans... just here to find wine?

This reason is utterly absurd.

The first reaction of the guide was disbelief.

This is absolutely impossible!

There must be some shocking plot hidden behind this!

but……

As soon as one thought arises, another one pops up uncontrollably.

They pinned the excuse of "finding a drink" on Gu Changqing...

It seems...it appears...that's actually really reasonable?

After all, who in the primordial world didn't know that this Sword Immortal was a complete and utter drunkard?

He'll do anything for a drink!

This drunkard's behavior can never be judged by common sense.

Thinking of this, the heart that had been in her throat because of Gu Changqing's sudden appearance slowly returned to its original place.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Correct!

That must be it!

This is absolutely just a coincidence!

He began to constantly search for reasons to justify his judgment, trying to convince himself.

“My plan was flawless, even the Heavenly Dao was somewhat deceived. How could Gu Changqing possibly detect it?”

"Furthermore, who could have imagined it? Who dared to imagine it?"

"Would I, a saint of the Western Religion, an indestructible being, personally intervene to scheme against a mere human?"

"This is something that any powerful being in the primordial world would find inconceivable and completely out of character!"

"Therefore, there is absolutely no way Gu Changqing could know of my existence!"

"He came to Chaoge, one hundred percent because he smelled some wine and, on a whim, came to ask for a drink!"

This logical chain is flawless.

Every step is perfectly logical.

The more Jieyin thought about it, the more he realized that this was indeed the case. The unease and fear in his heart were quickly replaced by a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

In fact, a hint of contempt for Gu Changqing even rose in his heart.

He possesses extraordinary cultivation, yet he indulges in drinking all day long, showing no ambition. How narrow-minded he is!

Compared to a saint like myself who has devoted himself to the prosperity of the West and the future of the sect, they are worlds apart!

"He's just a drunkard, nothing to be afraid of."

Jieyin made up his mind, and his previously tense body completely relaxed.

Of course, such imaginings by Jieyin are more like self-consolation.

He even had the leisure to probe the palace with his divine sense, wanting to see what kind of wine this drunkard wanted to drink.

……

The human royal palace was a magnificent and resplendent palace.

Emperor Xin personally led Gu Changqing through the winding corridors to a palace specifically used to store tribute wine.

As the palace doors opened, a rich aroma of wine, almost tangible, wafted out!

This aroma is rich, lingering, and complex, a blend of the fragrances of countless spiritual grains and fruits. Just one whiff is enough to make one feel ethereal, as if one's very soul is about to be intoxicated.

Even Gu Changqing, whose eyes were always hazy with drunkenness, finally revealed a glimmer of true light.

"good."

He uttered two words softly, as if in approval.

Upon hearing this, Di Xin was overjoyed and quickly bowed to introduce:

"Senior, this hall is called 'Palace of Ten Thousand Brews'. Inside are the finest wines brewed by our human race's past kings, who spent countless efforts collecting rare and exotic fruits from all over the world."

"The oldest jar of these was brewed during the Three Sovereigns period, and it is now over ten thousand years old!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and carefully took down an extremely ancient-looking black pottery jar from a shelf carved from millennia-old warm jade.

The earthenware jar was sealed with a special golden clay, and a yellowed talisman was pasted on it, with mysterious runes flowing faintly, locking in the almost overflowing aroma of wine.

"Senior, this wine is called 'Human Emperor's Intoxication,' the wine that protects our human race. Please, senior, taste it!"

Di Xin held the wine jar with both hands and respectfully handed it to Gu Changchen.

However, Gu Changqing did not answer immediately.

He glanced at the wine jar casually, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he looked up and glanced casually in a certain direction of the palace.

That was a very casual action.

He did not use any supernatural powers, nor did he reveal the slightest bit of his energy.

He just glanced at it casually.

Then, he looked away, took the jar of "Human Emperor's Intoxication" from Di Xin, broke the seal, and took a big gulp.

"Gudong!"

As the spicy yet mellow liquor went down his throat, Gu Changqing squinted his eyes contentedly, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Good wine."

He gave a compliment.

He then flipped his hand, and a wine glass appeared.

Without wasting any words, Gu Changqing poured a full cup and then presented it to Di Xin.

"Haha, a thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend!"

"Now that we have met here today, let us drink together. Wouldn't that be delightful!"

Gu Changqing said this with a loud laugh.

If you didn't know better, you would definitely think he was just a drunkard who had already started urging others to drink.

On the other side, upon seeing this, Di Xin was also filled with a feeling of being flattered.

A dignified swordsman of wine, actually pouring wine for himself, a mere human?!

What an honor this is!

Or perhaps it's an immense honor?!

Di Xin hurriedly accepted the cup of wine with both hands.

"This...this...Di Xin thanks Senior Sword Immortal!"

Without hesitation, Di Xin tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

However, the moment the wine entered his stomach, Di Xin, who had previously looked both honored and apprehensive, suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body trembled, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"Senior...this..."

Di Xin looked at Gu Changqing with disbelief, about to say something.

But just as he opened his mouth, he heard Gu Changqing smile meaningfully again:

"Hehe... Let's drink to our hearts' content!"

"The pleasure of wine is beyond words..."

This sentence left Di Xin completely bewildered and confused.

But the next moment, he showed a thoughtful expression!