The Old Daoist didn't stand on ceremony, simply pulling over a chair from the side and sitting down. He stared at Gu Qingfeng and said, "Young man, judging by your appearance, you're neither an Immortal nor a Buddha, nor a demon or ghost. You look more like a Human."
"That's right. I am indeed a Human."
Perhaps having sat for too long, Gu Qingfeng stood up and stretched lazily. "And not just any Human, but one above Humans—a Worthy One."
"A Worthy One?"
The Old Daoist chuckled dryly. "That's not only an ancient title, but also an exceedingly rare existence."
"The term 'Worthy One' may be old, but it's not older than a Daoist. It may be rare, but it's not rarer than a Daoist."
Gu Qingfeng picked up the wine jug and poured himself a cup, looking at the Old Daoist. "Am I right?"
With that, he tossed the wine jug over.
"Well now, interesting, truly interesting!"
The Old Daoist caught the jug and poured himself a cup as well. "You say you're a Worthy One. According to this old Daoist's knowledge, there are several types of Worthy Ones. Which kind are you?"
"Me? I'm the kind of Worthy One who idles about, indulges in pleasure, eats, drinks, and waits to die."
"Idles about? Indulges in pleasure? Eats, drinks, and waits to die? Hahaha! Truly interesting. This old Daoist has never seen that kind of Worthy One before."
"Well, now you have."
Gu Qingfeng raised his cup in a toast. "You say you're a Daoist. As far as I know, there are several types of Daoists too. What kind are you? The fortune-telling stall type, the feng shui-reading type, or something else?"
"This old Daoist neither sets up stalls for fortune-telling nor reads feng shui for others. I'm the most traditional kind of Daoist."
"What's the most traditional kind?"
The Old Daoist drained his cup in one gulp, glanced at Yunyan Fairy opposite him, and smiled. "This old Daoist is the kind who exorcises Demons."
He then looked at the handsome youth named Yi Shangxing beside him. "And also the kind who captures Demons."
"Exorcising and capturing Demons?"
Hearing these four words, Gu Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh.
"That's right. This old Daoist is an exorcising and Demon-capturing Daoist. And I have a quirk: petty Demons and minor Demons don't catch my eye, and I can't be bothered to capture them. If I'm going to exorcise, I exorcise Demon Monarchs who bear the Mandate of Heaven. If I'm going to capture, I capture Demon offspring with significant backgrounds."
"Is that so..." Gu Qingfeng merely smiled and didn't respond further.
"To kill a Demon Monarch..."
Yunyan Fairy didn't look up, simply pouring herself a drink and speaking softly. "Do you have the capability?"
"If the young lady doesn't believe me, we can give it a try. This old Daoist will definitely let you see whether I have the capability or not."
"Fine."
Perhaps sensing that Yunyan Fairy intended to confront the Old Daoist, Gu Qingfeng walked over and placed both hands on her shoulders. Yunyan Fairy's delicate frame trembled as if she wanted to struggle and stand up, but Gu Qingfeng's hands pressed her back down. "Fine what? Sister Yunyan, if the Old Daoist wants to exorcise and capture Demons, just let him. Why stir up trouble?"
Then he turned to the Old Daoist. "Old Daoist, there are no Demons here for you to exorcise, and no Demons for you to capture. If you want to drink, drink as you please. There's plenty to go around. But don't ruin my mood, or I won't be happy."
"Well now, young man, you're quite arrogant."
"Can't help it."
Gu Qingfeng shrugged, his hands gently massaging Yunyan Fairy's shoulders as he smiled at the Old Daoist. "I've been this arrogant since I was little. Used to it."
Watching this scene, the Old Daoist curled his lip and muttered, "Young man, give you an inch and you take a mile."
"So what?" Gu Qingfeng laughed. "You don't accept it?"
"That's right. This old Daoist doesn't accept it at all."
"Alright then. Today, let's drink first. After drinking, when we have time tomorrow, I'll teach you how to write the word 'accept'."
"Deal! As you say, let's drink first. After drinking, this old Daoist wants to see just how much weight you carry to dare be so arrogant in front of me!"
To the side, Old Huang had already stood up and moved away.
Because he realized that as one mysterious existence after another joined this drinking session, it had become increasingly bizarre—so bizarre that he didn't dare continue sitting and drinking with these enigmatic figures.
Gu Qingfeng's existence, he couldn't see through.
Yunyan Fairy's existence, he couldn't see through either.
The existence named Yi Shangxing, he similarly couldn't see through.
Including this later-arriving Old Daoist, he still couldn't see through.
Although he couldn't see through any of these four, Old Huang could more or less tell that their existences were likely each more complex and terrifying than the last. Moreover, he always felt that the dialogue between Gu Qingfeng and the Old Daoist seemed to carry hidden meanings.
He noticed that when the Old Daoist spoke of exorcising and capturing Demons, he looked at Yunyan Fairy and Yi Shangxing respectively, mentioning something about Demon Monarchs and Demon offspring.
This reminded Old Huang of what Gu Qingfeng had said earlier. Gu Qingfeng had previously called Yunyan Fairy a Demon, and even a Demon Monarch, though he later said it was a joke. At the time, Old Huang felt something was off. Now, hearing the Old Daoist mention Demon Monarchs again, Old Huang realized this matter was probably not as simple as it seemed, and might even be more terrifying than imagined.
He didn't know if Yunyan Fairy was truly a Demon Monarch, and he didn't dare to think in that direction.
He wasn't the only one.
Lei Lie also had this feeling.
Although his personality was bold and straightforward, and he was somewhat careless, after wandering the world for so many years, he still had some discernment. He too felt that as Yi Shangxing and the Old Daoist joined, the flavor of this drinking session had gradually changed. To be precise, he realized that this current drinking session was no longer something he could participate in.
Suddenly, the deck became chaotic.
Lei Lie, not understanding why, looked up and saw a group of over ten people arriving on the deck.
Seeing this group, especially the jade-faced man at their head, Lei Lie could no longer remain seated. He stood up directly, his expression changing. Old Huang was also taken aback when he saw the jade-faced man. Everyone on the deck reacted similarly; upon seeing the jade-faced man, most people—whether drinking, playing chess, or chatting—all stood up.
Even the proud and arrogant Shangguan Dong, a Luo Shang Immortal, and his father Shangguan Feixing couldn't help but be startled when they saw the jade-faced man.
These over ten people were all Great Wasteland Spirit Immortals, and most of them, like Shangguan Feixing, were Wugui Lingxian. Among them were even Ding Ren Lingxian with even more profound cultivation.
Was that all?
No.
Besides all being Great Wasteland Spirit Immortals with profound cultivation, these over ten people were all Immortals.
That's right!
All of them were Immortals.
Among them were even Luo Shang Immortals.
However, what made everyone on the deck involuntarily stand up was neither because these over ten people were all Great Wasteland Spirit Immortals with profound cultivation, nor because they were all Luo Shang Immortals, but because of the jade-faced man at their head.