Gu Qingfeng hurled insults left and right, calling the Holy Lord an "old dog" repeatedly, making the veins on the Holy Lord's forehead bulge in rage. But when he saw over a hundred Supreme experts staring at him expressionlessly, he ultimately held back from uttering another word.
Though he was a Nine-Star Supreme, unrivaled in strength among those present, he was no match for sheer numbers. If a fight truly broke out, even if he joined forces with the Netherworld's Prefect and their twenty-plus Heavenly Supremes, the best outcome would likely be mutual destruction.
Moreover, a battle involving over a hundred Supreme experts would likely reduce the Celestial Court to ruins.
Most crucially, after waiting so long for the Great Contention Era, dying here would be a tragic waste. Even if they somehow won, they’d be severely injured—how could they possibly compete for the Emperor’s Path then?
"What the hell do you want?!"
At this point, the Netherworld’s Prefect quickly interjected, "Gu Qingfeng, consider today our loss. We won’t pursue the matter of the treasure vaults any further. Let’s just drop this."
The Prefect was terrified. Gu Qingfeng’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to contend for the Emperor’s Path, but he was different—he was on the verge of breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor realm, poised to ascend as a Celestial Emperor. His future was bright, and if he died or suffered irreparable damage in this battle, all his prospects would be ruined.
Better to swallow his pride for now, compromise, and seek vengeance after becoming a Quasi-Emperor.
"Pursue?! You dare pursue me? Shameless old fools! Have you ever stopped to think why, out of all the treasure vaults in the world, I only robbed yours?
As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. If you two hadn’t pushed me too far, would I have retaliated?
Before pointing fingers, take a good look at yourselves!"
This logical and well-reasoned tirade made the Holy Lord and the Prefect feel as if they’d been force-fed dung, nearly driving them into a frenzy.
"Enough of your glib tongue! What do you actually want? If this escalates and alarms the Quasi-Emperors, you’re dead!"
Gu Qingfeng sneered. "Old dog, spare me the threats. How about I have my men focus solely on killing you while leaving the Celestial Court untouched?
Do you think the Quasi-Emperors would wake up just for you?"
The Holy Lord’s face darkened instantly, his anger choking him into silence.
"Hmph, when you’re in the wrong, apologize. Take your beating like a man. Stop yapping. From now on, you’ll listen to what I say. Dare to refuse, and I’ll end you—got it?"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect clenched their fists, their faces livid with suppressed fury.
"I’m a reasonable man. Since you two want to settle this peacefully, I’ll oblige. But compensation is non-negotiable."
At the word "compensation," the Netherworld’s Prefect couldn’t hold back.
"Compensation?! You’ve already looted our treasure vaults, and now you demand more? What else do we have left to give?
Wait—not just the vaults! You took my daughter too!"
"If you’re out of treasures, there’s always Emperor’s Scriptures. Both the Celestial Court and the Netherworld have produced Celestial Emperors, so you must have them—especially the Celestial Court, with two Emperors in its history. Hand over the Emperor’s Scriptures, and we’re done. Otherwise... heh." Gu Qingfeng’s smile turned icy.
"Emperor’s Scriptures?!" The Holy Lord and the Prefect erupted in fury.
The Emperor’s Scriptures were the foundation of their sacred realms—how could they possibly hand them over?
"You’re out of your mind, Gu Qingfeng! Don’t push us too far! If you insist on this, I swear I’ll fight to the death, even if it means mutual destruction!
Don’t forget—the Celestial Court doesn’t just have Quasi-Emperors. We have Emperor’s Weapons!
Even with your numbers, if I unleash an Emperor’s Weapon, you might not walk away unscathed!"
"Keh keh keh... Emperor’s Weapons? As if I don’t have one." Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly before pulling out the Demon Emperor’s Sword, over a meter long.
A faint imperial aura instantly enveloped the area, sending shockwaves through the crowd.
"That’s... the Demon Emperor’s Sword! But it’s corrupted! How can you wield it?!" the Holy Lord exclaimed in horror.
Now truly cornered, the Holy Lord still stubbornly insisted, "The Emperor’s Scriptures are out of the question! Name another demand!"
Gu Qingfeng would never agree. Though he already cultivated an Emperor’s Scripture, others could still provide immense benefits.
Cross-referencing different paths of the Celestial Emperors would deepen his understanding, enhancing both his cultivation and foundational prowess.
Most importantly, Emperor’s Scriptures could accelerate the evolution of his Chaos Embryo.
The Chaos Embryo fused with other physiques by assimilating myriad Daos. Since Emperor’s Scriptures contained the insights of Celestial Emperors, mastering one would be no less valuable than devouring an immortal physique.
With such gains at stake, Gu Qingfeng wouldn’t back down.
"Am I bargaining with you? This isn’t a request—it’s an order! Hand over the Emperor’s Scriptures now, or I’ll rip your heads off!"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect exchanged grim glances before communicating secretly.
"Brother, perhaps we should just give him the Scriptures. I’m not afraid of him, but if we’re injured now, our chances at the Emperor’s Path will be ruined."
"Easy for you to say! Your Netherworld only has one Emperor’s Scripture. The Celestial Court has two!"
"How can you say that? I’m losing a daughter too!
Besides, we don’t have to give the real ones. We can modify them—keep most of the content intact but alter key parts. Emperor’s Scriptures are profound; even Quasi-Emperors can’t fully grasp them.
With just a few false twists, this brat won’t notice. He might even cripple himself cultivating it, saving us the trouble.
And if he survives, we’ll deal with him after becoming Quasi-Emperors. Why rush now?"
The Holy Lord’s eyes flickered before he finally relented, agreeing to the Prefect’s scheme.
"Fine. But once you have the Scriptures, leave immediately. Otherwise, I swear I’ll fight you to the death!"
Feigning humiliation, the Holy Lord produced a jade slip and imprinted two Emperor’s Scriptures into it using his divine sense before handing it over.
The Prefect did the same.
Gu Qingfeng eyed the three Scriptures but didn’t take them. Instead, he asked calmly,
"Are these genuine?"
"Hmph! A man of my stature doesn’t resort to petty tricks," the Holy Lord snapped.
The Prefect added, "You can verify their authenticity yourself."
Gu Qingfeng’s gaze remained fixed on them as he repeated, "I asked—are these genuine?"
The Holy Lord and the Prefect’s expressions darkened.
"Gu Qingfeng, are you trying to pick a fight? Do you want them or not?"
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng’s handsome face twisted into a vicious grin as he stared them down.
"You two old dogs—do you not understand human speech?
"All you need to tell this Holy Lord is whether this scripture is genuine or not! Just say 'yes' or 'no'—spare me the useless nonsense."
The two had no choice but to yield under pressure, their faces twisting in discomfort as they replied, "It's genuine."
"Keh keh keh..." Gu Qingfeng let out a sinister chuckle. "And what if it turns out to be fake?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
+【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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
