Dancing Dark Emperor

During the meeting, Gu Qingfeng also inquired about the Dream-devouring Divine Weapon from his dreams, only to be told that no such thing existed—it was a fabrication.

If such a weapon truly existed, the Dark Realm wouldn’t be called the Dark Realm—it would be the Bright Realm instead.

However, Gu Qingfeng had a faint suspicion that even if the Dark Realm didn’t possess the Dream-devouring Divine Weapon, they must have other hidden trump cards. This was easy to deduce simply by observing the demeanor of the Dark Realm’s people.

If they had truly been trapped in despair, powerless to resist, their spirits wouldn’t have remained so unbroken.

Though their expressions were often grave, deep down, they still clung to a sliver of hope—a clear sign that their confidence stemmed from some hidden advantage.

After the meeting concluded, Gu Qingfeng was escorted to a secluded cave abode.

Seeing that it was identical to the one in his dream, his cautious nature prompted him to immediately activate his Truth-Seeking Eyes, scanning the surroundings. Only after confirming there were no surveillance measures did he finally relax.

It seemed the Dark Realm had fully accepted him—after all, he had already survived their series of tests.

Next, he activated the cave’s built-in defensive formations and then took out an array of additional formations from his personal stash, ensuring no one could slip in unnoticed.

Once all preparations were complete, Gu Qingfeng decided to undertake a monumental task!

This matter was of grave importance and absolutely could not be discovered by the Dark Realm. If exposed, it could lead to a complete rift between them, even inciting a united attack against him. Thus, he proceeded with extreme caution.

Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng opened a dimensional rift and summoned the little corpse enchantress.

Today, she was dressed in a fresh and elegant style, exuding youthful vitality. Her long, straight black hair cascaded like a waterfall, paired with knee-high socks, a JK uniform, and little leather shoes—the very image of an irresistibly charming schoolgirl.

But Gu Qingfeng had no mind to admire her.

Or rather, his thoughts were elsewhere at the moment.

"Master, what do you need me for~?" the little corpse enchantress cooed sweetly.

"Master has an important mission for you," Gu Qingfeng said, using his spiritual power to project an image into her mind.

"Transform into this appearance."

The little corpse enchantress nodded and promptly shifted into the form of a breathtakingly beautiful woman clad in a dark golden robe.

"Hehe, Master, is this right?"

Gu Qingfeng stared dumbfounded as the "Dark Sovereign" coyly flirted with him, gulping hard.

"Not quite. Tone down the seductiveness and adopt a more aloof expression."

The "Dark Sovereign" immediately wiped the smile from her face, her demeanor turning icy as her serene, autumn-like eyes calmly regarded Gu Qingfeng.

A cool, ethereal voice rang out: "Like this?"

"Yes, yes! Not just flawless—it’s practically identical!" Gu Qingfeng exclaimed excitedly. "But the robes are too thick. Make it… breezier."

Thus, the dark golden robe transformed into a dark golden lace minidress.

Regal elegance now tinged with a hint of allure.

"Perfect! Now, perform the Heavenly Split for Master!"

The "Dark Sovereign’s" coldly beautiful face froze momentarily, looking adorably clueless.

"Master, what’s a Heavenly Split?"

"You know the splits, right? Legs stretched out in a straight line. The Heavenly Split is when one foot stays on the ground while the other points to the sky—a vertical split. Go on, show Master!"

The little corpse enchantress complied.

[...]

"Good, good! Now take off your shoes, hold that pose, and spin twice. Adjust the angle. Expression—remember your expression! Imagine you’re the sovereign of the Dark Realm, transcendent and untouchable. No flirty smiles—aloof!

Aloof, not expressionless. Yes, just like that! Now add a touch of indignation, a reluctant-yet-willing vibe!

Nice!"

After watching for a while, Gu Qingfeng suddenly felt a pang of guilt. If the Dark Realm found out about this, he’d surely be exiled.

Uneasy, he activated his Truth-Seeking Eyes once more to scan the area. Only after confirming no anomalies did he relax.

"Keep the music playing! Keep dancing!"

[...]

The dance lasted all night.

The next day, Jue Mingzi came knocking, forcing Gu Qingfeng to reluctantly send the little corpse enchantress back to the dimensional rift.

"Hmm? Fellow Daoist Gu, I notice your face is flushed and your energy seems drained. Did your cultivation go awry?"

Gu Qingfeng glanced at Jue Mingzi and thought, This old man’s a real one—he even made up an excuse for me.

"Indeed, a minor mishap in cultivation," Gu Qingfeng replied gravely.

Jue Mingzi’s expression turned serious. "Fellow Daoist Gu, the divine techniques of the outside world have been lost. Without proper guidance, it’s unwise to experiment recklessly. I came today to fulfill my promise—to take you to the Scripture Pavilion. Once you’ve studied the divine techniques, your condition will surely improve."

Gu Qingfeng nodded, though his mind was elsewhere: Useless. I’m watching again tonight. The Dark Realm might be mediocre, but the Dark Sovereign? Absolutely electrifying!

Especially since the Dark Sovereign was arguably the highest-status, most powerful woman in this realm—calling her an empress wouldn’t be an exaggeration in the outside world.

The more noble her status, the greater the contrast when performing those… breezy dances. The thrill was unmatched!

After exchanging a few disjointed pleasantries, the two headed to the Scripture Pavilion.

Upon arrival, Jue Mingzi explained, "This Scripture Pavilion houses the accumulated wisdom of the Dark Realm over millennia. It contains divine techniques painstakingly developed by countless predecessors, as well as insights, cultivation tips, and even manuals contributed by later generations.

With humanity in decline, we’ve cast aside sectarian biases and no longer hoard knowledge."

Gu Qingfeng was deeply intrigued. When it came to divine techniques, he was completely in the dark.

The Dragon God Art he practiced only covered techniques from Qi Gathering to Dragon Transformation, with nothing on the divine realm.

The later stages, like the Dragon Ascension for Grandmasters, were something he had to pry from his distant relatives back in the imperial capital.

Now, having the chance to systematically study these techniques was a boon. Though his system could boost his cultivation, without proper methods, he’d end up a fool with raw power but no skill.

While his current cultivation was only at the peak of Gang Qi—not yet divine realm—it hardly mattered. Not only was the quality of his Gang Qi comparable to divine True Essence, but his soul strength rivaled that of a peak divine expert. There wasn’t a single technique in the Scripture Pavilion he couldn’t practice.

Under Jue Mingzi’s guidance, Gu Qingfeng began poring over the texts.

The first technique he studied was Cloud Soaring—a fundamental divine spell accessible even to newly ascended divine practitioners. Of course, speed varied by individual; theoretically, the stronger one’s soul, the more of Heaven and Earth’s power they could harness, and thus the faster they could fly.

Cloud Soaring wasn’t difficult. With his formidable soul, Gu Qingfeng mastered it in about an hour.

It felt like an adult revisiting elementary school material—effortless.