"Ahhhh......"
"Help! Someone is killing demons!"
"Help! Humans are terrifying, I want to go back home!"
"Spare me, my lord! This little demon really can’t hit you anymore. If I keep going, I’ll die for sure!"
"Hehehe... None of you better run! Today, you only have two choices—either beat me to death or get beaten to death by me!"
The agonized screams of countless demons echoed incessantly through the alternate dimension, blending with Gu Qingfeng’s sinister laughter like a macabre symphony.
At the same time, the system’s notifications kept ringing in Gu Qingfeng’s mind.
Ding!
Host attacked by Toad Demon.
Cultivation +1000+1000+1000+......
Ding!
Host attacked by Spider Demon.
Cultivation +99+99+99+......
Ding!
Host attacked by Snake Demon.
Cultivation +1+1+1+......
......
An hour later, the alternate dimension was silent—save for Little Corpse Charm, not a single demon remained standing.
The newly arrived demons had exhausted all their demonic energy and were left half-dead on the ground after being thoroughly thrashed by Gu Qingfeng.
As for the "seniors" who had been trapped in the alternate dimension earlier—like the weasel demon and the bald water ghost—they suffered the same fate.
Mainly because Gu Qingfeng had casually beaten them up in the midst of his rampage.
After this grueling hour of "cultivation," the wisp of internal qi in Gu Qingfeng’s body—once as thin as a strand of hair—had grown considerably.
Now, it was about the thickness of an infant’s pinky finger.
Yet, his cultivation realm remained at the first level of the Internal Qi Realm, still far from reaching the second.
This was because the quality of his internal qi was extraordinarily high—comparable to the innate tough qi of a grandmaster. As a result, demons below the grandmaster level provided minimal benefits.
If not for the presence of a toad demon at the early-stage grandmaster level, Gu Qingfeng estimated that his internal qi would have only grown from one strand of hair to two.
But Gu Qingfeng wasn’t worried. Tomorrow, he would officially assume his position as the commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Once he settled into the Demon Suppression Prison for a few days, his cultivation would skyrocket!
Using demons for cultivation was far more efficient than consuming pills—and without any side effects.
Pills, when taken in excess, would accumulate pill toxins and impurities in the body, potentially weakening one’s foundation.
The emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty was a prime example—his excessive pill consumption had left his foundation unstable, severely weakening his combat power and making it nearly impossible for him to break through to the Dragon Transformation Realm.
After finishing his "training," Gu Qingfeng forced the demons to swear loyalty to him.
Not a single one dared to refuse—each pledged allegiance, effectively becoming his slaves.
"Little Corpse Charm, from now on, you’ll be in charge of managing these demons. If any of them disobey, just kill them. Understood?"
Little Corpse Charm’s small, rosy lips parted slightly as she stared at the demons—some at the True Qi Realm, others at the Tough Qi Realm, and even a few at the grandmaster level. The sheer absurdity of the situation left her stunned.
She, the weakest among them, was now tasked with overseeing these once-untouchable beings?
"Master... you’re entrusting all of them to me?" she asked, disbelief lacing her voice.
"Yes, all of them."
"Thank you, Master!" Little Corpse Charm’s face lit up with genuine joy—the first real smile she had ever shown since following Gu Qingfeng.
For the first time, she thought that serving such a powerful master might not be so bad after all.
"Do a good job. Oh, and take these pills—use them to boost your cultivation." Gu Qingfeng casually tossed her a handful of pills.
Now that he could rely on demons for cultivation, pills had become practically useless to him.
"Th-thank you, Master!" Little Corpse Charm stammered, overwhelmed with excitement.
Gu Qingfeng nodded and then left the alternate dimension.
Little Corpse Charm stood frozen for a long moment, still processing the unbelievable turn of events.
Then, as she looked around at the powerful demons now under her command, a satisfied smile curled on her lips.
So, what’s the point of all your hard training? In the end, you’re all being managed by someone who just knows how to dance.
......
After exiting the alternate dimension, Gu Qingfeng returned to the Gu Manor to continue enjoying life.
After all, life was short—pleasing oneself was the top priority.
He set a small goal for himself: test the massage skills of his hundred-plus maids one by one, then promote the best performer to head maid.
Night fell...
After a long day of "hard work," even Gu Qingfeng felt a little exhausted. He lay in bed, ready to sleep.
But the moment he closed his eyes, an unsettling sensation crept over him—as if someone was watching.
His eyes snapped open as he scanned the room, but it was empty.
"Was it just my imagination? Maybe I’m just tired..." he muttered to himself.
Yet, the moment he closed his eyes again, the faint feeling of being observed returned.
Whoosh!
Gu Qingfeng sprang out of bed like a coiled spring, landing in the center of the room. His sharp gaze swept the surroundings, but he found nothing.
He then unleashed his soul force—reaching the "Unshakable by Gods" level—enveloping the entire room. But to his shock, his soul perception confirmed that he was alone.
Damn it, what’s going on? This can’t just be my imagination.
"Who’s there?! Show yourself!" Gu Qingfeng growled in a low voice.
"Young friend, your perception is quite sharp. As expected of a disciple of a divine realm expert."
A calm voice spoke from behind him.
Gu Qingfeng’s heart nearly stopped. He whirled around—and his expression darkened.
A white-haired, white-bearded old man in white robes stood there, smiling at him.
Impossible! When did he get behind me?!
Why didn’t my soul force detect him at all?!
Disbelieving, Gu Qingfeng scanned the old man again with his soul force—only to be met with the same result.
The old man was right in front of him, yet his soul perception insisted the room was empty.
If even my Unshakable by Gods soul can’t sense him... does that mean he’s... a god?!
"Young friend, there’s no need to be nervous. I mean you no harm. I merely came to confirm whether you truly are the disciple of a divine realm expert."
The old man smiled gently. "Now that I’ve seen you, I’m convinced. Though your cultivation is only at the Internal Qi Realm, you possess a soul at the Unshakable by Gods level and a physique comparable to the Dragon Transformation Realm. Such an unusual combination could only be the work of a divine realm master."
Gu Qingfeng’s expression shifted. He never expected his secrets to be laid bare so easily.
This old man is definitely a true god!
This is bad—a fake has run into the real deal!
What’s his goal? Is he here to harm me?
With a tense heart, Gu Qingfeng asked the most critical question first:
"May I ask... are you human?"
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