If the Roles Were Reversed...

An hour later.

Young Master Yin panted heavily, his eyes fixed on Gu Qingfeng, who remained completely unharmed. The initial fury and bloodlust in his gaze had now turned into disbelief, shock, and even a trace of fear.

Gu Qingfeng sensed the stagnation in his cultivation and defensive prowess, no longer surging forward as before.

He shook his head in disappointment. "Is this all you've got?"

By now, he had reached the peak of the ninth level of Gang Qi, and his Primary Indestructible Demon Dragon Body was on the verge of breaking through to the next stage. However, judging by Young Master Yin's condition, it seemed unlikely he could push further with him.

"Why?! How is this possible?! A mere lowly insect from the lower realm can withstand all my attacks?!" Young Master Yin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly severely injured.

Of course, his injuries weren’t inflicted by Gu Qingfeng. Young Master Yin was far too valuable—Gu Qingfeng couldn’t bear to harm him, lest it affect his strength.

No, Young Master Yin’s injuries were entirely due to the backlash damage. Though each counter only reflected twenty percent of the damage, enduring it relentlessly for an hour had taken its toll, even on his formidable physique.

"So, these are your last words?" Gu Qingfeng sneered.

"Human! You may rely on your strong physique, but your soul is still merely at the 'Seeing God Without Breaking' stage—not yet transformed into a divine soul! If I can’t harm your body, then I’ll shatter your soul instead!"

With that, Young Master Yin lunged at Gu Qingfeng again, despite his injuries.

Gu Qingfeng grinned inwardly. Was this wolf cub really so considerate?

After boosting his physical and cultivation strength, he knew his soul was his weak point—so now he was coming to help strengthen that too?

Without dodging, Gu Qingfeng allowed Young Master Yin to close in.

In an instant, Young Master Yin’s claws shot toward Gu Qingfeng’s head, only to be effortlessly blocked by his outstretched arms.

Then, a flash of bloodlust gleamed in Young Master Yin’s eyes. A brilliant light erupted from his pupils, shooting straight into Gu Qingfeng’s sea of consciousness, striking his soul.

Ding!

Host has been attacked by the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.

Soul Power +200,000 +200,000 +200,000 +......

Ding!

Host’s Soul Power has reached its limit. Congratulations, the host’s soul has transformed into a Divine Soul!

As the system’s voice echoed, Gu Qingfeng felt an immense power surge from the depths of his soul. The faint trace of divine essence within it began expanding endlessly, like ink soaking into white paper.

Soon, the divine essence had completely saturated his soul.

The moment the transformation was complete, Gu Qingfeng’s soul fully ascended into a Divine Soul. A radiant, sacred light burst forth, carrying an aura of inviolable majesty.

Young Master Yin’s face twisted in utter panic.

"What kind of monster are you?! To break through mid-battle?!"

Clearly, he assumed Gu Qingfeng’s sudden soul evolution was due to the pressure of combat.

"Breaking through means nothing! A newly ascended Divine Soul is nothing before me—I’ll crush it with ease!" Young Master Yin blustered, though his voice lacked conviction.

He intensified the output of his divine soul energy, attempting to obliterate Gu Qingfeng’s newly formed Divine Soul.

But this was exactly what Gu Qingfeng had hoped for.

Under Young Master Yin's relentless efforts, Gu Qingfeng's divine soul flourished, transforming from a newborn infant to a toddler in the blink of an eye, then swiftly into a child, a teenager, and finally a young man!

At last, Young Master Yin's soul power neared exhaustion, and fear gripped him—utter, paralyzing fear.

Who wouldn't be terrified after exhausting every means at their disposal yet failing to harm even a single hair on their opponent?

Bang!

Young Master Yin suddenly exerted force against Gu Qingfeng's body.

Gu Qingfeng remained motionless, but Young Master Yin used the recoil to propel himself away at breakneck speed.

Though arrogant, Young Master Yin was no fool. Having nearly depleted all his strength without making a dent in his foe, now was the time to flee—what else could he do?

In the sky!

Young Master Yin rode the fierce winds, escaping at full speed, tossing back a final threat: "You wait! This Young Master will return! And when I do, my master will—"

"Keh keh keh... since when did you start copying the Big Bad Wolf?"

A sinister, grating laugh exploded beside Young Master Yin's ears.

Shocked, he turned to find Gu Qingfeng already at his side, surrounded by howling winds and crackling lightning, his long black hair writhing like serpents in the air, robes flapping wildly!

Impossible!

Young Master Yin's mind reeled. As a member of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf Clan, his speed was his greatest pride—yet here he was, utterly outmatched.

Truth be told, even Gu Qingfeng hadn't expected his current speed to be so overwhelming.

With the power of wind and lightning amplifying him, his velocity defied belief.

The wind came from his Wind God Physique, the lightning from his Indestructible Demon Dragon Physique.

Gu Qingfeng's previous flood dragon bloodline contained faint traces of thunder energy, likely because that flood dragon had been a thunder variant. However, the energy was too weak to manifest under normal circumstances.

It was like a seed, useless until it took root and sprouted.

Yet with the emergence of his Ultimate Black Dragon Indestructible Body, the latent thunder energy in his bloodline had awakened. Now, evolved into the Indestructible Demon Dragon Physique, that sprout had grown into a towering tree, unleashing the full might of its thunder!

