Though inwardly delighted, Gu Qingfeng showed no trace of joy on his face, lest Yuwen Xiong grow arrogant.
"Kekeke... A mere speck of light dares compete with the brilliance of the full moon? A puny Golden Immortal at the peak realm—today, this Emperor will teach you the meaning of 'there is always someone greater beyond the heavens!'"
Demonic laughter rolled like thunder, echoing throughout the entire Seven Stars Immortal City.
Gu Qingfeng's body blazed with demonic flames as he spoke. At the same time, the Immortal King Divine Cauldron came crashing down to suppress him.
Yet, he merely extended a single finger—a jade-white finger shimmering with the essence of the Dao—to meet the cauldron's descent.
The immortals below were stunned.
"He's using just one finger to counter Yuwen Xiong's attack!"
"Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn’t dare be so reckless!"
Yuwen Xiong's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Enraged by such contempt, he poured even more power into his strike.
"Die!!"
BOOM—!
The Immortal King Divine Cauldron slammed down with devastating force—yet, bizarrely, it stopped halfway, unable to descend further.
A single finger now rested atop the cauldron.
Like an ant's antenna holding back an elephant's crushing foot, that finger halted the cauldron's momentum completely.
The entire Seven Stars Immortal City erupted in shock.
The scene was too staggering—how could a mere finger stop the Immortal King Divine Cauldron? Just who was this man?!
"Impossible! Are you a Great Luo Golden Immortal?!" Yuwen Xiong's face twisted in disbelief. He had unleashed his full strength, yet his attack was blocked by a single finger.
His body surged with immortal light, veins bulging as he strained with all his might—yet the cauldron refused to budge.
Was he forced to use his trump card already?
Yuwen Xiong's expression darkened. His trump card was meant for rival Immortal King successors, not to be recklessly exposed in public.
As he hesitated, murmurs from the crowd reached his ears.
"Seven Stars Immortal City truly hides dragons and crouching tigers—a random passerby can easily block Yuwen Xiong!"
"Who is this man? I’ve never heard of him before. To debut like this, he must be deliberately provoking Yuwen Xiong—clearly trying to rise to fame by stepping on him!"
Yuwen Xiong’s face twisted with fury. Proud as he was, how could he tolerate being someone else’s stepping stone? He immediately prepared to unleash his trump card.
His eyes suddenly glowed—twin pupils appeared within them, spinning wildly.
Gu Qingfeng noticed the change and grinned in delight.
He knew this move well!
Back when Divine Martial Marquis hunted him down, he had hidden deep within the starry river—yet the Marquis pierced through with this very technique, nearly adding another attribute to his demise.
What he failed to collect back then, Yuwen Xiong would repay today!
But just as Gu Qingfeng reveled in excitement—
A deep, aged voice suddenly echoed from the depths of the treasure ship:
"Xiong’er, your trump card is not for use here. Stand down."
"Uncle! I—!"
Yuwen Xiong’s face twisted with unwillingness.
Uncle?!
The moment Gu Qingfeng heard the word, his spirits soared. He immediately taunted, "Brat, scram and call your elders out!"
"You bastard! I’ll kill you!" Yuwen Xiong’s twin pupils flared with light.
But before he could act, a massive hand reached out from the treasure ship, seizing him and dragging him back.
"Uncle! Let me go! Let me go! I must kill him!"
No one paid him any heed.
Then, a white-haired elder abruptly appeared in the void, his murky eyes fixed on Gu Qingfeng.
"It’s Yuwen Bo, an elder of the Twin-Pupil Clan!"
"To think he’s acting as Yuwen Xiong’s guardian—this man is a renowned Great Luo Golden Immortal!"
"This shows just how much the Twin-Pupil Clan values Yuwen Xiong!"
Gasps arose from those who recognized Yuwen Bo.
Hearing this, Gu Qingfeng’s heart swelled with excitement.
A Great Luo Golden Immortal?
Today, this Emperor will ascend to Great Luo!
Suddenly, the white-haired Yuwen Bo spoke.
"You are... unusual."
His voice was hoarse and aged.
"I can sense the vast mana within you, as well as your formidable physique. Yet your realm is not that of an immortal. To think a mortal could rival a Golden Immortal—truly inconceivable."
"Barking like a dog?"
Gu Qingfeng sneered impatiently. He hated chatterboxes—he preferred those who acted.
The elder froze.
Never had he imagined a youth could be so disrespectful.
The entire Seven Stars Immortal City fell silent.
"D-did he just say Yuwen Bo was... barking like a dog?!"
"Am I hearing things? He openly insulted a Great Luo Golden Immortal?!"
"Is he an Immortal King? Who else in this world would dare humiliate a Great Luo Golden Immortal like this?!"
......
Within the palace of the Seven Stars Ancient Kingdom—
King Gu Ruochen and his court were equally stunned by Gu Qingfeng’s audacity.
Did this man have no fear of death?
At that moment, Gu Ling’er urgently pleaded, "Father, we must save him! He preserved the dignity of our kingdom—we cannot let him die!"
Before Gu Ruochen could respond, a prince stood and argued, "Father, we must not intervene! We didn’t send him—he acted on his own. Why should we risk ourselves for him?
"Moreover, he has already provoked the Twin-Pupil Clan. Our priority now is to distance ourselves, lest we incur their wrath!"
Gu Ling’er stared in disbelief. Was this her brother? To speak such ungrateful words about their benefactor!
Gu Ruochen hesitated.
Gu Ling’er angrily countered, "Father! Regardless of his motives, he did protect the kingdom’s honor. If we cower now, what will the world think of us? What will our people think?
"Earlier, it was a dispute among juniors—you couldn’t interfere. But now, they’ve broken the rules by sending a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Will you still stand by?
"Haven’t we suffered enough humiliation from these so-called Immortal King factions?!"
Gu Ruochen’s eyes flickered before hardening with resolve.
......
"Young man, do you know what you face?" Yuwen Bo asked calmly, his voice devoid of anger.
"Old fool, do you know what you face?" Gu Qingfeng grinned savagely.
"Young man, your uniqueness grants you power beyond a Golden Immortal. But without ascending to Great Luo, you remain an ant."
"Kekeke..." Gu Qingfeng threw his head back in laughter, then glared down at Yuwen Bo and declared, word by word:
"Old fool, today, this Emperor will teach you...
"Even after ascending to Great Luo—you’re still an ant!!"
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.”
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."
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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
