After transmigrating as a disciple under Sect Master Tongtian, Lin Qingxuan has just one hobby: drinking.
His fellow disciples laugh that he is a hopeless case, the biggest joke in Biyou Palace.
Only Fairy Yunxiao brings him a pot of warmed wine late at night.
“Junior Brother, drink a little less.”
“Senior Sister, you don’t understand. There’s Heavenly Dao in wine.”
Then a mighty Witch attacked their mountain gate, threatening to massacre the Jie Sect.
As terror gripped the hall, Lin Qingxuan rose unsteadily, hiccupped, and said,
“You’re too noisy.”
One sword stroke, and the mighty Witch’s head fell.
From then on, all of the primeval world knew that the Jie Sect had a Drunken Sword Immortal.
The Chan Sect called him arrogant and disrespectful? He sliced off Guangchengzi’s crown with one stroke.
The Western Teachings claimed he was destined for Buddhahood? He splashed a whole pot of wine over Zhunti’s head.
The Investiture of the Gods list descended, seeking the true spirits of a hundred thousand Jie Sect disciples?
Lin Qingxuan raised his wine gourd and sword, standing alone against the Myriad Immortals Formation.
Behind him, the three Yunxiao sisters stood shoulder to shoulder.
“Senior Sister, are you afraid?”
“With you here, no.”
He tipped back the last pot of wine, drained it, and pointed his sword at the sky.
“The disciples of my Jie Sect are off-limits to anyone who dares touch them. And my wife’s junior brothers and sisters are even more off-limits!”
This is a story about comprehending the Dao over wine, defending his own to the death, and getting pursued by the Three Xiao Fairies along the way.
