Singing boldly and honing the sword after wine, settling scores with abandon in dreams!

It hurt!

Tongtian felt an agonizing pang, as though his heart were bleeding.

The Water-Fire Gourd!

It was a genuine supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Out in the Primordial World, who knew how many Great Luo cultivators and even Quasi-Saints would fight for it at any cost?

Moreover, the Water-Fire Gourd specialized in destructive power, enough to turn the tide of a great battle.

Yet now, Gu Changqing had so casually turned it into a gourd for holding wine?

After brewing wine with Moon Laurel Blossoms, this was yet another jaw-dropping act of extravagance from Gu Changqing.

"Return the Water-Fire Gourd to your master at once!"

As he spoke, Tongtian reached out with one hand, trying to snatch the Water-Fire Gourd from Gu Changqing.

Seeing this, Gu Changqing swayed aside as though unsteady on his feet, yet neatly evaded Tongtian's hand.

Then, with effortless, unbridled flair, he raised the Wine God Gourd and gulped down several mouthfuls of fine wine.

At the sight, Tongtian's pupils contracted sharply.

"Don't!"

He cried out urgently.

The Water-Fire Gourd contained nine heavens profound fire and nine nether profound water.

Both were the ultimate powers of fire and water, terrifying beyond compare.

How could Gu Changqing possibly withstand them?

Tongtian could almost see Gu Changqing's body shattering in the next instant, killing him on the spot.

But after swallowing those mouthfuls of wine, Gu Changqing suddenly grinned.

"Tsk... this gourd really is extraordinary!"

"Even the wine inside has gotten a fair bit stronger!"

That was his only remark.

Other than that, nothing seemed amiss.

For a moment, Tongtian simply froze.

"Changqing, my disciple, you're... all right?!"

Tongtian spoke with lingering disbelief.

Hearing this, Gu Changqing looked puzzled instead.

"Hmm... master, what could possibly be wrong with me?"

"Hehe, the wine merely stirred my spirits. I'm already a little drunk!"

"Singing boldly and honing the sword after wine, settling scores with abandon in dreams... what bliss, what bliss!"

As he spoke, he took another mouthful of fine wine.

This time, Tongtian was utterly at a loss.

Little did he know that with the Great Dao of Wine protecting Gu Changqing, even the fiercest, most violent power would be completely suppressed and pose no threat to him.

Moreover, the killing aura infused into the wine gave Gu Changqing's own aura an added edge.

How strange. Changqing's body can actually withstand the scouring force of water and fire?

Just how many more secrets is this brat hiding?

Tongtian pondered inwardly.

For some inexplicable reason, Gu Changqing no longer felt like a junior disciple to him.

Still, once he confirmed that Gu Changqing truly was unharmed, Tongtian felt reassured and stopped worrying.

Besides, if nine heavens profound fire and nine nether profound water could cleanse his Dao body, Gu Changqing would only grow stronger.

In the end, Tongtian sighed helplessly.

"Very well!"

"Since you've already turned the Water-Fire Gourd into a wine gourd, do as you please!"

Giving Gu Changqing a meaningful look, Tongtian finally turned and left.

Behind him, the gathered disciples could only stare, dumbfounded, and marvel inwardly.

Good heavens!

Master Tongtian could tolerate even this?

One casual remark, and he let the whole matter slide?

Had any other disciple dared to squander a supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure like this, they would surely have been sent to suffer in the Ten Thousand Thunder Abyss again.

Tongtian was clearly treating Gu Changqing as his cherished disciple.

For a time, everyone gazed at Gu Changqing with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Even Duobao and the other direct disciples wore peculiar expressions and remained silent.

Meanwhile!

Within the Primordial World.

Two graceful figures rode streaks of rainbow light, their beauty breathtaking.

Wherever they passed, countless male cultivators turned to gaze at them with admiration.

"It's the two goddesses of the Moon!"

"Such beautiful goddesses! How fortunate are we to behold their celestial faces?!"

"Are those the legendary goddesses Xihe and Changxi? Their beauty truly eclipses countless beings, unrivaled through the ages!"

Hearing the exclamations rising around them, Xihe looked helpless as she traveled through the sky.

She cast a glare from her lovely eyes at Changxi beside her.

"This is all your fault, you little rascal, insisting on traveling the Primordial World!"

"Being watched like this really doesn't feel very pleasant!"

Quiet and serene by nature, Xihe found such adoration from the masses rather unwelcome.

At her words, Changxi gave a sheepish smile.

"Hehe... sister, you care so little for everyone's praise and admiration!"

"Could it be... that you're waiting for one particular person to notice you?"

As she spoke, Changxi looked toward the lands beyond the East Sea with a mischievous expression.

At those words, Xihe's cheeks instantly flushed red.

There was no need to say more. The person Changxi meant was naturally the Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changqing, whom they had met once before.

Ever since Gu Changqing had departed, Xihe had behaved quite unlike herself, showing an immense interest in the Primordial World.

That was precisely why she had agreed to Changxi's suggestion this time and come to the Primordial World.

But as a fellow woman, Changxi had long since noticed the change in Xihe.

Hence her teasing.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, the scenery around them shifted as though the stars themselves had changed places, transforming violently.

Before long, everything vanished from view.

Xihe and Changxi found themselves within a peculiar space, hidden from the perception of all living beings.

Before them, a figure of peerless elegance stood high above the heavens, her entire body shrouded in sacred light.

Overwhelming saintly might swept over them, making them realize at once that this was a Saint.

And in the present age, there was only one female Saint.

"Xihe and Changxi pay their respects to Saint Nuwa!"

The two hurriedly bowed, not daring to show the slightest neglect.

At their greeting, Nuwa nodded faintly.

"Dispense with the formalities!"

"I have come in response to a change in heavenly destiny. There is something I must tell you both!"

Hearing Nuwa's words, Xihe and Changxi looked puzzled.

What could a Saint want with them?

They heard Nuwa continue:

"I hold the Red Embroidered Ball, which governs the marriage bonds of heaven and earth!"

"Now, the unseen decree of heaven has revealed itself. You two are destined for a heavenly marriage with Demon Emperor Di Jun!"

Nuwa's voice was calm and unruffled.

Yet in Xihe and Changxi's hearts, her words were like rolling thunder, shaking them to their core.

A heavenly marriage?!

And with Demon Emperor Di Jun?

In other words, heavenly destiny had decreed that Xihe and Changxi should marry Di Jun?

This...

Needless to say, Xihe and Changxi were filled with resistance.

For one thing, they had never known Di Jun and had no dealings with him whatsoever.

To be told so suddenly that they were to become his wives caught them completely off guard.

For another, the Primordial World was currently in the midst of the witch-demon tribulation.

As one of the central parties in the tribulation, the Demon Race bore towering karmic entanglements. Xihe and Changxi had no wish to be tainted by them, much less dragged into the conflict.

Furthermore, they had long heard of the Demon Race's brutality, its habit of devouring humans, and its tyrannical conduct.

They felt not the slightest fondness for Di Jun.

After pondering for a moment, Xihe bowed respectfully and said:

"Saint Nuwa, this matter of a heavenly marriage has caught us sisters entirely unprepared!"

"We ask for your leniency, Saint. Please allow us some time to consider it!"

At these words.

Saint Nuwa, shrouded in boundless sacred light, immediately furrowed her delicate brows.