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"I will definitely block it, absolutely."
With brazen confidence, the Old Beggar pointed at Gu Ping with a wine cup in hand, exuding a stench of alcohol. "Even the Cheng Dao Sect, which holds a strong position, wouldn't dare to claim they can withstand the Nine Nether Alliance. Not even the formidable Great Qin Iron Cavalry would stand firm; why should I believe that the Northern Border Army can hold off the Nine Nether Alliance?"
"Who knows if that Senior over there has been courteous to Junior Gu Hong?"
Though he was merely at the Golden Core Realm, Bu Luo could distinctly sense the powerful spiritual energy emanating from the Old Drunkard, as potent and rich as the wine he was consuming.
"A mere Loose Cultivator is hardly worth mentioning," Gu Ping scoffed. "You sure have a big mouth."
"Senior is overly flattering," Bu Luo replied. "News will soon spread that the Cheng Dao Sect, Great Qin Ying Clan, and the Moon River Sect of Limitless Path have formed an alliance, gathering numerous cultivators to head to the Northern Battlefield. If you don't believe me, we could go together to witness the Great War between Yiran and the two realms. What do you think?"
His tone grew even bolder. "As I said, this alliance can surely withstand the Nine Nether Three Great Gates. Especially since the Ninth Underworld's Great Master has already lost two vassal states under Cheng Dao Sect's jurisdiction. In such a situation, I wonder how that junior of mine would manage."
"Senior might be right; perhaps that junior should save some of his share for those in need," Gu Ping retorted.
The Old Drunkard cursed under his breath and continued drinking, ignoring Gu Ping entirely.
Their discussion was not concealed by any sound transmission; two others were able to hear them while those around remained oblivious. Just moments ago, two Great Masters had quietly conversed about matters concerning Tian Dong Da.
"Ah, a good wine, sent to that Senior, or perhaps to the High Leg."
"How high can it be?"
"It should be about the same as his actual strength."
Those words from Gu Ping were not transmitted, and they fell into the ears of the Old Drunkard, who was quite displeased. "I am a dignified Divine Cultivator. Even if I am not a Loose Cultivator, there should be no problem dealing with a mere Golden Core cultivator." With a flip of his Wine Flask, a powerful aura surged towards Gu Ping.
"Ah, it's quite unpleasant to deliver wine to the Senior; that would not be appreciated."
Gu Ping remained calm and joked, already able to communicate with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Yang Yan also felt the suffocating pressure from the Liquid Chuang; that overwhelming aura was directed at her, but it did not hinder Yang Yan's every move.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Gu Ping's nonchalant demeanor, the Old Drunkard's heart began to race. Ever since the Sky East Tournament, rumors had spread about several outstanding individuals emerging in the world. One of them, Gu Ping, was said to be capable of defeating Xiao Zhang at the Peak of Golden Core stage. Bu Luo had offended the Daoist Sect and had to change his appearance; he hoped he wouldn't run into that troublesome fellow. If he did encounter him, it would surely be disastrous.
With that thought in mind, the Old Drunkard retracted his aura and approached Gu Ping's table with his Wine Flask in hand.
"You young man have some interesting ideas. Is Gu Hong really your name?"
"Senior, why would you ask such a question? Junior Cheng Dao Sect Gu Hong greets you again. I am honored to meet you."
"Cheng Dao Sect?" The Old Drunkard no longer appeared drunk; a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. "I just mentioned three families joining forces; could it be that you are secretly instigating something?"
The young man merely shrugged off the inquiry with a hint of modesty, deeming it unworthy of mention.
"Trust me, even though we haven't met face to face, my name is already well-known. Those old men are about to be eliminated."
"Since the phrase 'well-known' might not resonate with everyone, why not join me at the Northern Battlefield? Other matters are not for me to discuss."
"Just give him some wine; he doesn't believe that I, a true disciple of the Cheng Dao Sect, wouldn't have money for drinks."
"Alright, alright, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, just bring the wine."
"Good lad, straightforward. But what exactly do you want from me? Although he knows my strength is formidable, the battlefield is no joke. The moment the war begins, the entire battlefield's spiritual energy will be drained in a few rounds of attack and then released, creating a spiritual storm that even Mahayana Practitioners would struggle to communicate with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy in such an environment. What can I do about that?"
"I already mentioned it; I'm just offering a bit of help. Senior, please don't overthink it. Let's drink."
The Old Drunkard glanced at the wine flask on the table and then meaningfully at Gu Ping before asking no further questions.
"Drink up, drink up."
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