Ah, I'm Out Again

Facing this strike from a Heavenly Monarch-level opponent, Gu Qingfeng had to admit—he couldn't block it.

So he ran.

Simple, decisive, and utterly shameless.

The Heavenly Conveyance Array activated instantly. In a flash of light, Gu Qingfeng reappeared within the Sword Sect’s grand defensive formation.

BOOM!

The space where Gu Qingfeng had just stood shattered layer by layer under the force of that palm strike.

Yet no one paid attention to the destructive power of the blood-red handprint. Instead, all eyes were fixed on Gu Qingfeng in stunned silence.

At this moment, everyone froze.

He… went back!?

Was the sect’s grand protective formation made of paper or something?!

Come out whenever he wants, go back whenever he pleases?!

The female disciples of the Sword Sect were especially dumbfounded. Their tears hadn’t even dried yet when, out of nowhere, the situation took a complete 180-degree turn.

They’d been tricked into shedding tears for nothing.

"Junior Brother Gu, you…" Dugu Wei stared wide-eyed at Gu Qingfeng, who now stood right beside him.

"AAAAH! You little brat! How dare you mock this lord?!" Wang Yan’s furious roar echoed from outside the sect.

"Keh keh keh…" Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly, reveling in the other’s frustration. "This lord is mocking you, you dumbass! Surprised? Shocked? Excited?"

This series of taunts drove Wang Yan into such a rage that he slammed multiple palm strikes against the Sword Sect’s protective formation.

"Hey, this lord’s out again!"

Another flash of light, and Gu Qingfeng reappeared outside the formation.

"Come get me, you old fart!"

"YOU DIE NOW!"

This time, Wang Yan truly lost his temper. Instead of attacking from a distance, he transformed into a streak of light and charged straight at Gu Qingfeng.

SWOOSH!

Light flashed—Gu Qingfeng was back inside.

"AAAAAH!" Wang Yan, grasping at empty air, roared in fury and began hammering the formation barrier with both fists.

Meanwhile, Gu Qingfeng stood less than ten centimeters away, separated only by the thin veil of the formation, smirking mockingly at his enemy.

That flimsy barrier might as well have been an insurmountable chasm—Wang Yan couldn’t lay a finger on him.

"Bastard! You got the guts to come out again?!" Wang Yan bellowed, eyes bulging with rage.

"Tch. Fine, old man, since you asked so nicely."

Another flash of light.

Wang Yan instantly unleashed his full power, poised like a hunting dog waiting at a rabbit’s burrow. The moment Gu Qingfeng took a single step outside, he’d grab him—no chance of escape.

As a Heavenly Monarch, he had absolute confidence in this.

But after Gu Qingfeng vanished from within the formation, Wang Yan scanned the surroundings… and found no trace of him.

"Over here, old man. Guess age really does make you blind."

Gu Qingfeng’s voice rang out from the distant horizon.

Turns out, he hadn’t teleported just outside the formation—he’d gone miles away.

Such was the might of the Heavenly Conveyance Array. Borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao, distance meant nothing in this world—it was all just a backyard to the Dao.

Wang Yan howled and shot toward the distant figure.

At that moment, Jian Xinghe, the usually silent sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain, suddenly made his move. A flying sword streaked across the sky, homing in on Gu Qingfeng’s location.

"Sword Seals the Eight Directions!"

With his roar, the space within a thousand-mile radius around Gu Qingfeng instantly solidified—Jian Xinghe had locked down the area to prevent escape.

Wang Yan’s face twisted with savage glee as he lunged forward to seize Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng merely sneered. Another flash of light, and he vanished—completely ignoring the spatial lockdown—reappearing safely within the Sword Sect once more.

Wang Yan grabbed nothing but air.

Jian Xinghe’s expression darkened. "Impossible! How can this brat ignore my spatial seal?!"

By now, both the Sword Sect disciples and their enemies outside were utterly dumbstruck. They watched as Gu Qingfeng toyed with Wang Yan like a man teasing a dog.

This was Wang Yan—the King of Hell, lord of the Netherworld Sect, a supreme Heavenly Monarch! Even in the entire Verdant Wood Domain, he stood at the pinnacle!

Yet here he was, being humiliated by a junior who hadn’t even reached the Heavenly Monarch realm. The sheer absurdity of it left everyone reeling.

"Hey, I’m out again! Come catch me!" Gu Qingfeng continued his taunting dance at the formation’s edge.

Wang Yan, trembling with fury, was about to charge again when Jian Xinghe stopped him.

"Brother Wang, do you truly wish to keep being played for a fool?"

The words snapped Wang Yan out of his rage. He glanced around and noticed the strange looks from the crowd—especially the Sword Sect disciples, who were barely suppressing their laughter, as if watching a clown.

His face burned with humiliation.

"Brother Wang, in my opinion, that boy must possess a spatial treasure. Otherwise, he’d never bypass a spatial seal. Don’t let him dictate the pace."

"Then what? Just let him prance around out there?!" Wang Yan gnashed his teeth.

"We must not fall into his rhythm. The moment we breach the Sword Sect’s formation, his antics end."

"Agreed." Duan Changsheng nodded. "Our priority is breaking the formation. With our numbers, no matter how strong their defenses, relentless assault will wear it down. Ignore the brat."

Reluctantly, Wang Yan yielded. The enemy forces regrouped, preparing to form their own grand array to dismantle the Sword Sect’s defenses.

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Gu Qingfeng—the very spark that ignited this war—stood alone outside the formation, facing the sea of enemies, yet not a single soul came for him.

He moved through the battlefield as if detached from reality, untouched by the chaos.

(Of course, Gu Qingfeng wasn’t reckless enough to approach the Heavenly Monarchs too closely. At point-blank range, even the Heavenly Conveyance Array wouldn’t save him.)

Seeing that his taunts no longer worked, Gu Qingfeng finally returned to the Sword Sect.

The moment he stepped inside, he was met with the disciples’ stares—as if they’d seen a ghost.

"J-Junior Brother Gu… what kind of divine technique is this?" Dugu Wei stammered, his usual composure shattered.

What was supposed to be a grim battle for survival had turned into a farce, all thanks to Gu Qingfeng’s antics.

If even Dugu Wei was this shaken, the other disciples—especially the younger ones—were practically worshipping him like a deity.

So this is what an Imperial Scion is capable of?

No wonder he’s the chosen one. At just the Earthly Origin Realm, he’s toying with a Heavenly Monarch like it’s nothing.

At that moment, Lin Miaoke spoke up hesitantly, "Junior Brother Gu… is this the legendary Heavenly Conveyance Array?"

Having overseen the Sealing Heaven Forbidden Arts for years, Lin Miaoke, despite mastering only the basics, was intimately familiar with its contents. After careful observation, she concluded that Gu Qingfeng’s technique resembled one of the most profound arrays within the forbidden arts—the Heavenly Conveyance Array.

Gu Qingfeng nodded. "Sharp eyes, Senior Sister. That’s exactly what it is."

Lin Miaoke’s shock deepened. She knew full well how difficult it was to harness the Heavenly Dao’s power for teleportation—even Heavenly Monarchs couldn’t achieve it. How had Gu Qingfeng done it?

And if he’d mastered the Heavenly Conveyance Array… did that mean…?

"Gu... Junior Brother Gu, have you truly mastered the Heaven-Sealing Forbidden Art?" Lin Miaoke asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yeah."