Are you getting bored

After a fierce battle, Shang Xinyan had been knocked to the ground by Gu Qingfeng with a single strike.

At this moment, Gu Qingfeng felt an unprecedented clarity in his mind. His thoughts were sharper than ever as he began to contemplate his next move.

He realized he might have fallen into a misconception—why did he have to destroy the "One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Demon-Slaying Grand Array"? Why did he have to wait two whole years?

Since when had he ever waited for others? It had always been others waiting for him.

To be honest, ever since hearing about his father-in-law's plight, Gu Qingfeng had been simmering with two kinds of anger.

One of those flames had already been vented, but the other was only growing fiercer.

Ignorance was one thing, but now that he knew, how could he just sit back and let a hero be treated like livestock for another two years?

Was he supposed to suppress this rage for two more years?

How the hell could he tolerate that?

Instead of racking his brains to dismantle the "One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Demon-Slaying Grand Array," why not just crush the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom outright and force the Holy Clan to descend?

Gu Qingfeng refused to believe the Holy Clan would stand by and watch their loyal hounds get slaughtered.

The Qing Realm was their territory—if a major upheaval occurred here, the Holy Clan would surely intervene.

That way, Shang Xinyan and the others wouldn’t even need to be involved.

He could march straight to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom tomorrow, force the Holy Clan to descend, and then annihilate them. Problem solved.

Just imagining his wife arriving to set up the array, only to find her husband had already become the Demon King—now that would be hilarious.

Who knows? His shy wife might even be so thrilled she’d finally agree to try a few new positions she’d always refused.

The more Gu Qingfeng thought about it, the more excited he became, cursing himself for being so shortsighted earlier.

Back then, the moment he heard the array could sever the path to the upper realm, he’d panicked, obsessing over how to stop it—completely overlooking the simpler solution.

What was the purpose of the "One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Demon-Slaying Grand Array" in the first place?

Wasn’t it to fight demons? If he wiped out all the demons himself, why bother dismantling the array?

Damn it, if they dared to piss him off, he’d just obliterate them tomorrow.

Make him wait two years?

Starting tomorrow, he’d camp out in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. If the Holy Clan didn’t descend in one day, he’d slaughter ten thousand demons. Two days? A hundred thousand. Three days? A million.

Let’s see if the Holy Clan could stay away then.

With this plan in mind, Gu Qingfeng’s frustration finally eased slightly. He pulled Shang Xinyan close and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Gu Qingfeng woke leisurely to find Shang Xinyan already wrapped up tightly in her robes, mask back in place, as if terrified daylight might expose something.

Honestly, he wanted to tell her it was pointless—with his current strength, seeing in the dark was no different from broad daylight. He’d already seen everything there was to see.

Once dressed, Shang Xinyan turned to leave without a backward glance, acting like some heartless playgirl.

"Xinyan, wait," Gu Qingfeng called out.

Shang Xinyan stiffened slightly. "It’s daytime now."

Gu Qingfeng rolled his eyes. "What’s with you and these wild thoughts? I have something serious to discuss."

"Me? You’re the one who never lets me finish a sentence whenever we meet!"

Unbeknownst to her, a hint of coquettishness had crept into her tone.

Last night’s heart-to-heart had clearly brought them closer—or maybe it was just the result of spending so much time together.

"Listen, I’m going away for a bit."

"Where?"

"To prepare a surprise for you." Gu Qingfeng smirked mysteriously.

But at the word "surprise," Shang Xinyan’s expression grew eerily calm.

"How long will you be gone?"

Gu Qingfeng considered. The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom had billions of demons. Killing ten thousand a day, a hundred thousand in two, a million in three… Depending on when the Holy Clan descended, he’d need at least five days, plus travel time.

"Hmm… At least ten days, maybe a month."

"Are you tired of me?"

"…What?" Gu Qingfeng blinked. "Tired of what?"

Shang Xinyan bit her lip, voice trembling. "You’ve had your fun, haven’t you? I’ve heard men grow bored quickly after getting what they want, always chasing something new.

"Gu Qingfeng, I won’t stop you from finding others. If you’re tired of me, fine. But you can’t leave. For humanity’s sake, at least endure me a little longer. Wait until I’m pregnant—then you can go."

Gu Qingfeng was dumbfounded. What kind of nonsense was this?

The most beautiful woman in the Qing Realm—and he’d get bored after fourteen times in two days?

"Endure" her? If this was endurance, he’d happily endure it for a hundred years, thank you very much.

Seeing his stunned silence, Shang Xinyan mistook it for confirmation. A sharp pang shot through her heart.

"Fine. If you don’t want to, forget it."

Fighting back tears, she turned to leave—but Gu Qingfeng grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"Yan'er, I must say you're just too adorable—this is practically cheating! Who would've thought that beneath your usual aloof, fairy-like demeanor, you'd be this adorably silly in private.

Which eye of yours decided I’ve grown tired of you? No man with a celestial beauty like you for a wife could ever get bored in two days—heck, not even in two lifetimes! Where in the entire Qing Realm could anyone find a woman better than you?

Yan'er, even if you don’t trust my character, at least have some faith in your own charm, alright?"

"R-really?"

"Of course it's true."

Gu Qingfeng had come to realize that Shang Xinyan was utterly innocent when it came to matters of the heart, almost like a blank sheet of paper. And now, she was showing signs of turning into that sweetly insecure girl in love, her mood lifting the moment she was coaxed.

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Didn’t I say I’m preparing a surprise for you? We’re married now, and I still haven’t given you a proper gift."

"What kind of surprise?"

"If I told you, would it still be a surprise?"

"But... you’re not just saying this to trick me, are you?"

"Oh, so you dare doubt me now? Fine, I’ll just have to prove it with actions—let’s see if I’m really 'bored' or not."

"Ah! No, it’s still broad dayl—"