Nothing but a Bunch of Turkeys and Dogs

"What a trio of beauties! It just so happens this official hasn't taken a concubine in three years—you three will perfectly fill that gap," the Immortal Official leered.

His tone dripped with entitlement, as if no one else's feelings or circumstances warranted consideration.

What did their backgrounds matter? None could compare to his.

Because in this border realm, the Immortal Official was the law!

Even if he was just a minor figure in the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty, a mere Loose Immortal, once he descended to the lower realms, even the mightiest factions had to bow and scrape before him!

This was why, after countless years of such unchecked power, the Immortal Official had grown utterly lawless and unrestrained.

And why not? He had every right to be. Backed by the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty, he could tyrannize the lower realms as he pleased.

"Honorable Immortal Official, those two are my younger sisters, and the eldest is their master. If you spare my life, I’ll gladly offer them to you," the Second Prince fawned, still hopping on one leg.

The Immortal Official narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Good. Your life is under my—"

BOOM!

A streak of demonic light flashed past the Immortal Official’s face and struck the Second Prince’s body.

The Second Prince froze, his face twisted in terror, his eyes pleading for life. His hand reached out toward the Immortal Official—but before it could fully extend, his entire body crumbled into dust.

The Immortal Official jolted in shock, his lecherous grin stiffening into a grotesque mask.

The kneeling bystanders gasped in horror, trembling as if witnessing the unthinkable.

"We’re doomed! The Immortal Official will rage, and we’ll all suffer for it!"

One terrified onlooker scrambled to his feet and bolted.

But the moment he moved, a soldier from the Immortal Official’s retinue struck—a radiant beam of immortal light piercing the fleeing man through.

Snapping back to his senses, the Immortal Official turned a venomous glare toward Gu Qingfeng and roared, "You damned wretch! How dare you kill someone under my protection?! I’ll make sure you—"

Before he could finish, a mocking laugh cut him off.

"So this pig is an Immortal Official? And just a Loose Immortal at that? Have my family’s subordinates really fallen so low as to employ swine?"

Gu Qingfeng’s words dripped with disdain, his gaze arrogant and unyielding. His aura radiated absolute defiance, as if the Immortal Official and his army of celestial soldiers were nothing but insects.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU FILTHY MORTAL?! HOW DARE YOU?!" The Immortal Official’s face contorted with fury.

Gu Qingfeng’s taunt had struck a nerve.

His poor cultivation talent, laziness, and reliance on elixirs had left his body bloated with pill toxins, earning him ridicule even in the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty. His own father despised him, which was why he’d been exiled to this border post.

Down here, he was untouchable—but in the celestial court, he was nothing but a lowly dispatched official, the kind assigned only to those with no future.

Cultivating at the source was incomparable to languishing in the lower realms.

He might reign supreme here, but his path to greater power was sealed—hence why he remained a mere Loose Immortal.

"KILL HIM! No—capture him alive! I’ll flay his soul, strip his flesh, and wring every drop of agony from his wretched body!"

"As you command, my lord!" the army’s general responded.

The soldiers surged forward like a tide, their formation tightening, their killing intent suffocating the air.

The onlookers trembled, their souls near shattering from the overwhelming pressure.

Only Gu Qingfeng remained unmoved, his towering figure standing firm, his eyes aloof and unimpressed.

As the enemy encircled him, he scoffed, "Though I’m eager to reunite with my family, that’s no excuse for a swine like you to bark at me. Fine. I’ll just find another messenger."

His words baffled the crowd, but none realized—they were the Immortal Official’s death sentence.

Gu Qingfeng had planned to use him to contact the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty. But since this fool insisted on courting death, he’d simply find another. After all, killing one of their own would surely draw more.

The Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty had ruled with tyranny for too long—they wouldn’t tolerate such an insult.

"Celestial Starfall Formation—ACTIVATE!"

The general’s bellow sent the soldiers into motion, their hands weaving seals to summon the power of the heavens. The stars above flickered violently, their light cascading down like meteors, bathing the soldiers in radiant energy.

The formation locked into place, its intricate patterns sealing Gu Qingfeng within an inescapable cage.

"ATTACK!"

BOOM!

The sky shattered. Stellar energy erupted like a volcanic plume, blotting out the sun.

The very stars seemed to tremble, their celestial bodies shifting unnaturally.

The bystanders could no longer contain their terror, scrambling back in panic.

The Celestial Starfall Formation was a legacy of the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty—its power was profound, its might undeniable. Even its initial activation alone was enough to shake the world.

Countless ancient stars materialized in the sky, their crushing weight descending upon Gu Qingfeng like the wrath of the cosmos.

It was a scene of apocalyptic judgment.

Yet Gu Qingfeng merely smirked at the falling stars.

"A flock of chickens and dogs."

Truthfully, this army wasn’t particularly strong. Aside from the general, a True Immortal, the rest were mere Loose Immants—and spoiled ones at that.

Accustomed to bullying the weak, they had grown lax, their combat skills dulled.

Everyone knew Immortal Officials relied on their backing, not their strength.

In the lower realms, few dared defy the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty. And even if they did, an army of Loose Immants—bolstered by numbers and formations—could crush even an Earth Immortal.

But today, they faced Gu Qingfeng—a man who saw the Star Extreme Immortal Dynasty as his own, the Star Extreme Immortal King as family… and whose power far surpassed theirs.

WHOOSH!

Gu Qingfeng’s figure soared into the air, his gaze contemptuous as he spread his arms.

"Grasp of the Netherworld."

His voice, deep and resonant, echoed like a demon’s whisper.

The void behind him twisted violently, as if something monstrous sought to tear through reality.

Then—RIIIP!

A colossal gate materialized, its presence oozing with dread, decay, and unspeakable malice.

The weaker cultivators caught in its aura screamed—their eyes bulging, veins bursting—before collapsing, lifeless.