Awakening the True, Good, and Beautiful in Gu Qingfeng

Meng Yan fell silent for a long while before suddenly frowning and saying, "Enough, stop crying. The priority now is to figure out why Gu Qingfeng can resist the corruption of demonic energy—even the invasion of a demon seed!"

Ling Fei'er sniffled pitifully, wiping her tears. "How would I know? At this point, I suspect he isn’t even human. He’s the real demon here! My demonic energy and the demon seed must have been devoured by him!"

"Control your emotions and stop spouting nonsense. You’ve cultivated with him multiple times—how could you not know whether he’s human? How could a human possibly devour demonic energy?" Meng Yan retorted with a frown.

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Fei'er’s wild claim was closer to the truth than he realized.

"Based on my speculation, could it be because his Dao Heart is too resolute?"

"Impossible!" Ling Fei'er immediately shot back. "Him? Dao Heart resolute? You might as well say his lust is resolute. I doubt he even has a Dao Heart to begin with."

"Eliminating all other possibilities, the remaining one—no matter how improbable—must be the truth. Perhaps Gu Qingfeng’s usual behavior is just an act. In reality, he might be a man of unwavering Dao Heart, resilient and patient in secret," Meng Yan said gravely.

"If that man’s usual demeanor is truly a disguise, then I must say his deception runs deep. We cannot underestimate him. This calls for careful planning."

Meng Yan’s words made Ling Fei'er waver slightly, casting doubt on her own judgment.

Could that man, who had indulged in wild cultivation sessions with her, really be pretending? But if so, his acting was flawless—it all seemed so genuine!

Ling Fei'er shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not! There’s no way Gu Qingfeng has a resolute Dao Heart."

"Fool!" Meng Yan snapped coldly. "How many years have you even been cultivating? What do you know of Dao Heart?"

Ling Fei'er refused to back down. "I may not understand Dao Heart, but I understand men."

The statement left Meng Yan speechless.

After all, Ling Fei'er’s suitors could encircle the Sword Sect three times over. No one would argue that she knew men well.

"Since you’re so certain, then explain—why couldn’t he be transformed into a demonic human?"

Ling Fei'er—now channeling her inner Sherlock Holmes—began her analysis.

"Both of us became demonic humans through the demon seed. When the seed enters a human body, the instinct is to resist. But when Gu Qingfeng was implanted with the seed, he showed no signs of invasion—not even a reaction. That’s not normal.

Even if his Dao Heart were resolute, there should still be a struggle against the seed. The fact that there was none suggests the seed had no effect whatsoever.

The demon seed works similarly to inner demons—it stirs one’s evil nature, pits it against one’s conscience, and then seizes control during the conflict, erasing conscience entirely to force demonic transformation.

Otherwise, no matter how wicked a person is, they’d just be a villain, not a demonic human. To become one, the seed must merge with and dominate their evil. That’s why there must be a struggle—it’s the seed’s chance to infiltrate.

The reason the seed failed on Gu Qingfeng... I suspect it’s because he has no conscience."

"No conscience?!" Meng Yan was stunned.

"Exactly. Without a conscience, there’s no conflict. The seed can’t exploit anything to take over his evil and turn him into a demonic human."

"How can someone have no conscience? Did a dog eat it?"

Ling Fei'er’s mind flashed back to something Gu Qingfeng had said during cultivation:

"Xue'er would look prettier as ashes than you do with makeup on."

What kind of person says something like that mid-cultivation?

So Ling Fei'er declared with absolute certainty, "A dog definitely ate his conscience."

"Then what do we do? Does that mean he can never become a demonic human? Unless we make the dog spit his conscience back out?"

"Precisely," Ling Fei'er affirmed. "So our next step is to awaken his conscience—to instill in him the sincerity, kindness, and virtue that a human should possess."

"Virtue? Kindness?" Meng Yan’s lips twitched uncontrollably. "Since when is that our job as demonic humans?

When corrupting others, we’ve always preyed on their darkness—hatred, envy, rage. Why are we suddenly promoting love and kindness for Gu Qingfeng?

This isn’t our expertise!"

Ling Fei'er smirked coldly. "Maybe not yours, but it’s mine. Don’t forget—love is also one of humanity’s beautiful emotions.

I’ll make him fall for me—then destroy him completely."

Meng Yan studied Ling Fei'er’s chilling smile and couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t entirely sane at the moment.

"So you’re saying... you’ll go back to cultivating with him?"

"Hmph. As they say, familiarity breeds affection. While a man chasing a woman faces mountains, a woman chasing a man only needs to pierce a thin veil. Do you really think I can’t break through that?

Uncle Meng, don’t slack off either. Gu Qingfeng is new to the Sword Sect, unfamiliar with everything, and shares the Reverse Scale Peak with you. As his senior brother, show him warmth and care. Fulfill his needs, build camaraderie.

With both of us working on him, even the coldest iron will melt in time."

Ling Fei'er spoke with radiant confidence, as if she could already see the future—Gu Qingfeng hopelessly in love, dancing in the palm of her hand.

......

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

To Gu Qingfeng, the past month felt like a dream—one so blissful it seemed unreal.

Arriving alone at the Sword Sect, he hadn’t faced disdain or exclusion. Instead, his days were filled with revelry, warmth, and care. Whatever he desired, a mere word would bring it to him the next day.

Ling Fei'er had been utterly submissive—dining with him, drinking with him, even cultivating together. She’d occasionally pen sickeningly sweet love poems or invite him to scenic spots for cultivation amidst nature. Thanks to such "training," his cultivation had even reached the fifth level of the Human Core Divine Pill Realm.

Meng Yan, too, seemed like a changed man—frequently inviting him for drinks or showering him with weapons, pills, and spirit stones. Eventually, he even deposed the Reverse Scale Peak’s Holy Son and handed the title to Gu Qingfeng.

This senior brother treated him better than family.

Gu Qingfeng had no idea what these two demons were scheming, but it didn’t matter. He’d just enjoy the ride.

Given their stellar behavior, he might consider sparing their lives when the time came.