There stood a peerlessly beautiful woman clad in snow-white robes, her ethereal gown stained with streaks of blood, as if marred by an untimely flow. Though slightly disheveled, her body shimmered with a divine radiance, mist-like and ever-shifting, casting her skin in a glow as flawless as jade, akin to a celestial maiden.
Faced with such a goddess-like woman—who had just stabbed him in the back—Gu Qingfeng concluded that nothing would repay her "kindness" better than smashing her exquisite skull with a single punch.
So beautiful… I bet even her splattered brains would bloom in an equally gorgeous pattern.
Gu Qingfeng adored beauties, but when it came to enemies who sought his life, gender made no difference—except that dealing with women required one extra step.
Roar!
Amidst the cries of dragons and elephants, the Prison-Suppressing Demon Dragon and Divine Elephant surged from his body, instantly blotting out the sky. Simultaneously, the elemental forces of the world raged wildly, converging into a swirling vortex of opposing energies behind him. Yin and Yang manifested, coalescing into a grand Taiji diagram.
Boom!
A single punch erupted.
The air shattered in layers, the earth cracked apart, and trees were uprooted and flung aside. This strike embodied the combined might of his Primordial Sacred Body and Prison-Suppressing Dragon-Elephant Physique.
Yet, the woman remained expressionless, her eyes hollow. With a simple thrust of her black sword—devoid of any mystical fluctuations or divine techniques—she countered.
To Gu Qingfeng’s shock, his Seven-Apertures Exquisite Body perceived the terrifying truth hidden within that seemingly rudimentary strike.
The sword was a flawless extension of the Dao’s trajectory, its power perfectly contained, not a wisp leaking out—utterly impervious.
This one move proves she’s stronger than even Heaven’s Zenith experts like Tianxiang Patriarch… She must be a Heavenly Monarch!
No chance of winning—time to flee!
In a flash, Gu Qingfeng vanished.
The moment he disappeared, the unassuming sword pierced through the dragon-elephant phantom and Taiji diagram like a red-hot iron.
Hiss!
The illusions boiled violently before disintegrating into nothingness.
Truly, one sword to sever all laws.
After this, the woman stood motionless, indifferent to Gu Qingfeng’s escape. Instead, she trudged to the side of the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Nurturing Flower and stared blankly at it.
Frozen. Statue-like.
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Within the Palm World
Gu Qingfeng’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected to be forced back so soon after venturing out.
Damn it!
What kind of rotten luck is this?!
The Cangming Realm is no place for humans.
First, monstrous barbarians. Now, a woman likely at the Heavenly Monarch realm. The dangers here were absurd.
But he’d misunderstood one thing—it wasn’t the Cangming Realm that was deadly. It was the Taichu Forbidden Land, one of its most ancient and perilous zones. The title "Forbidden Land" wasn’t earned lightly—it was forged by the blood of countless mighty experts throughout history.
Even Heaven’s Zenith cultivators dared not enter.
None could roam freely like Gu Qingfeng, slipping in and out twice while casually plucking rare herbs.
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An Hour Later
Gu Qingfeng cautiously opened a hair-thin spatial rift to peek into the Cangming Realm.
To his horror, the bloodstained woman still stood there. Unmoving.
He snapped the rift shut, terrified she might chase him into the Palm World.
Another Hour Passed
He tried again.
Damn it! Still there!
Just as he prepared to close the rift, he paused.
Wait… She’s been frozen in the same pose this whole time, fixated on that flower. Petrified?
He kept watching, even spitting through the rift into the Forbidden Land as a test. No reaction.
The woman’s hollow eyes held no spark of life—only the stillness of death.
"Could she be a Dao Slave, her soul eroded by the curse?"
From the Elephant Demon’s intel, only supreme talents of immense power could become Dao Slaves. Their bodies, infused with Dao Rhyme, turned into puppets under the Heavenly Dao’s curse after their souls scattered.
"But if Dao Slaves lack consciousness, why is she obsessed with the Soul Nurturing Flower?"
Soul Nurturing Flower… Soul…
A realization struck him.
What one lacks, one craves.
This Dao Slave might have undergone a mutation, retaining a sliver of awareness. That sliver now yearned for soul energy, explaining her fixation on the flower.
A mindless rock wouldn’t crave anything.
But staring won’t do squat. Why not eat it?
Perhaps her intelligence was too feeble to grasp the concept of consumption. She merely lingered, drawn to the flower’s aura.
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Back in the Taichu Forbidden Land
As predicted, the woman ignored Gu Qingfeng’s return, her attention wholly consumed by the flower.
She only attacked earlier because I tried taking it.
Relieved, Gu Qingfeng prepared to leave—until indignation flared.
Hell no! I lost the flower AND took a free stab. Unacceptable!
What, pretty privilege lets you do whatever you want?
Not on my watch. I never leave empty-handed.
Maybe… a quick grope before leaving?
Stealthily, he crept within ten meters of her. Still no reaction.
Odd. Dao Slaves attack all intruders. Why ignore me?
Is it the Heavenly Dao’s influence?
Both bore traces of the Dao—her from the curse, him from his connection.
If we’re kin… a little touch shouldn’t hurt, right?
Summoning the Body-Sizing Art and Invisibility Spell (though likely futile), he inched closer.
Three meters away—
Clang!
The woman’s hand snapped to her black sword, the blade partially unsheathed.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
