I Am Vulgar and Wild

"Gu Qingfeng, this is only our second meeting, so why do I feel like you know me so well?"

"Perhaps we were husband and wife in our past life. Xinyan, stop squirming."

"But I............."

......

At this moment, Shang Xinyan resembled an adorable, bewildered fawn, with none of the usual dignity and aloofness of the Dark Emperor.

What Gu Qingfeng hadn’t expected was how talkative Shang Xinyan became that night.

He knew it was a sign of nervousness—everyone reacted differently to tension, and Shang Xinyan’s way was to chatter incessantly, as if trying to prove she wasn’t flustered. Unbeknownst to her, it only made her seem even more nervous.

Yet, it also made her all the more endearing. Who would have thought that the usually cold and ethereal Dark Emperor could display such a charming side?

Before tonight, Gu Qingfeng could never have imagined that her icy demeanor could melt into such a dazed, clueless expression—the sheer contrast was utterly captivating.

At this moment, he truly felt grateful for coming to the Dark Realm. Otherwise, who knows who this little cutie might have ended up with?

The decision to marry had been Shang Xinyan’s, regardless of whether Gu Qingfeng came or not.

Her reactions made it clear—though she was nervous and kept talking, she never once resorted to force.

Given her strength, Gu Qingfeng would have been no match for her.

Evidently, she had already made up her mind—she was just inexperienced and a little scared.

If he had been a true gentleman, he might have done nothing that night, opting to nurture their bond first.

But alas, Gu Qingfeng was no gentleman. All he knew was that this was his lawfully wedded wife, and though she was nervous, she hadn’t refused.

Moreover, given Shang Xinyan’s devotion to humanity, she genuinely wanted to secure their lineage as quickly as possible.

The Holy Clan would descend in less than two years—time was running short.

Even if Gu Qingfeng had wanted to play the gentleman, it would only have forced this adorable girl to cast aside her pride and take the initiative herself.

......

Morning.

A fairy-like beauty was sneaking away like a thief.

She donned her golden mask, resuming her usual icy demeanor, as if last night had been nothing but a dream.

"Xinyan, where are you off to so early?" Gu Qingfeng opened his eyes and asked.

Shang Xinyan stiffened slightly, but her expression remained hidden behind the golden mask. A cool voice replied, "I’m going to refine some elixirs. The stronger the child’s constitution, the more nourishment it will need. I must prepare."

Hearing this, Gu Qingfeng was stunned. "You don’t actually think one night is enough, do you?"

Now it was Shang Xinyan’s turn to freeze.

"W-wasn’t that enough?" Her composure shattered instantly, replaced by nervousness.

"For ordinary people, even one successful night is a matter of luck, let alone for beings like us at the Divine Realm. The stronger the lifeform, the harder it is to conceive.

This is the law of heaven. Cultivators are essentially thieves, siphoning the world’s spiritual energy—people like us are practically grand larcenists.

If we could easily produce a whole brood of thieves, the heavens would eventually be plundered dry.

As the saying goes, 'Heaven nurtures all things to sustain man, yet man offers nothing in return.' That’s why the Heavenly Dao imposes such restrictions. Understand now, Xinyan?"

The way he called her "Xinyan" sent a shiver down her spine, her fair neck flushing visibly red.

"I... I see. Then tonight... we’ll continue."

The last two words were barely louder than a mosquito’s hum—had Gu Qingfeng not been so powerful, he might have missed them.

Before he could even rejoice, Shang Xinyan vanished on the spot.

Gu Qingfeng chuckled helplessly.

"Ahhh! She’s just too adorable. How can such a creature exist in this world?"

"Being a simple man is best! Let wealth and beauty move me, let joy and sorrow sway me—straightforward and clear!"

"Now that I’ve reached the age I once idolized, I must become the man I once envied!"

"From today onward, I’ll be an unbridled mortal—reckless, free, and utterly shameless!"

At this moment, Gu Qingfeng felt enlightened—or, as mortals call it, the "sage’s clarity." A time when all men become sages.

Thud!

He leapt out of bed, revealing a sculpted eight-pack, a defined V-line, and other... ahem impressive contours that would make any woman swoon.

After dressing, he strode out, refreshed and invigorated.

First, he had to pay a visit to that bastard Wei Guyun. Poisoning him was an act of mortal enmity, but Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t kill him—death was too easy.

True suffering was living a fate worse than death.

......

In truth, Wei Guyun was already enduring a living hell.

He had waited all night, yet there was no news of Gu Qingfeng’s death or injury—only eerie silence.

Late at night, he had ventured out to investigate, only to find the bridal chamber sealed away in another layer of space, completely untraceable.

With the Dark Realm teeming with experts, he dared not linger and returned.

The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning.

(Though, to be fair, Gu Qingfeng had also spent the night "tossing and turning"—just with company.)

"Could he have avoided the poison?"

The mere thought made Wei Guyun feel as if he had swallowed a fly—disgusting and unbearable.

Because it meant that last night, the Dark Emperor—the woman he revered and adored—had been...

The anguish and frustration were enough to drive him mad.

He left his quarters, hoping to gather information, only to run into the last person he wanted to see.

Gu Qingfeng!

Wei Guyun stared at the man—radiant, unharmed, and infuriatingly smug—his face darkening like a volcano on the verge of eruption.