Supreme Wine Dao
Drunken Immortal Wine meant that even Immortals in the heavens would get drunk after drinking it.
Yet Jun Changxiao had downed twenty jars in a row. Not only was he completely fine, he stood there with his arms folded, calm and composed.
Wine Demon Head began muttering to himself inwardly.
Could the wine that entered his stomach have been neutralized?
"Impossible!"
He immediately dismissed the idea. "This wine is brewed in a special way. Once it fuses into the body, it can never be broken down!"
In that case...
He had truly encountered an expert of the Wine Dao!
Wine Demon Head never dreamed that two infant forms existed within Jun Changxiao's Dantian, much less that the wine entering his stomach had all been refined by those two.
Fire Spirit in particular had opened his eyes from sleep the moment the alcohol began madly battering his father's Sea of Consciousness and thoughts. He then transformed into a streak of light and blocked the only path through—one came, one died; a crowd came, a crowd died.
As an existence capable of purifying evil thoughts, purifying alcohol was naturally as easy as turning over his hand.
Evil Spirit performed quite well too. He guarded another intersection, first enveloping the liquor before packaging it up and refining it, occasionally taking a couple of sips for himself.
Once all the wine that had entered the body was refined and the little fellows returned to the Dantian, Evil Spirit used the lingering alcohol to point at Fire Spirit's nose and curse him, venting the grievances he had suffered earlier. In the end... he got beaten up.
"..."
Jun Changxiao paid no heed to the two little fellows making a fuss inside him. Instead, he looked at Wine Demon Head without changing expression.