Drunken Immortal Wine meant that even celestial immortals in heaven would get drunk after drinking it.
However, Jun Changxiao consecutively drank twenty jars and not only showed no signs of trouble, but instead stood calmly with his hands folded.
Alcohol Demon Head muttered to himself internally.
Could it be that the wine that entered his belly had been neutralized?
“Impossible!”
He immediately denied it, saying: “This type of wine is specially refined. Once it fuses into the body, it absolutely cannot be broken down!”
If that was the case.
Then he’d truly encountered a master of the alcohol way!
Alcohol Demon Head never would have dreamed that Jun Changxiao’s dantian contained two infant bodies, much less that all the wine entering his belly had been refined by them.
Especially Fire Spirit—when the alcohol crazily assaulted Father’s consciousness and thoughts, it immediately opened its eyes from slumber, then transformed into a stream of light blocking the essential path, destroying them one by one, destroying them in groups.
As an existence that could purify evil thoughts, naturally purifying alcohol was also a piece of cake.
Evil Spirit’s performance was also decent. It guarded another route, first enveloping the wine liquid in its power, then packaging and refining it, occasionally taking advantage of the alcohol to drink a couple mouthfuls.
After all the wine entering the body was refined, after the little one returned to the dantian, borrowing the alcohol’s strength, it pointed at Fire Spirit’s nose and cursed, venting the grievances it had suffered earlier, and finally… was beaten up.
“…”
Jun Changxiao paid no attention to the two little ones making a ruckus inside his body, maintaining his composure as he looked toward Alcohol Demon Head.
“Gulp gulp!”
After about a moment, the opponent also drained the remaining wine. Although his face became even more flushed, he still stood gracefully—clearly this was truly entirely relying on real ability to drink!
The two stood for half an hour, each as steady as Mount Tai.
“Kid.”
Alcohol Demon Head smiled: “This old man has been drinking for thousands of years. This is the first time encountering an evenly matched opponent. How about we drink a few dozen more jars?”
“No problem.” Jun Changxiao said.
As an authentic Shandong person, he would never lower his head at a drinking table.
Alcohol Demon Head raised his hand, preparing to retrieve Breeze Wine.
Jun Changxiao spoke first: “This time, drink my wine.”
“Oh?”
Alcohol Demon Head said: “You have wine?”
“As someone who likes drinking wine, how could I possibly not have wine?” Jun Changxiao said.
“Bring it out!”
Alcohol Demon Head said straightforwardly.
It was rare to encounter someone with the same interests as himself—it made him feel a sense of “when wine meets a kindred spirit, a thousand cups are too few.”
“Swish!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, and several jars of fine wine appeared on the table.
This was Drunk to Life and Death that Lan Kang had painstakingly refined. As a sect master, he sometimes needed to entertain guests, so he would store them in advance in his spatial ring.
Alcohol Demon Head waved his hand to retrieve a jar, slapped off the wine opening’s mud seal, then used his nose to sniff it. He immediately praised: “Good wine, good wine!”
The wine fragrance spread everywhere, permeating the prison.
The prisoners who loved wine all raised their noses to sniff, and the wine worms in their bellies immediately violently churned!
“Just from the smell alone, it’s probably no weaker than Drunken Immortal Wine!”
“If only I could drink a mouthful!”
They really wanted to rush over, but because they feared Alcohol Demon Head, they could only stand in place drooling, secretly praying that the boss would leave a little later for everyone to taste.
Jun Changxiao said: “This wine is called Drunk to Life and Death. It was brewed by a wine-making master from my Falling Star Continent using the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon. Just drinking a small mouthful will increase the speed of martial way absorption attributes.”
“Oh?”
Alcohol Demon Head’s eyes showed surprise.
Before being imprisoned here, he had traveled countless mortal planes and drunk myriad fine wines, but this was the first time hearing that wine used for enjoyment had the effect of helping martial artists increase cultivation speed!
“Of course.”
Jun Changxiao said: “The alcohol strength is also very great. Sir, you’d best drink cautiously to avoid getting drunk unconscious.”
“Hahaha!”
Alcohol Demon Head laughed loudly: “This old man started drinking at twenty years old, drank throughout the entire mortal universe’s fine wines, and have never once gotten drunk unconscious!”
“Swish!”
Speaking to this point, he grabbed the wine jar opening with one hand, then lifted Drunk to Life and Death up and began drinking heartily in the same manner as before.
“A real man!”
Jun Changxiao admired him inwardly.
