Hearing Gu Qingfeng say this, Huode was dumbfounded.
In the past, whenever he encountered danger, he would just flash the Taixu Cup forged by You Di, spout some nonsense, and the other party wouldn't dare say another word.
After all, You Di's might shook the Great Desolate; there was no one who didn't know of him.
Moreover, even to this day, no one dared to be certain that You Di was truly dead.
Add to that the fact that Huode held the Taixu Cup personally forged by You Di in his hand.
Most people would rather believe it and let Huode off the hook.
Even if they didn't let him go, at the very least, they wouldn't dare kill him.
No one wanted to provoke a You Di whom even the Three Thousand Great Daos feared.
However, Huode had never encountered a situation like today's.
He had been spouting nonsense, saying You Di was still alive and that he had shared a drink with him a few years back.
But this fellow was even more outrageous. Not only did he claim You Di was still alive, he actually said he had been drinking and listening to music with You Di for years.
Huode was just making things up.
But what about this guy?
Could he be telling the truth?
Was You Di really still alive?
Had this kid really been with You Di in recent years?
It had to be said, Gu Qingfeng's words sent a tremor through Huode's heart; he almost blurted out a question about their veracity.
Thankfully, he swallowed the words before they left his lips.
Because he felt this kid in front of him might be deliberately trying to trick him.
*You little bastard, quite the schemer, aren't you? Your tricks run deep. This old man almost fell for it.*
Huode feigned composure, inwardly cursing Gu Qingfeng, and said, "You little bastard, trying to play the 'mysterious and unfathomable' game with me? Let me tell you, kid, when I was playing this game, you were still playing with mud! And you claim you've drunk with You Di too? You?"
"What of it?" Gu Qingfeng said with a smile. "You can drink with You Di, but I can't?"
"I really did drink with You Di! You're just talking nonsense!"
Looking at Huode's serious, earnest, and angry expression, if Gu Qingfeng weren't You Di himself, he might have actually been fooled by this old rascal. To be able to speak falsehoods with such righteous indignation—only Huode could pull that off.
"Why is your drinking with You Di real, but mine is fake? What, do you piss higher? Or farther? Want to compare?"
"Hey! You little bastard! Daring to challenge me, are you?" Huode raised the Taixu Cup in his hand. "I have the Taixu Cup personally forged by You Di right here! This is his token, forged with Nine Nethers Ancestral Fire! What do you have, you little brat? If you have the skill, show me one of You Di's tokens too!"
"Holding a broken wine cup and calling it You Di's token," Gu Qingfeng laughed. "It's not that I look down on you, but a cup like the one in your hand—I could casually forge ten or eight of them!"
"What?!" Huode acted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, bursting into laughter filled with contempt. After laughing, he said fiercely, "You little bastard, you're not big, but your mouth sure is. Casually forge ten or eight? What the hell do you think this is? A chamber pot? Let me tell you, little brat, forget ten or eight. If you can forge one Taixu Cup like this today, I'll call you Ancestral Patriarch."
"You said it yourself. Keep your eyes wide open."
Gu Qingfeng clapped his hands together, then simply rubbed them a few times. When he opened his palms, a wine cup truly appeared in them—and it was identical to the one in Huode's hand. He tossed it over. "Well? See if it's the same as the cup in your hand."
At this moment, Huode stood frozen in place, looking utterly bewildered.
Indeed.
To be fair, back in the mortal world, his cultivation might not have been much, and his knowledge was average. But ever since Gu Qingfeng had remolded his fleshly body, he had genuinely wandered the Great Desolate for ten thousand years. And during those ten thousand years, he rarely went into seclusion to cultivate; he was almost always wandering about. While he couldn't claim to be vastly experienced or exceptionally knowledgeable, he was definitely passable.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen masters who forged Magical Treasures.
On the contrary, he had seen many. He had even participated in a Magical Treasure forging competition in one of the Great Desolate's celestial domains and exchanged insights with forging experts. He considered himself something of a connoisseur in the field of treasure forging.
To be honest, he believed forging Magical Treasures wasn't exactly difficult, but it wasn't easy either. Given enough time and sufficient resources, forging one wasn't hard.
It was a meticulous, slow craft.
And every profound mystery within any Magical Treasure was carved out bit by bit through meticulous work.
Although the Taixu Cup in Huode's hand was just a cup for drinking wine, it was filled with layer upon layer of profound mysteries—specifically, the Primordial Chaos mysteries of Yin-Yang and Taiji. Pour an ordinary cup of wine into it, give it a slight shake, and the ordinary wine would transform as if it had become the very source of nature itself—endless life, infinite variations.
Huode had once taken out the Taixu Cup at that Magical Treasure forging competition, specifically asking those great ability elders proficient in treasure forging to examine it. While they could all see through its mysteries, that was all they could do—see through them. No one had ever managed to forge a cup like it.
What left Huode unable to believe his eyes was that this mysterious, bizarre kid in front of him had just casually rubbed his hands together and forged a cup identical to the Taixu Cup in his hand.
That's right!
Truly identical.
Not only in appearance, but even the contained Taiji Yin-Yang Primordial Chaos mysteries were exactly the same.
Skeptical, Huode examined it several times. It was truly identical. He even specifically poured fine wine into it to test. Sure enough, just like the Taixu Cup, after ordinary fine wine was poured in, it became like endless life, with infinite variations.
What most astonished and baffled Huode was that he had seen it clearly just now: this kid hadn't just casually rubbed his hands; he hadn't even summoned any True Fire, nor had he used any resources at all.
Without True Fire, how do you forge?
Without resources, how the hell do you forge?
True Fire and resources were indispensable for forging Magical Treasures!
It was like mortals needing eyes to see and legs to walk.
Yet this guy had forged a Magical Treasure without summoning any True Fire or using any resources—not even a single Immortal Stone.
What the hell was going on!
Huode couldn't see through it.
Nor could he imagine how it was done.
He only felt it was utterly bewildering. Especially staring at Gu Qingfeng, who sat in the chair, legs crossed, squinting and smiling, sent a shiver down his spine.
"You... you... just what... what kind of person are you?"
Huode finally realized that the lord before him was far, far more terrifying than he had imagined.