Where Is My Carefree Son

"Keh keh keh... You think you're the only ones with people?" Gu Qingfeng sneered coldly before shouting loudly.

"My son, Wuyou, where are you?!"

Within the palm-held world, atop Mount Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou was desperately cultivating, fueled by his burning hatred. He hadn’t stopped for even a moment, driven solely by his desire to kill his adoptive father as soon as possible.

Perhaps it was this intense conviction that allowed his cultivation progress to skyrocket. Originally at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm, his unwavering determination, combined with his Demonic Infant physique, enabled him to brush against the threshold of the Profound Immortal realm in just a few short days.

For ordinary immortals, this was simply unimaginable.

Immortal cultivation typically spanned centuries, even millennia. Secluded cultivation for tens of thousands of years was not uncommon.

A hundred years was a mortal’s lifetime, but for an immortal, it was merely a nap.

Breaking through realms usually took tens of thousands of years. Yet, Ye Wuyou had touched the Profound Immortal threshold in mere days—his talent and willpower were undeniably monstrous, truly befitting a future Immortal King.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou was fully immersed in his cultivation, striving to break through to the Profound Immortal realm in one go. But suddenly—

"My son, Wuyou, where are you?!"

Gu Qingfeng’s thunderous roar echoed across Mount Wuyou, loud enough to rival the heavens.

The shock nearly caused Ye Wuyou to suffer a qi deviation.

Immediately after, an overwhelming force of expulsion wrapped around him, and in the next instant, he was hurled out of the palm-held world.

Outside.

The void rippled.

A tiny figure, barely a foot tall, made a dazzling appearance, standing before an army of tens of thousands.

"Father! Your son is here!" Ye Wuyou hurriedly responded.

Then, he gaped at the sight before him—an army of thousands, dozens of Celestial Immortals, and finally, his gaze locked onto the white-robed elder. His pupils shrank instantly.

A Celestial Official?!

What the hell is going on?!

How did Gu Qingfeng provoke a Celestial Official? And why drag me into this?!

Even as a Demonic Infant, peerless in talent and unrivaled in arrogance, Ye Wuyou wouldn’t dare provoke the Starveil Immortal Dynasty. After all, he only had the potential to become an Immortal King—while the Starveil Immortal Dynasty already had one.

"My son Wuyou, didn’t you swear to brave fire and water for your father? Now, I’m giving you that chance. See that white-robed old bastard over there? He just insulted your dear father. Go fetch his head—I need a new chamber pot."

Ye Wuyou glanced at the Celestial Official’s forces, his lips twitching uncontrollably. This is basically sending me to my death!

"Father, this battle—"

"Silence! Not another word. If my son dares refuse, I’ll slaughter you myself!"

A chill ran down Ye Wuyou’s spine. Meeting Gu Qingfeng’s dangerous glare, he had no choice but to steel himself.

"Victory is assured! Kill!"

With a furious roar, Ye Wuyou charged straight into the army of thousands.

The Celestial Official and his forces were stunned—then burst into laughter.

They had expected Gu Qingfeng to summon reinforcements, but instead, he called out a tiny, prepubescent runt.

Even if this runt was a Celestial Immortal, so what?

Could one Celestial Immortal defeat dozens of his peers and an army of thousands?

A green-robed Daoist, wielding an immortal sword, chuckled. "Lord Celestial Official, allow me to handle this brat. No need to tarnish our reputation by ganging up on a child."

The Mid-Tier Celestial Official also dismissed Ye Wuyou with contempt. Unaware that this was Ye Wuyou in a rejuvenated form, he assumed the boy was just a defective Celestial Immortal.

After all, the Eternal True World was boundless—with such vastness came all manner of oddities. Poisons, curses, and injuries could leave even immortals permanently stunted.

"Go ahead," the Celestial Official ordered.

"As you command." The green-robed Daoist bowed gracefully before stepping forward.

He faced Ye Wuyou with lofty disdain, his sword still sheathed.

"Little brat, have you even been weaned yet—"

BOOM!

A violent surge of bloody light erupted from Ye Wuyou’s body as he transformed into a crimson torrent, blitzing past the Daoist in a flash.

The Daoist’s words died in his throat. His eyes bulged, his face twisted in agony, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Trembling, he looked down—only to see a gaping hole where his heart should be. Through it, he could even glimpse Ye Wuyou standing behind him.

The boy now resembled a demonic imp, his innocent face splattered with blood, his chubby little hand clutching a still-beating crimson heart.

Ye Wuyou took a bite, draining the heart’s essence in an instant, his lips staining a vivid red.

THUD.

The Daoist’s corpse collapsed, plummeting from the sky.

Silence.

Every immortal present was stunned. No one had expected this tiny runt to instantly annihilate a fellow Celestial Immortal.

At higher realms, overwhelming victories were rare. Battles between Celestial Immortals could last days, even years. Even if one was stronger, defeating an opponent was one thing—killing them was far harder.

Yet Ye Wuyou could annihilate them instantly—such power was nothing short of terrifying.

In truth, this was largely due to his Demonic Infant physique. The True Devil Energy within him was utterly bizarre; the moment it pierced through the green-robed Daoist, it corroded the man’s body and devoured his life force entirely.

Suddenly, a maniacal laugh echoed across the battlefield.

"Kekeke... My son Wuyou possesses the bearing of an Immortal King!"

The mid-ranking celestial official snapped back to his senses and roared, "How dare you speak of an Immortal King? Kill them all!"

This time, he directly ordered a full assault.

Dozens of Celestial Immortals and tens of thousands of soldiers erupted with radiant immortal light, their momentum overwhelming, like a cascade of falling stars.

A torrent of immortal arts and divine abilities engulfed Ye Wuyou.

In an instant, he was plunged into peril.

But Gu Qingfeng made no move to save him, intending instead to temper him for a while. True powerhouses were forged through trials of blood and fire, not secluded meditation.

Even if Ye Wuyou truly had the potential to become an Immortal King, he would never achieve it by holing up in isolation. Battle was the finest cultivation.

And then—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Wuyou was swallowed by an endless barrage of divine techniques and immortal treasures, his small frame blasted apart countless times.

Terror gripped him. Were it not for his mastery of the Great Void Evasion Technique, allowing him to dodge and weave through the onslaught, he would have perished on the spot.

Seizing a fleeting opening, he desperately cried out to Gu Qingfeng, "Father, save me!"

Gu Qingfeng glanced at his disappointing foster son and sighed helplessly. "My son Wuyou, if you call for help at the slightest setback, how will you ever grow?"

Ye Wuyou nearly cursed aloud. The slightest setback?!

Dozens of Celestial Immortals and tens of thousands of immortal soldiers—even a Profound Immortal would die facing this! And you call it a slight setback?!

But he dared not say it aloud, fearing Gu Qingfeng’s wrath would cost him his life.

"This useless child begs for Father’s mercy!"

"Fine, fine, you ungrateful brat."

"Grasp of the Netherworld!"

With Gu Qingfeng’s low chant, the Gates of the Netherworld reappeared, their sinister aura suffusing the battlefield and freezing the immortals’ assault mid-motion.

In the next instant, countless ghastly hands reached out from within, and the heavens echoed with the wails of immortals.

One by one, they were dragged into the abyss.

In mere moments, the tens of thousands of immortal soldiers vanished, leaving only the dozens of Celestial Immortals behind.

Gu Qingfeng yawned lazily. "My son Wuyou, are these enemies manageable now?"

Ye Wuyou stared at the remaining Celestial Immortals, his lips twitching. "Father... not quite."