The sect held celebration parties and would drink Drunk to Life and Death, but they merely used bowls as substitutes. This kind of directly chugging from the jar—truly no one dared, because the alcohol strength was really too great!
“Gulp gulp!”
Alcohol Demon Head drank freely with an open heart. The more he drank, the more refreshed he felt. Not until he finished an entire jar of wine did he place one hand on the table, saying with satisfaction: “Originally thought Drunken Immortal Wine was the best this old man had ever drunk. Now it seems there’s still someone better than oneself, wine better than wine!”
“Smack!”
Jun Changxiao also slapped off the mud seal and lifted up Drunk to Life and Death to drink.
This was his first time drinking in the jar-chugging manner.
Anyway, with Fire Spirit in his body helping him refine the alcohol strength, never mind drinking one jar—even drinking an ocean-sized amount wouldn’t be a problem!
“Swish!”
Alcohol Demon Head, not satisfied with one jar, retrieved a second jar. Just as he was about to lift it up, a flood-like alcohol force suddenly erupted from within his body, then fiercely assaulted his consciousness.
“Not good…”
His heart jolted. He was about to set up defenses, but there simply wasn’t enough time. His entire person instantly lost consciousness, and with a “thud” he collapsed on the ground like mud, falling into unconscious sleep.
The alcohol strength of Drunk to Life and Death was too great. Drinking an entire jar in one go—one definitely couldn’t withstand it.
“Good heavens!”
“The boss got knocked out from drinking!”
All the prisoners’ eyes bulged wide.
Alcohol Demon Head’s strongest achievement was single-handedly challenging all the prisoners of the fifth level of hell, knocking them all out from drinking, then sitting on the table singing about how invincibility was such loneliness.
Now, after merely drinking one jar of Drunk to Life and Death, he directly fell unconscious to the ground. This… just how strong was the alcohol strength he experienced!
“Gulp gulp!”
Jun Changxiao quickly finished one jar of wine, then looked toward Alcohol Demon Head and shook his head: “Can’t handle it already?”
After waiting about ten-plus minutes, he turned his head: “Tell me loudly, who won!”
“…”
The prisoners were silent.
Although they really wanted to deny it, the truth was the boss had lost, and lost very miserably at that.
Jun Changxiao turned his head toward the filming lens, saying seriously: “Drinking harms health. Please do not drink excessively. For everyone’s safety, moreover do not drink and drive.”
…
Two hours later.
Alcohol Demon Head awoke from unconscious sleep, clutching his splitting headache: “I… I actually blacked out from drinking!”
“Therefore.”
A voice came to his ear: “From this moment on, I’m the boss of the fifth level of hell.”
Alcohol Demon Head struggled to raise his head and discovered that kid standing in place, face wearing a smile, with empty Drunk to Life and Death jars beside him. He asked in surprise: “You’re not drunk?”
“Everyone can testify.” Jun Changxiao said.
“…”
Alcohol Demon Head fell silent.
Actually, whether the prisoners testified or not was already irrelevant, because he himself had gotten knocked out—this was an unchangeable fact.
“Swish!”
He struggled to stand up, saying boldly: “Since you won, naturally you’re the boss. I, Alcohol Demon Head, lose with heartfelt conviction!”
Jun Changxiao wasn’t surprised.
People who drink boldly and heartily also wouldn’t have too bad a temperament.
“Come, come!”
Alcohol Demon Head waved his hand: “All of you come pay respects to the new boss!”
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
A group of alcoholic prisoners all surrounded them, respectfully saluting Jun Changxiao, but their eyes never left the few unopened jars of Drunk to Life and Death.
“Since you all acknowledge me as boss, naturally I won’t treat you poorly.”
“Take these wines and drink them.”
If Lan Kang knew that the Drunk to Life and Death he painstakingly brewed was just given away like this by the sect master, he would definitely cry himself unconscious in the toilet.
“Boss.”
Alcohol Demon Head gave a thumbs up: “I’ve been drinking for so many years—this is the first time encountering a master like you!”
Jun Changxiao’s heart gave rise to a scheme. He said: “There’s someone even better at drinking than me.”
“Oh?”
Alcohol Demon Head asked in surprise: “Who?”
Jun Changxiao’s expression turned solemn: “On the Falling Star Continent where I reside, there’s an Eternal Ages Sect disciple called Ye Xingchen, honored as Supreme Master of the Alcohol Way. I once challenged him a hundred times and lost a hundred times.”
The system complained: “The host is daily persecuting Pei A Niu again!”