Wan'er, I Am Your Master

"Grip of the Netherworld!"

A sinister and terrifying demonic voice erupted from Gu Qingfeng's lips.

An aura of extreme foreboding instantly filled the air, the pressure dropping so low it became hard to breathe.

Then, a ghastly gate to the underworld materialized in the void, its doors swinging open with a thunderous boom. Countless monstrous ghostly hands, bound by chains, reached out from within, as if the demons of hell were clawing for the souls of the living.

Screams erupted immediately. Those who had tried to flee—including Fa Xu—were all seized by the spectral hands and dragged into the Netherworld Gate, reduced to nothing but nourishment for Gu Qingfeng.

Feeling the surging power within him, Gu Qingfeng couldn't help but smirk. He was certain that as long as he persevered, his ten trillion years of cultivation would one day grow to a hundred trillion, a million trillion... even beyond!

Then, his gaze fell upon the three women, and his grin widened. "A sister, a disciple, and a master—what an interesting combination."

"Master!" Shangguan Wan'er threw herself into Gu Qingfeng's arms, her face full of concern. "Are you alright? Were you hurt? It pains me that I’m too weak to be of any help to you."

Her voice trembled with sorrow, and soon she buried her face in his chest, weeping in self-reproach.

Fairy Miaohua and Shangguan Qing could only stare in shock.

"Wan'er, what did you just call him?"

"Master, of course," Shangguan Wan'er replied without hesitation, as if it were a point of pride rather than shame.

Having witnessed Gu Qingfeng’s overwhelming strength—slaying Earth Immortals as easily as butchering chickens—she knew that even in the middle realms, he was an unstoppable force. And with his status as a clansman of the Star Extreme Immortal King, being his "flute slave" wasn’t such a bad deal.

So she had abandoned any thought of betrayal and instead played the role of the devoted servant.

Fairy Miaohua finally understood why Gu Qingfeng had spared Shangguan Wan'er after defeating her projection—she had submitted to him.

Gu Qingfeng watched Shangguan Wan'er’s theatrics with amusement.

But then, Shangguan Qing spoke up sharply. "Wan'er! You are a princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! How could you debase yourself as someone else’s slave?"

Before Shangguan Wan'er could retort, Gu Qingfeng turned to the stunningly beautiful Shangguan Qing with a wicked smile. "Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll be my slave too."

"Oh, and you—Fairy Miaohua, who loves the color red."

Both women paled instantly.

Having witnessed Gu Qingfeng’s terrifying power, despair gripped their hearts.

Swish!

Shangguan Qing gritted her teeth and drew an immortal sword, pressing it against her own neck. "If you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll—"

Bang!

Before she could finish, Gu Qingfeng flicked his finger, and a dazzling beam of demonic light shattered the sword in her hand.

Shangguan Qing froze.

When the gap in strength was this vast, the weak didn’t even have the right to decide their own fate.

She thought of severing her own meridians, but then—

Clang! Clang!

The sound of rattling chains echoed through the air.

"Ah!"

She gasped as something coiled tightly around her body, squeezing so hard it forced a cry of pain from her lips.

Looking down, she saw black chains binding her. Panicked, she struggled, only to find her spiritual energy trapped as if in quicksand—completely unusable.

"Let me go! Release me!" Shangguan Qing was terrified. Without her cultivation, she was utterly helpless—unable even to kill herself.

An immortal’s body was incredibly resilient; without spiritual energy, suicide was impossible.

Heh heh heh... Gu Qingfeng licked his lips with a sinister grin. "Now you’re truly in my grasp, to be molded as I please."

"Stay away! If you touch me, my father will never let you live!" Shangguan Qing threatened, her face deathly pale.

Swish!

Gu Qingfeng raised his palm, and a sinister purple flame flickered to life—the Star Extreme Demonic Flame.

At the sight of it, both Shangguan Qing and Fairy Miaohua gasped.

"The Star Extreme Demonic Flame?! You—what is your connection to the Star Extreme Immortal King?"

"The Star Extreme Immortal King is my kin. So you should know exactly who I am."

Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng pinched Shangguan Qing’s delicate chin and whispered in her ear, "You must understand—with my status and power, replacing your father as emperor is but a word. Even wiping out the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty would be effortless."

His voice dripped with malice. "So... you wouldn’t want your father to lose his throne, would you... Princess Qing?"

Shangguan Qing’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

Just then, Shangguan Wan'er suddenly shouted, "Where do you think you're going?!"

Gu Qingfeng turned to see Fairy Miaohua attempting to flee—only to be intercepted by her own disciple, Shangguan Wan'er.

Fairy Miaohua panicked, lashing out to push her away, but the poison from Ghost Hidden’s earlier attack had already seeped deep into her bones. Weakened from battle, she couldn’t even muster a fraction of her strength and was easily held back by her own student.

"Wan'er, I am your master!"

"Master, just accept it. Serving by our master’s side is a blessing many women would kill for. I’m doing this for your own good," Shangguan Wan'er said, speaking as if from experience.

Clang! Clang!

More chains wrapped around Fairy Miaohua, binding her tightly.

The usually composed fairy lost all composure. "Don’t you dare defile me! If you ruin my purity, I swear I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"Same here!" Shangguan Qing chimed in.

Heh heh heh... Gu Qingfeng burst into maniacal laughter. "You two really think too highly of yourselves. Being my slaves is already an honor beyond your worth, yet you dare dream of greater blessings?"

Fairy Miaohua and Shangguan Qing were stunned.

"Wan'er, come here. You’ve performed well today—I’ll reward you handsomely."

"Thank you, Master!" Shangguan Wan'er swayed her slender waist as she approached, shooting the two women a smug, disdainful glance as she passed.

Fairy Miaohua and Shangguan Qing felt their minds go blank.

They... were being looked down on?!

For this kind of thing, they had to wait their turn?!

......

A day later.

Inside the Palm World, Shangguan Wan'er and the others were undergoing training under Little Corpse Charm, learning how to be proper maids.

Meanwhile, Gu Qingfeng took stock of his gains.

First was the Eternal Night Lamp Technique. A quick skim confirmed its profound nature—it could refine spiritual energy by burning away impurities, greatly enhancing its purity.

From Fa Xu and Ghost Hidden, he had also looted plenty of treasures: Buddhist prayer beads, the Nethergod Spear, a pitch-black dagger, and assorted immortal jades and pills—though these were of little consequence for now.

What particularly caught his attention were two immortal techniques. One was the Indestructible Vajra Body, which Fa Xu had previously demonstrated—a transformation into an Eight-Armed Immovable King, drastically enhancing physical strength.

The other was Ghost Hidden's elusive movement technique, known as the Minor Void Escape, a closely guarded secret of Mount Wuyou. This method allowed one to vanish into the void, making it nearly undetectable.

Both techniques were formidable, offering significant advantages in combat.