"Damn it, this brat really has nothing to fear!"
"With a Saint backing him, he does whatever he pleases."
Ji Meng, one of the Ten Demon Saints, muttered under his breath, anger smoldering in his eyes.
The countless Mighty Experts present were all perceptive people who knew when to advance and when to retreat.
They also knew just how precious the Flat Peach immortal wine was.
Thus, most of them only took a few modest sips.
Gu Changqing, however, looked as though he wished he could soak his entire body in the Flat Peach immortal wine.
More importantly, he was a Jie Sect Disciple, and a Personal Disciple at that.
The Demon Court dared not raise any objections.
Whenever Gu Changqing finished a jar of fine wine, the Demon Court maid behind him immediately brought him another.
Eventually, things went even further.
Gu Changqing was no longer satisfied with merely drinking.
At one point, he tossed aside yet another empty wine jar.
Then, with impatience written all over his face, Gu Changqing said:
"Drinking one jar at a time is such a nuisance!"
"Bring me ten thousand jars of fine wine. I'll put them in my Wine Gourd, and then I can really drink my fill."
As he spoke, Gu Changqing had already begun picking up jars of Flat Peach immortal wine and pouring them into his Wine Gourd in an endless stream.
"Hehe, perfect..."
"I finished the Moon Laurel Fine Wine from before. Today's the perfect chance to fill my Wine God Gourd again."
The Wine God Gourd!
By now, the Mighty Experts had noticed that this so-called Wine God Gourd was none other than the Water-Fire Gourd that had fallen into Tongtian's hands long ago.
This... what a waste of a treasure!
Those from the Demon Court exchanged bewildered looks.
It was one thing for him to guzzle a thousand jars of fine wine here!
But now he wanted to help himself and take some home, too?
This was going too far.
They could only turn pleading looks toward Saint Tongtian.
This was his Jie Sect Disciple. Was Saint Tongtian really not going to stop him?
Yet Tongtian sat with his eyes lowered toward his nose and his attention turned inward, looking wholly absorbed in watching Di Jun's heavenly marriage, as though he had not noticed Gu Changqing's outrageous behavior at all.
But everyone present knew that Saints were omniscient and omnipotent.
Ignoring it like this was tacit approval, allowing Gu Changqing to do whatever his whims dictated.
Helpless, the Demon Court could only pinch their noses and swallow it.
Thus, another ten thousand jars of Flat Peach immortal wine were brought over, and Gu Changqing pocketed them without the slightest hesitation.
Fortunately, the Water-Fire Gourd contained a space of its own, so holding ten thousand jars of fine wine was no problem.
But just then.
A particularly grating voice suddenly rang out from the seats of the Six Saints.
"Hmph, third brother, has your Interception Sect fallen so far?"
"Must you come to this grand heavenly marriage ceremony just to sponge a little booze?"
"Heh, if the Interception Sect truly has fallen on such hard times, I still have a few jars of fine wine in my Chan Sect. You may go and take them."
"That would be better than letting this wretched disciple of yours disgrace us Three Pure Ones."
Without question, it was Yuanshi who had spoken.
For a moment, everyone fell silent as cicadas in winter; not even a crow or sparrow could be heard.
Although Yuanshi seemed to be addressing Tongtian, his words were actually aimed at Gu Changqing, mocking him with every ounce of scorn he could muster.
Tongtian gave a helpless, bitter chuckle.
He knew very well that his elder brother Yuanshi was narrow-minded and would avenge even the slightest grievance.
Gu Changqing had openly talked back to Yuanshi earlier, and the latter was never going to swallow that insult.
But Tongtian had not expected Yuanshi to lash out right now, in front of countless Mighty Experts.
His words were so cutting that they amounted to an outright slap in the Interception Sect's face.
Yet before Tongtian could respond to Yuanshi.
Gu Changqing spoke first from the other side.
"Hehe... that sounds wonderful."
"Then this disciple thanks you, Martial Uncle Yuanshi. Once this grand heavenly marriage ceremony ends, I'll head to Kunlun Mountain to haul the wine away."
At those words, some cultivators could not help laughing aloud.
This brat really knew how to climb a pole the moment someone offered it.
Could he not tell that Yuanshi was mocking him?
Still, that response was truly brilliant.
It left Yuanshi feeling as though he had thrown a full-strength punch, only to strike cotton.
It was thoroughly frustrating.
Sure enough, upon hearing Gu Changqing's reply, Yuanshi's expression froze before abruptly darkening, shifting between gloom and fury.
Faced with a "scoundrel" like Gu Changqing, Yuanshi really had no way to deal with him.
After a moment's thought, Yuanshi discreetly cast a meaningful glance at the Twelve Golden Immortals beside him.
They understood and immediately nodded subtly.
Clearly, as a Saint, Yuanshi could not disregard his standing and teach Gu Changqing a lesson himself.
But secretly instructing the Twelve Golden Immortals to act and blunt Gu Changqing's edge was perfectly justifiable.
At one point.
Juliusun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, suddenly rose and said:
"All races have gathered today. Such an occasion is truly rare!"
"Junior Brother Changqing, why don't we have a spar?"
"We can exchange insights into cultivation while also enlivening the drinking for our master and martial uncles. What do you say?"
His words sounded like a suggestion, but Juliusun's eyes were filled with a challenging glare.
The spectators grew even more interested.
It seemed today's affair would not end peacefully.
Countless gazes converged on Gu Changqing.
Yet he showed no trace of fear and simply poured another large mouthful of fine wine down his throat.
Only then did Gu Changqing glance drunkenly at Juliusun and say with little interest:
"Uh... sparring? No, no. Boring."
"You alone aren't enough to make me lift a hand."
An uproar erupted!
At those words, the Demon Court burst into commotion.
Arrogant!
Defiant!
No one had expected Gu Changqing to say something so shocking.
They were both Personal Disciples of Saints, and Juliusun had held that position for tens of thousands of years.
Yet Gu Changqing actually claimed that Juliusun alone was not enough to make him lift a hand?
Was that not pouring oil on the fire?
There was no need to say more.
The moment those words fell, Juliusun flew into a rage.
The other Twelve Golden Immortals also wore faces dark as still water.
"Hmph, Gu Changqing, don't get too arrogant!"
"What right do you have to look down on Junior Brother Juliusun?"
"Since you boast so boldly, we don't mind joining forces to teach you how high the heavens are and how deep the earth runs."
"Do you dare accept our challenge?"
All twelve glared furiously at Gu Changqing, itching to attack together and teach him a proper lesson.
Hearing the Twelve Golden Immortals' words, Duobao and the others from the Interception Sect were displeased.
"Damn it, you want to gang up on him?!"
"Junior Brother Changqing, don't agree. The Twelve Golden Immortals joining forces against you alone isn't fair."
"Junior Brother Changqing, you're already thoroughly drunk. Don't act rashly."
Although those from the Interception Sect also disliked seeing Gu Changqing drinking excessively all day, they were still his fellow disciples.
They could not simply watch him accept the Twelve Golden Immortals' challenge while his mind was clouded.
But Gu Changqing paid no heed to their words.
Facing the furious Twelve Golden Immortals, Gu Changqing finally roused himself a little.
He raised his eyes slightly and surveyed them.
"Hehe, now this is a little more interesting."
"Fine, I accept!"
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