Gu Qingfeng decided to begin cultivating the Eternal Night Lamp Technique.
After this battle, he deeply felt the weakness of his own strength. Facing a mere Earth Immortal expert, he had been forced to use a tenth of his power just to defeat them. This left him deeply unsettled, and so, after much reflection, he resolved to train diligently.
Gu Qingfeng estimated that his current strength should be around the level of a Celestial Immortal, one tier above an Earth Immortal.
After all, Earth Immortals were clearly no match for him. As for where he stood among Celestial Immortals, that remained unknown—he had yet to encounter one.
He opened the Eternal Night Lamp Technique and began studying it carefully.
Three days later, he had fully comprehended its profound meaning.
This technique was both simple and difficult.
Simple because it was easy to cultivate—any ordinary immortal could master it.
But the difficulty lay in the fact that the Eternal Night Lamp Technique required igniting one’s magic power to purify impurities. Since it involved ignition, flames were necessary—not ordinary mortal flames, but immortal spirit flames.
Immortal spirit flames were extremely rare and precious, and the Eternal Night Lamp Technique demanded flames of exceptionally high quality.
To be precise, the higher the quality of the flame used to ignite one’s magic power, the stronger the refined magic power would become.
When Gu Qingfeng read this, he couldn’t help but laugh. No need to say more—thanks to his "family," thanks to the Star Extreme Immortal King. Today, he would curse for an extra hour, striving to reunite with his "family" sooner.
Once prepared, he summoned the Star Extreme Demonic Flame. A sinister purple fire blazed fiercely within his dantian.
Following the method of the Eternal Night Lamp Technique, he manipulated his magic power and the flames, igniting the former.
Boom!
A thunderous roar of flames seemed to echo from the void.
Gu Qingfeng’s magic power was set ablaze, burning like oil. Yet, after the combustion, it did not vanish—instead, it condensed into a more crystalline, compressed, and potent form.
Feeling the tempered magic power, he was astonished to discover that its quality had increased by at least a hundredfold.
A hundredfold improvement!!
Was this because the Eternal Night Lamp Technique was so powerful?
No! It was all thanks to his "family"!
The Star Extreme Demonic Flame, as expected of a flame from an Immortal King, was like a nuclear strike when used to refine the magic power of a Loose Immortal. It directly elevated its quality a hundred times over.
If Gu Qingfeng’s previous advantage had been his vast reserves of magic power—though its quality paled in comparison to True Immortals and Earth Immortals—now, things were entirely different. He had grown bigger and stronger, his magic power now thick and unyielding!
However, there was one happy problem: his trillion years’ worth of magic power was simply too immense. Add to that the countless True Immortals and Earth Immortals he had devoured, and even with the efficiency of the Star Extreme Demonic Flame, fully refining it all would likely take a year.
Bored, Gu Qingfeng took out the Prison Demon Sword, once wielded by the Child of Destiny, Chu Fengyang, and began studying it.
The Prison Demon Sword was entirely silver, its blade engraved with mysterious and intricate patterns. Whether judged by material or design, nothing about it gave any clues.
Strangely, even when he struck it with the Nethergod Spear—a top-tier Earth Immortal weapon—the sword remained unscathed.
This proved that the Prison Demon Sword’s grade was undoubtedly high. The only mystery was why its power remained dormant.
Perhaps all its strength was being used to seal the "family" inside.
Gu Qingfeng grew even more eager about the "family" within the Prison Demon Sword. He couldn’t wait to rescue them.
So, he extended his divine sense into the blade.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion seemed to detonate deep within his soul!
Thud!
Gu Qingfeng’s divine sense was forcefully expelled.
Damn it!
Unwilling to give up, he tried several more times, but without exception, he couldn’t penetrate the Prison Demon Sword’s interior, let alone see what was inside.
"Family, can you hear me? This Emperor has come to save you. If you can hear me, make a sound."
Gu Qingfeng called out to the Prison Demon Sword, but after a long silence, only the quiet air answered.
"Damn it, this Emperor refuses to believe he can’t handle a broken sword."
He took out various seal-breaking tools and artifacts capable of corrupting treasures, then recklessly hurled them at the Prison Demon Sword in an attempt to destroy its seals.
These items had been looted from the corpses of experts like Faxu and Guiyin, and now they finally had a use.
Yet, when the seal-breaking powders and corrupting filth landed on the Prison Demon Sword, the blade erupted with a dazzling immortal light, annihilating them all in an instant.
Gu Qingfeng was stunned. He never expected the Prison Demon Sword’s sealing power to be so formidable. The radiant immortal light it had unleashed contained an overwhelming, supreme force—one that even he found slightly unnerving.
If the seal was this strong, then the "family" inside must be beyond imagination.
His urgency grew, but he was at a loss. After much deliberation, he decided to summon Fairy Miaohua. As the strongest among his captives—an Earth Immortal—she surely knew many methods of breaking seals.
Soon, Fairy Miaohua, dressed lightly with whip marks visible on her fair skin, was brought before him by Little Corpse Charm.
"Miaohua, this Emperor has a question for you. If your answer satisfies me, today’s training will be canceled."
By now, Fairy Miaohua had long lost her former arrogance. Though Gu Qingfeng hadn’t personally tormented her, she had suffered enough under Little Corpse Charm’s hands to learn fear.
She couldn’t understand how a woman as beautiful as an immortal could harbor such a venomous heart, employing methods she had never even heard of.
What left the deepest impression was Little Corpse Charm transforming into her likeness and seductively posing before Gu Qingfeng, shattering her sense of shame with every passing second.
Thus, when Fairy Miaohua heard that today’s training would be skipped, she was overjoyed and focused intently on answering the question.
"What is it? Ask away."
Slap!
Fairy Miaohua cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.
Little Corpse Charm leaned down, pinching Fairy Miaohua’s delicate cheek with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Have you forgotten the manners I taught you? Or do you want double the training?"
Frightened, Fairy Miaohua scrambled up and bowed respectfully to Gu Qingfeng. "Master, please ask. This servant will answer truthfully."
Gu Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction. "This Emperor has a dear friend—family—sealed inside a sword by vile enemies. This sword is no ordinary object. Even with seal-breaking powders and demonic blood filth, I cannot break its seals. Do you know of any solutions?"
Fairy Miaohua thought for a moment and quickly replied, "Seal-breaking powders and corrupting filth are specialized tools, but they are ultimately not high-grade items. Against a powerful seal, it’s best to seek high-tier seal-breaking artifacts or techniques."
"Oh?" Gu Qingfeng’s eyes lit up. As expected of a mid-tier Earth Immortal—she was indeed knowledgeable.
"Where can I find such things?"
"The Middle Reaches of the Star River."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
