"Ten trillion Immortal Stones, sounds like quite a sum."
Gu Qingfeng asked with a smile, "Little Qiānniǎo, if you were given ten trillion Immortal Stones, how would you spend them?"
"I...
How would I know?"
Qiānniǎo pouted. "The most I've ever spent in my life was just over a hundred thousand Immortal Stones."
Qiānniǎo didn't know how to spend it, and neither did Qiānlíng, Mu Lingyao, or even Huadiexianzi.
Gu Qingfeng teased, "Just look at you all, clearly haven't seen the wider world. You don't even know how to spend such a paltry sum."
"Paltry?
That's ten trillion!"
"Exactly, Little Drunkard, if you were given ten trillion, do you know how to spend it?"
"Of course."
"Then how would you spend it?"
"Isn't it simple? This master would first buy up all the fine wines in the Fengyue Small World, every single one with a name to it. Buy as much as there is, drink a different one every day."
"Buy that much wine? Could you even finish it all?"
"Doesn't matter if I can't finish it. This master will drink one jar, pour out another, then toss one more, and sprinkle another."
"Drink one, pour out one?
Are you so rich it's burning a hole in your pocket?"
"Nonsense!
That's exactly what it means to have too much money burning a hole in your pocket."
"Alright then."
Mu Lingyao conceded and asked, "And then?
Even if you bought all the fine wines, that wouldn't cost much, would it?"
"Then buy a hundred thousand or so little maiden attendants to take turns serving me. Change one every day, never the same one twice."
"A hundred thousand attendants?
Taking turns serving you?"
Mu Lingyao said disdainfully, "How can you even say that? With so many attendants, there wouldn't even be room for them to stand!"
"No room to stand? No problem. Get ten thousand grand carriages like this Nine-Headed Flame Cloud Crimson Blaze Tiger one. That should be enough to hold a hundred thousand attendants, right? This master will sit right in the middle, doing nothing all day, just enjoying myself."
"This young lady has seen plenty of show-offs, but one as showy as you is definitely a first. Drinking one jar and pouring out another is one thing, but buying a hundred thousand attendants to take turns serving you? Look how full of yourself you are! Aren't you afraid someone will rob you?"
"Rob me?
Who dares?
This master will hire a million Great Luo Golden Immortals to stand guard every day. If I don't like the look of someone, with a wave of my hand, a million Great Luo Golden Immortals will attack together. Even if you're a god, you'll be finished! So, are you scared or not? Hahaha!"
Listening to Gu Qingfeng's words, whether it was Huadiexianzi or Qiānlíng, Mu Lingyao or Qiānniǎo, they all felt Gu Qingfeng was just too much of a show-off.
Buying up all the fine wines in the world, drinking one jar and pouring out another.
Then buying ten thousand Nine-Headed Flame Cloud Crimson Blaze Tiger grand carriages specifically to carry a hundred thousand little maiden attendants, taking turns serving him every day.
And hiring a million Great Luo Golden Immortals to stand guard daily.
Such a showy scene—they hadn't just never seen it, they hadn't even heard of it. They couldn't even imagine what it would look like.
"So?
Impressive enough?
Doesn't it sound amazing?"
Gu Qingfeng chuckled. "Once this master gets that ten trillion prize from the Tower of Stolen Gold, I'll give it a try. A hundred thousand attendants taking turns serving, living in a drunken stupor every day—just thinking about it feels amazing! Hahahaha!"
Watching Gu Qingfeng laugh so maniacally, Mu Lingyao couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Great Master, could you please stop daydreaming?
Time to wake up."
"Exactly, Little Drunkard. Look at how full of yourself you are, as if you've already gotten the ten trillion prize from the Tower of Stolen Gold."
"It's just reaching the highest Eighty-One Layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold. For this master, isn't that as easy as playing around?"
Gu Qingfeng laughed. "Ladies, just wait and see. Once this master gets the prize, I'll give each of you eighty or ninety billion first to play around with as you please."
