I Wish the Four Seas Would Turn to Wine-A Sip for Every Wave!

He was a full-fledged Personal Disciple.

What was wrong with having a drink?

Seeing Gu Changqing's utterly matter-of-fact expression, Duobao and the others were rather dumbfounded.

Why... did those words sound so strange?

As a saint's Personal Disciple, he ought to have been thinking of bringing glory to his own lineage and living up to the saint's high expectations.

Yet now, Gu Changqing seemed to mean that becoming a Personal Disciple had raised his status, allowing him to drink with even greater abandon?

Even senior brothers and sisters like Duobao could no longer tell him what to do.

So in this brat's eyes, the whole point of becoming a Personal Disciple was to drink?

Everyone was utterly speechless.

Gu Changqing paid them no further mind. He turned away, lifted the wine gourd in his hand, and began another bout of furious drinking.

"Gulp... gulp..."

The sounds of Gu Changqing's hearty drinking continued without pause.

A rich fragrance of wine spread through the cave abode.

Only when the aroma alone had left Duobao and the others slightly tipsy did Gu Changqing finally belch and release a long, satisfied breath.

The sight left Duobao and the others exchanging looks.

"Why do I feel that Junior Brother Changqing's capacity for wine has become even more terrifying since he was promoted to Personal Disciple?"

Golden Spirit Holy Mother clicked her tongue, her lovely face filled with astonishment.

"Indeed, this fellow just keeps drinking more and more!"

"If we had guzzled that much just now, we would probably have passed out dead drunk long ago."

Duobao nodded in agreement.

He, too, had noticed something strange about Gu Changqing.

Merely smelling that wine had left them all faintly tipsy.

Yet Gu Changqing had drunk several pounds, perhaps even a dozen or more, in one go.

Such a capacity for wine was simply frightening.

More importantly, none of them ever saw Gu Changqing enter seclusion to cultivate, comprehend the Dao, or anything of the sort.

They had no idea how much his cultivation had improved.

His capacity for wine, on the other hand, was growing before their very eyes.

Although they deliberately lowered their voices, their words did not escape Gu Changqing's ears.

Gu Changqing staggered, struggled to steady himself, then looked at Duobao and the others through bleary, drunken eyes.

"Hehe... thank you for the praise, senior brothers and sisters."

"But my capacity for wine is still... far from enough."

"One day, I wish the four seas would turn to wine-a sip for every wave!"

"Haha, how carefree and dashing that would be, how gloriously satisfying!"

Everyone rolled their eyes!

Who the hell was praising him?

And those words were downright mad.

The boundless four seas were unimaginably vast, and he wanted all of them turned into wine?

Wasn't this brat talking far too big?

Little did they know that Gu Changqing's words were no drunken ravings.

"The more I drink, the stronger I become."

"Everyone pursues what they call attaining the Dao and becoming a saint. Not me."

"I am the Wine Sword Immortal, and I swear to stand alone at the pinnacle of the Way of Wine..."

Gu Changqing did not even look at Duobao and the others.

For him, the Way of Wine and the Sword Dao had long since formed a wondrous fusion beyond description.

His growing capacity for wine was the outward manifestation of his attainments in the Sword Dao.

If the day came when no one in the world could rival his drinking, his sword intent would likewise look down upon the cosmos, unmatched by anyone.

To Duobao and the others, however, these were merely the incoherent ramblings of a drunken Gu Changqing.

They silently curled their lips.

Standing alone at the pinnacle of the Way of Wine? What utter nonsense.

Could he really kill his opponents just by drinking?

Then something occurred to Duobao, and he changed the subject.

"Junior Brother Changqing, the Demon Court will hold the heavenly marriage ceremony in a hundred years!"

"All of us Personal Disciples can accompany Master there."

"If you stay dead drunk for another hundred years, won't you miss such an opportunity?"

Duobao's tone carried a hint of enticement.

As soon as he finished, Golden Spirit Holy Mother and the others chimed in.

"Exactly, Junior Brother Changqing. Every time you get drunk, it lasts hundreds or thousands of years."

"If you want to accompany Master to the Demon Court, you had better stop drinking for now."

"At the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony, all the mighty figures of this age will gather at the Demon Court."

"It will be a perfect chance for our younger generation to make our mark and have our names resound throughout heaven and earth."

They could let Gu Changqing's habitual drinking within their own lineage slide.

But when they went to the Demon Court, under the eyes of countless living beings, surely this brat could not still appear in such a drunken state?

Wouldn't that disgrace the Interception Sect?

Besides, Duobao and the others firmly believed that attending the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony was enticing enough.

No one could resist it.

Indeed, this was an opportunity that countless ordinary disciples could only dream of.

Yet, upon hearing their words...

Gu Changqing did not even lift his eyelids before waving them off.

"What? A hundred years from now?"

"So, according to Senior Brother Duobao, I can't drink for the next hundred years?"

"Not going, not going. Whoever wants to attend the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony can go."

"Nothing is allowed to disturb my drinking here..."

Duobao and the others were dumbstruck.

Why... was their persuasion making things worse?

After all their painstaking advice, not only had Gu Changqing failed to exercise restraint and cut back on his drinking...

He had instead decided outright not to attend the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony?

"You..."

Duobao choked with anger.

Gu Changqing was simply impervious to reason.

The years drifted by!

A hundred years sounded like a long time.

But to cultivators of the Primordial World, whose lifespans were endless, it was merely a flick of the fingers.

On this day, the world's tranquility was shattered.

Boom!

At a certain moment, a mighty toll of a bell suddenly rang out Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Looking into the distance, one could see Five-Colored Radiance flowing, illuminating the nine heavens and the cosmos with unfathomable wonder as an oppressive might spread.

"The Chaos Bell has sounded. Is the heavenly marriage about to begin?"

"The time has come. Let us set out for the Demon Court."

Countless Mighty Experts understood at once. They left their sanctums, rode streaks of rainbow light, and flew Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, Ancestor Hong Yun of Fire Cloud Palace, Ancestor Minghe of the endless Blood Sea...

And the Human Sect, the Chan Sect, the Western Teachings, and others.

Within the Interception Sect!

Tongtian, too, awoke from his seclusion.

Looking around, he saw that Duobao and the rest of the Eight Great Personal Disciples had already assembled in Biyou Palace.

Of his nine Personal Disciples, only Gu Changqing was absent.

Tongtian shook his head with a chuckle, knowing that the brat must be drinking in his own cave abode again.

He was not angry, but gave an instruction.

"Duobao, go and summon your Junior Brother Changqing!"

"Then we shall set off for the Demon Court."

At this, Duobao's expression stiffened. He hesitated for a moment before finally replying.

"Well... Master, Junior Brother Changqing once said that nothing was allowed to disturb his drinking."

"He has no intention of attending the Heavenly Marriage Ceremony, either."

Duobao recounted everything that had happened earlier.

As he listened, Tongtian's expression turned peculiar, and he could not help shaking his head and chuckling repeatedly.

"Hehe, no matter!"

"I have my own way of making him come along obediently."

With that, Tongtian immediately led Duobao and the others toward Gu Changqing's cave abode.