I Laugh to the Heavens and Stride Out the Door-How Could I Be One Who Languishes Among the Weeds?

As might be imagined, to everyone present, Gu Changqing's words were nothing but a wild flight of fancy.

What sort of exalted figure was the Dao Ancestor?

Did Gu Changqing think he was a drunkard like himself?

He wanted to exchange a mere handful of fine wines for a treasure like the Qiankun Cauldron?

How could that possibly work?

"Disciple Changqing, you must not act rashly!"

Tongtian spoke with a solemn expression.

Beside him, Duobao and the others looked equally worried.

"That's right, Junior Brother Changqing. Dao Ancestor Hongjun already hates you to the bone."

"If you go to Zixiao Palace of your own accord, wouldn't that be... a lamb walking into a tiger's jaws?"

"If Senior Brother Changqing enters Zixiao Palace, I'm afraid he'll be kept there."

Everyone spoke at once, their voices tumbling over one another.

Nuwa, too, wore a deeply solemn expression as she pondered something.

Only after a moment did she speak:

"Receiving your guidance is already more than enough for me, Nephew Changqing!"

"As for obtaining the Qiankun Cauldron, let me make the journey to Zixiao Palace myself."

Ultimately, mending the heavens and saving the world was Nuwa's destined duty, not Gu Changqing's affair.

Thus, by telling her the truth without reservation, Gu Changqing had already done everything kindness and duty could demand.

How could she stand by and watch him put himself in danger?

Yet, despite everyone's warnings, Gu Changqing remained utterly unconcerned.

He gulped down several mouthfuls of fine wine, then let out a long, drunken belch.

"Heh, my fellow brothers, Junior Uncle Nuwa, there's no need to say any more."

"Ha ha! I am the Interception Sect's Wine Sword Immortal. They want to keep me there?"

"All Sages couldn't... hic... and neither could the Dao Ancestor!"

"Besides, since the Dao Ancestor thinks