"You've had your turn attacking—now it's mine!" A savage grin flashed across Gu Qingfeng's face as he threw a devastating punch.

Bang!

The overwhelming power of the Indestructible Demon Dragon Physique sent Young Master Yin plummeting from the sky like a meteor.

Boom—!

The impact carved a hundred-meter crater into the ground, shaking the earth as if doomsday had arrived.

Gu Qingfeng descended just as swiftly, landing in the crater.

Gravity accelerating his fall, he stomped down hard on Young Master Yin's wolf head.

Boom—!

Another deafening explosion!

A massive dust cloud erupted from the crater.

As the dust settled, Gu Qingfeng gazed at the barely conscious, disfigured Young Master Yin and sneered, "Keh keh keh... Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll keep you alive—to lure out your master. Be smart and summon him now."

Hearing these eerily familiar words, Young Master Yin, whose consciousness had been fading, jolted back to clarity.

A sense of absurdity washed over him. Wasn't this exactly what he'd said earlier, trying to force Gu Qingfeng's master to reveal himself?

Now the roles had reversed.

And his opponent's methods were far more brutal than his own.

"You... don't think just because you defeated me, you can challenge my master. My master's power is beyond your imagination. In his eyes, you’re not even worth an ant!"

"Enough with the damn nonsense."

Swish!

Gu Qingfeng drew the Wood King Sword and swiftly performed a castration procedure on Young Master Yin.

"Ah—!"

Excruciating pain sent Young Master Yin into uncontrollable screams.

"You're dead!!"

"Just wait! In two years, when my master descends, you’ll meet your doom!"

"What!?" Gu Qingfeng flew into a rage. "I have to wait two damn years? Call him down right now—I can’t wait that long!"

Young Master Yin froze momentarily, the shock nearly numbing his pain.

"Foolish rat! A frog at the bottom of a well like you could never comprehend my master’s terror. Let me enlighten you—this world is his sheep pen, and you humans are nothing but livestock. I’m merely his sheepdog. Do you really think defeating me means you can stand against him?" Young Master Yin snarled.

"So, being a dog is something to brag about now?"

"Serving my master is the highest honor! Filthy creatures like your kind aren’t even worthy of being dogs!"

"Then bark for me."

"I’ll bark your mother’s—"

Thud!

Gu Qingfeng kicked Young Master Yin square in the mouth, sending teeth and curses down his throat.

"Truly, no ivory comes from a dog’s mouth. The old saying never lies."

"Ugh... You’re dead meat!" Young Master Yin slurred through broken teeth.

"Tch. Seems you can’t summon your master after all. How boring. Making me wait two years? Unforgivable!"

Just as Gu Qingfeng raised his foot to crush Young Master Yin’s skull, he paused. "Tell you what—I’ll spare your life if you swear loyalty to me. Become my dog. What do you say?"

"In your dreams!"

Crunch!

Young Master Yin met his end.

Gu Qingfeng then proceeded to loot the corpse.

After some effort, he stared at Young Master Yin’s Qiankun Ring and nearly wept—drool practically dripping from his mouth.

"Since when do dogs live this lavishly?"

Mountains of rare treasures, spirit weapons, and riches filled the ring, instantly making Gu Qingfeng feel like a pauper.

Truly, even a dog of the Upper Realm’s Sacred Clan lived in luxury.

This only deepened his anticipation for the Sacred Clan.

But the thought of waiting two years soured his mood. "Ugh, how am I supposed to survive without the Sacred Clan for that long?"

"Is there any way to make them descend sooner?"

"Or, failing that... if I can’t find the Sacred Clan, maybe I can find other dogs?"

Gu Qingfeng reasoned that if Young Master Yin’s claims were true, this world couldn’t have just one sheepdog. The Upper Realm’s Sacred Clan couldn’t descend often, and a single dog like Young Master Yin couldn’t possibly force all the human Divine Realm experts into hiding.

There had to be more. But where? (Note: The protagonist doesn’t know Young Master Yin is from the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.)

Ah, got it!

Gu Qingfeng suddenly recalled Jue Mingzi and the so-called "Dark Realm."

If Jue Mingzi and his group were being hunted by sheepdogs, they must know where the pack’s den was.

Didn’t Jue Mingzi say to notify them once he contacted his master?

Now that Gu Qingfeng had also attained godhood, it was the perfect opportunity to impersonate his master and seek out Jue Mingzi.

As for safety concerns, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t too worried. After all, Young Master Yin’s power undoubtedly surpassed that of the human race’s divine realm—otherwise, how could he have forced them into hiding?

Having undergone Young Master Yin’s enhancements, Gu Qingfeng’s strength was now among the very top of the human divine realm, if not the absolute strongest.

Most importantly, the Dark Realm was clearly recruiting allies everywhere, amassing forces to resist external threats. With his formidable power, Gu Qingfeng would surely be welcomed, not targeted.

With this in mind, Gu Qingfeng made his decision—he would go find Jue Mingzi.

But before that, there was one more thing he needed to do.

He had to return the Crown Prince’s “kindness.”

The Crown Prince had given him such a grand “gift.” How could he not reciprocate?

And then there was the imperial treasury. The Old Emperor was dead, and the Crown Prince wouldn’t last much longer. By all rights, shouldn’t their inheritance go to him, their sworn brother?