This world had no tobacco or alcohol until I arrived.
After that, tobacco and alcohol became essentials for cultivators.
They may cultivate without food and drink dew, but they never go without tobacco and alcohol.
They may ride the wind on flying swords, but lounging on a wine gourd is even more carefree.
Smoke, drink, and prove the myriad paths.
A thousand years later, after I have withdrawn from the world, can you still do it?
My name is Xu Jin. They call me the Divine Xu.
Because I can help them attain the Great Dao.
But that so-called Great Dao is nothing more than this:
Xu Jin's years of cultivating immortality, distilled into a jug of wine, refine a pill in the mind.
Xu Jin's two taels of worldly tobacco, forged into a sword in the lungs.
What's wrong with a moment of carefree pleasure? There's just enough room in the coffin for a wine jar.
