After Gu Qingfeng left, the Emperor summoned the Imperial Preceptor Situ Kong, the young eunuch Eunuch Xiang, and the Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau, Lin Mubai, to the imperial study to discuss how to deal with this so-called "Disciple of the Gods."
After hours of deliberation, the four reached a conclusion.
To handle Gu Qingfeng, they must adopt a policy of appeasement—placating him while gradually testing the existence of the "Gods." Though they largely believed Gu Qingfeng was indeed the Gods' disciple, seeing was believing, and some degree of probing was necessary.
Moreover, since imprisoning Gu Qingfeng was out of the question, they had to ensure his safety. He was the only one in the world capable of refining the Ageless Pill—so no matter who died, Gu Qingfeng could not.
Beyond protection, they also needed to spread his fame, ensuring the world knew he was the Gods' disciple.
This served two purposes.
First, it guaranteed Gu Qingfeng’s safety—once the world knew his identity, petty villains would think twice before acting against him.
Second, it was a test.
If Gu Qingfeng truly was the Gods' disciple, once word spread far and wide, it might reach the ears of the Gods themselves. If he was an impostor, the Gods would surely disapprove of someone borrowing their name.
This move killed two birds with one stone.
Additionally, Lin Mubai was instructed never to let Gu Qingfeng seize power—but also not to antagonize him. The best approach was to treat him like a mascot, keeping him revered but harmless.
Once the discussions concluded, the Emperor dismissed them and remained alone in the study, smashing everything in sight to vent the fury Gu Qingfeng had ignited in him earlier that day.
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Prince Gu's Mansion.
Gu Qingfeng gazed at the sprawling estate spanning hundreds of thousands of square meters, its newly polished plaque gleaming under the sun, and a surge of pride swelled in his heart.
In both his lifetimes, he had never lived in a place this grand.
This was a mansion personally gifted by the Emperor—not only vast in size but lavishly decorated, complete with pavilions, artificial hills, gardens, and winding streams. It resembled a scenic park more than a residence.
Along with the mansion came hundreds of maids, eunuchs, and guards—a display of extravagance fit for royalty.
It was at this moment that Gu Qingfeng truly grasped the perks of being a prince—doing nothing yet enjoying boundless wealth and luxury.
Filled with curiosity, he explored every corner of his new home, taking a full hour to complete the tour.
Of course, given his abilities, it shouldn’t have taken that long—but he got lost a few times, which delayed him.
After the tour, he settled in the pavilion of the rear garden to indulge in leisure.
Admiring the vibrant blossoms, he reclined as maids attended to him—two massaging his legs, two his arms, one his shoulders, another fanning him, and yet another feeding him wine. Naturally, a troupe of dancers performed nearby.
Amidst the mingling scents of flowers and perfume, sipping fine wine, Gu Qingfeng grew pleasantly intoxicated.
Just as he was reveling in the moment, a message arrived from Qiu Qianren.
The little corpse demoness and all the demons from Wutong Prefecture’s Demon Suppression Prison had arrived.
Gu Qingfeng’s spirits lifted, and he abruptly stood.
"Enough, all of you—dismissed."
He shooed away the maids and activated his Heavenly Fox Eyes, vanishing on the spot.
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A secluded forest in the wilderness.
Gu Qingfeng smiled as he took in the sight of the petite, doll-like girl before him and the unconscious horde of bizarre demons strewn about.
Today, the little corpse demoness had put extra effort into her transformation, abandoning her usual seductive charm for an innocent, adorable look.
Her tiny face, small lips, and delicate nose gave her the appearance of a fluffy little creature—except for her large, sparkling eyes.
When she saw Gu Qingfeng, her face lit up with a sweet smile, eyes curving into crescents, dimples deepening.
At that sight, Gu Qingfeng’s heart skipped a beat.
It was the feeling of blood rushing through his left atrium, into the left ventricle, surging through the aorta, then the veins, right atrium, right ventricle, pulmonary artery, lungs, and back again—
Truly, though her dimples held no wine, they intoxicated him more than any liquor could.
"Master~ I missed you so much~" the little corpse demoness cooed, dragging out her words in a sugary tone.
"Aww, Master missed you too," Gu Qingfeng replied.
Nearby, Qiu Qianren and Su Mei stared at the pair, their stomachs inexplicably feeling full.
Gu Qingfeng shot them a glare. "What are you looking at? Can’t the common folk enjoy themselves while the officials play with fire?"
Qiu Qianren: "......"
Su Mei: "......"
In truth, they wanted to say: Ours is true love—yours is just plain lust.
By now, the two had fully grasped why Gu Qingfeng had ordered them to raid the Demon Suppression Prison, specifically instructing them to protect this particular corpse demoness...
"Alright, you two—scram. Go raid another prison. Don’t interrupt me."
With that, Gu Qingfeng impatiently dismissed them, then stored the little corpse demoness and the other demons in his alternate dimension before joining her inside.
Time with the little corpse demoness never grew dull—she could change her appearance daily, ensuring perpetual novelty.
The only regret was that he could look but not touch.
However, he had heard that demons, upon reaching a certain level of cultivation, could achieve true physical transformation.
Theoretically, if the little corpse demoness cultivated to a high enough realm, she could evolve and fully take human form.
Take Su Mei, for example—as a fox demon at the Grandmaster realm, she had long since mastered shapeshifting, her body indistinguishable from a human’s, though she could still switch between fox and human forms at will.
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Inside the alternate dimension.
After watching the little corpse demoness dance for a full hour, Gu Qingfeng finally eased his longing and turned his attention to the newly captured demons.
There were over a hundred in total.
The strongest among them was merely an early-stage Grandmaster—a hideous toad demon.
The rest were below the Grandmaster realm, mostly at the Qi Condensation stage—too weak to pique Gu Qingfeng’s interest.
Snap!
He flicked his fingers, using his spiritual power to awaken the demons.
As they regained consciousness, they stared around in terror, disoriented, their memories still lingering on the moment they had been knocked out by two black-clad figures.
Soon, their gazes landed on the only human present—Gu Qingfeng.
"Human! Where is this? Did you send people to capture us? What do you want?" the toad demon, the strongest of the group, demanded cautiously, refraining from immediate violence as it scanned for the two mysterious assailants.
At the question, Gu Qingfeng’s lips curled into a sinister grin.
"What do I want? Heh heh heh... Demons! I want you to assist me in my cultivation!"
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