"You dare strike this servant?" The young eunuch's face twisted with shock and fury.
"Scram. A good dog doesn’t block the path," Gu Qingfeng sneered.
The young eunuch’s rage erupted uncontrollably, an invisible, terrifying aura bursting forth. His narrow, sinister eyes locked onto Gu Qingfeng, brimming with murderous intent.
"Oh? Want a fight?" Gu Qingfeng scoffed, then casually pulled out a communication jade talisman from his Qiankun Ring. The talisman had been looted from a corpse—though whose corpse it was, he couldn’t recall.
"Just wait. This prince will summon my master. Let’s see which fool dares to tug at a god’s whiskers!"
Gu Qingfeng made a show of activating the talisman, his arrogant demeanor resembling a street thug calling for backup.
The crowd paled in horror.
He’s calling a god! What now? Who could possibly stand against that?
The young eunuch’s gaze flickered between Gu Qingfeng and the talisman, torn between seizing it and backing down.
But the most anxious was the Emperor. Having just regained his youth and glimpsed immortality—a longing only those who’ve brushed death could understand—he now faced the threat of divine wrath.
If the god was protective and decided to slaughter everyone in the throne hall, what then?
Between pride and survival, the Emperor hesitated.
Their hesitation made Gu Qingfeng curse inwardly.
Why isn’t anyone stopping me?!
Damn it, not a single move?!
Am I really going to fake-call myself?
This act’s gone too far—I’m about to be exposed.
Though panicking inside, Gu Qingfeng maintained his brazen facade. He raised the talisman to his lips, mimicking a conversation.
The talisman’s function was simple: record a message, activate it, and let it fly to its recipient.
"Hey, Master, it’s Gu Qingfeng. Someone’s bullying your disciple today—"
His mind raced. If no one intervened, he’d pretend to send the message, then... use the Sky Fox’s Eye to tear open space and flee.
Tension hung thick in the air.
At the critical moment—
The Emperor yielded. "Brother, wait!" he shouted hastily.
Gu Qingfeng’s shoulders relaxed imperceptibly as he "ended the call."
The Emperor and his court exhaled in relief.
"Elder Brother, don’t stop me. Today, I’ll teach this disobedient dog a lesson!" Gu Qingfeng feigned impulsive rage.
"Calm yourself, Brother. This was my failure in disciplining my servants. A trivial matter—no need to trouble your master." The Emperor soothed before rounding on the eunuch. "You cur! Gu Qingfeng is a Prince of Equal Standing, my counterpart! This throne is half his! How dare you, a lowly servant, overstep? Guards! Drag this dog out and give him a hundred strikes!"
The imperial guards moved swiftly to seize the eunuch.
Face dark, the young eunuch offered no resistance. He understood—this was the Emperor shielding him. For a peak Dragon Transformation cultivator, a hundred strikes meant nothing.
"Hold!" Gu Qingfeng halted the guards. Smirking, he strode up to the eunuch, inspecting him mockingly.
A hundred strikes and done? Ridiculous.
Gu Qingfeng never passed up a chance to dominate—why show mercy when he held the upper hand?
Backed by a "god," he’d milk this for all it was worth.
"Dog, you think you can offend this prince and leave without kowtowing? Since when is the world so forgiving?"
The eunuch’s eyes burned with fury. In his life, only the Emperor had ever made him kneel.
"Stop glaring! Kowtow and apologize, now!"
"You go too far!" the eunuch hissed through gritted teeth.
"Hey, Master! It’s Gu Qingfeng. Someone’s bullying your disci—"
"You wretched slave!" The Emperor’s roar cut Gu Qingfeng off. His face stormy, he growled at the eunuch, "Apologize to the Prince of Equal Standing. Now."
The eunuch shuddered. After a brief struggle, his head bowed, his expression hidden. Like a frail old man, his knees trembled as they bent.
Thud.
He knelt.
"This servant... offended Your Highness. I beg... forgiveness."
Gu Qingfeng savored the sight of a peak Dragon Transformation expert prostrating before him. Their surrender was expected—once you yield once, you yield again. And again.
You thought you could imprison me for life?
Today, I’ll break you. Let this teach you: a nobleman’s revenge waits ten years; a petty man’s starts at dawn.
"Louder. This prince can’t hear you!"
The eunuch’s body shook harder, rage threatening to consume his reason. Yet he held back.
"This servant begs Your Highness’s mercy!" he shouted.
"LOUDER!"
"THIS SERVANT! BEGS! YOUR HIGHNESS’S MERCY!!" The eunuch’s voice tore through the hall, thick with suppressed fury.
Bam!
Gu Qingfeng kicked him. "Who told you to scream?! You’re hurting this prince’s ears!"
The court watched, dumbstruck, as Gu Qingfeng humiliated a peak expert. Their worldview shattered—this was a supreme powerhouse of the era, now being kicked around like a stray dog.
Fear crept into their gazes.
This man... was untouchable.
Gu Qingfeng noted their expressions coldly.
To deter fools, you must strike ruthlessly. Let them never doubt his "divine backing."
After today, his vindictiveness would be legendary. Anyone testing him would weigh the cost.
This was the effect he wanted—to make them see him as they would a god.
"Take this dog away. He’s polluting this prince’s sight."
The guards, cowed by Gu Qingfeng’s audacity, hurriedly dragged the eunuch off.
With that settled, Gu Qingfeng swaggered up the steps toward the throne.
The Emperor forced a smile as Gu Qingfeng neared. With a grin, Gu Qingfeng plopped down beside him.
The dragon throne was vast, easily seating two with room to spare.
Below, the ministers stared at the pair on the throne, their expressions unreadable, their silence deafening.
To be honest, despite being the most elite nobles with vast experience, they had never in their lives encountered someone so audacious.
Today, they finally witnessed it.
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