"I say, Little Drunkard, has your old habit flared up again? How come you're starting to brag again? Do you think the Tower of Stolen Gold is so easy to conquer? Do you know that Sister Lingyao's highest is only the Ninth Layer, and even Sister Huadie only reached the Nineteenth Layer? And you?
Planning to reach the highest Eighty-One Layer?
You really dare to dream."
"What's there to be afraid of dreaming about?"
"My dear heroic big brother, originally I didn't plan to interrupt your daydream, but sorry, even if I don't want to, I have to tell you a harsh reality."
"What reality?"
"Do you know how many people have reached the highest Eighty-One Layer since the Tower of Stolen Gold was built?"
"How many?"
Mu Lingyao said, "Not a single one. Forget the highest Eighty-One Layer, even the Seventy-Second Layer, no one has ever reached it to this day. Although someone once reached the Sixty-Third Layer, that was over a thousand years ago. Since the Fengyue Small World modified the Tower of Stolen Gold's rules, the highest anyone has reached in the past millennium is the Fifty-Fourth Layer."
"No one reached the highest Eighty-One Layer before because this master hadn't arrived yet. Now that this master is here, forget that lousy Tower of Stolen Gold having only eighty-one layers—even if it had eighty thousand layers, this master says I'll go up, and I'll go up."
"I spit!"
Mu Lingyao spat fiercely, disdainfully saying, "Earlier, I heard Little Qiānniǎo say you have a habit of bragging, and I didn't quite believe it. Now I've finally witnessed it. When you brag, you really go all out, one exaggeration after another. 'Eighty thousand layers, I'll go up if I say so'—look how capable you are. Give you a ladder, and you'd climb straight to the Ninth Heaven."
The more she interacted with Gu Qingfeng, the more Mu Lingyao felt he didn't resemble some senior expert. His words and actions were as exaggerated as could be. How could someone like this be a senior expert? The key was he liked to brag for no reason. Bragging is one thing—everyone has bragged before—but this guy was just too good at it, bragging about utterly ridiculous things. This wasn't some Great Master; it was a living, breathing lunatic!
Lunatic?
Wait!
Earlier, Little Qiānniǎo said this guy wasn't quite right in the head, that he had some mental issues. Could it be...
it's true?
Actually.
It really seems like it.
Not only did Mu Lingyao think so, even Huadiexianzi was starting to suspect whether Gu Qingfeng's mind was truly a bit off. Otherwise, why would he speak so unreliably?
"It's just a Tower of Stolen Gold. Is it worth me bragging about? Ladies, if you don't believe me, when this Great Master challenges the Tower of Stolen Gold later, I'll take all of you with me. Take you for a wild ride, let you broaden your horizons, and at the same time show you what it means to be capable of anything, reaching heaven and earth."
Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily as he stood up and walked toward the outside of the grand carriage.
Watching Gu Qingfeng leave, Mu Lingyao shook her head, and the look in her eyes toward him gradually changed.
From initial fear, to later disdain, it had now turned into sympathy.
"Sister Huadie, Sister Lingyao, don't mind him. Little Drunkard just likes to talk nonsense and brag for no reason. We're already used to it."
"But the things he brags about are just too outrageous, aren't they?"
"This is considered outrageous?
If you'd heard the outrageous things Little Drunkard bragged about before, you wouldn't think this is outrageous."
"What other outrageous things has he bragged about?"
"Too many. Little Drunkard said he could make the sun fall from the sky with a single glance. He also said he was once undefeated across the Great Wilderness, that he went to the Ninth Heaven to steal the Light of Day, descended to the Nine Nethers to fish out the Dark of Night. He even said that even the Buddha Lord trembled in fear upon seeing him. He said he swallowed Chaos Qi, bragged about the heavens and earth above, the universe and primordial chaos below, and also said..." "Good heavens! He really dares to brag!"