In the imperial palace.
Gu Ruochen began hosting a banquet for Gu Qingfeng.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, those several Immortal Kings have their eyes fixed on you covetously. It's only because their true bodies are currently at the Immortal Fall Battlefield that they haven't taken action yet. However, once their true bodies return in the future, you must be very careful.
It would be best if you stayed within my Seven Stars Ancient Kingdom during this time. I, the Emperor, can still help provide some cover for you."
"What is this Immortal Fall Battlefield?" Gu Qingfeng's heart stirred, feeling an impulse akin to searching for family from afar.
"Fellow Daoist Gu should know that the region we are in is called the Fallen Star Abyss, right?"
Gu Qingfeng nodded, indicating he knew.
"The Fallen Star Abyss is divided into nine major Star Ruins. The one we are in is the Sixth Star Ruin. The nine Star Ruins have a convergence point deep in the starry sky, and that convergence point is the Immortal Fall Battlefield.
'Immortal Fall' means the place where immortals perish, which shows how dangerous it is. At the Immortal Fall Battlefield, one will clash with powerful experts from the various Star Ruins, competing for the opportunities within."
"How far is the specific location of the Immortal Fall Battlefield from here?"
"Calculating based on the travel speed of an Immortal King, excluding natural and man-made disasters encountered along the way, one year is sufficient."
"One year!?" Gu Qingfeng's eyes widened. And that was calculated based on an Immortal King's speed. Based on his own current strength, he definitely couldn't make it in a year.
Moreover, what if he went and that damn Chongming Immortal King came back? Wouldn't that be awkward?
"How about you take this Emperor to the Immortal Fall Battlefield?" Gu Qingfeng asked.
Gu Ruochen looked somewhat troubled. "Fellow Daoist Gu, as an Immortal King, I will certainly go to test my mettle at the Immortal Fall Battlefield, but not now. Because I, the Emperor, currently don't have a suitable weapon at hand. I need to forge a new Immortal King weapon, so..."
"Where is your weapon?" Gu Qingfeng asked in surprise.
Gu Ruochen: "..."
He pointed at the Qiankun Ring on Gu Qingfeng's finger. Everything was left unsaid.
"Oh... Old Gu, this wine of yours is quite good. What's it called?"
"Oh, haha... This wine is called 'Immortal Brew.' I'll give you ten catties later..."
In the end, Gu Qingfeng dismissed the thought of going to the Immortal Fall Battlefield, deciding to wait for Chongming Immortal King to come find him instead.
The most urgent matter at hand was still to first save the dying Star Extreme Immortal King. One must not forget one's roots.
Without the Star Extreme Immortal King, there would be no Heavenly Demon Realm. Without the Heavenly Demon Realm, how could he have come to the Eternal True World?
Star Extreme Immortal King is such a good family member!
To save the Star Extreme Immortal King, he needed to use Star Tears, which meant going to the Soaring Immortal Forbidden Zone.
From Gu Ruochen, Gu Qingfeng learned that there were still over half a month until the Seven Stars Dharma Assembly officially began. Right now was mainly the trading phase.
All kinds of immortals had gathered, making it a rare grand occasion. Where there are people, there are naturally needs, which in turn gives rise to various forms of street vendor economies, auctions, and the like.
After half a month, the Seven Stars Dharma Assembly would officially begin, with competitions to decide the top hundred, who would then be allowed to enter the Soaring Immortal Forbidden Zone to seek the immortal fate for breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
Learning that there were still half a month left, Gu Qingfeng did not go out shopping, because he was currently wealthy and lacked nothing.
He returned to his residence and began cultivating.
Back when he had no cultivation realm, he didn't need to cultivate. Now that he had a realm, he needed to cultivate. What was the point of this?
Jokes aside, don't make light of cultivation.
Gu Qingfeng deeply understood that the reason he could reach his current heights was inextricably linked to his steady, step-by-step cultivation.
When he first entered the Eternal True World, circumstances didn't permit cultivation. The itch to cultivate had long been pent up inside him.
Now that he could cultivate, naturally he had to cultivate fiercely for half an hour to satisfy the craving thoroughly.
Thus, he began cultivating, mobilizing the immeasurable tens of trillions of years' worth of magic power within his body, which surged through his meridians like a bursting dam.
A short while later, Gu Qingfeng was surprised to find that he seemed to already be at the peak of the Loose Immortal realm and could begin condensing a True Immortal body.
After all, cultivation for a Loose Immortal involves refining magic power, and after accumulating enough, one can condense a True Immortal body to advance to the True Immortal realm.
And he simply didn't need to accumulate magic power anymore. Even an Immortal King might not have as much as he did.
"Then let's condense the True Immortal body."
With that, Gu Qingfeng immersed himself in self-forgetful cultivation. Trickles of magic power flowed towards his limbs, bones, and entire body, aligning with the Great Dao to condense a True Immortal form.
Half an hour later, the cultivation session was complete.
He looked at the middle finger of his right hand. That fingernail was gleaming brightly.
This was the result of his half-hour effort: successfully transforming one fingernail into part of his True Immortal body.
This efficiency made him frown slightly. "This Emperor possesses trillions of years of magic power, yet condensing a True Immortal body is this slow?"
A moment later, he understood. It must be because he cultivated the Feathering Immortal Art, constantly feathering his physical body, making it too strong, which led to the slow cultivation progress.
Just as he was about to take a short rest, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Gu Qingfeng frowned. Wasn't this disturbing this Emperor's cultivation!?
Bang!
The door was opened.
Before his eyes stood a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a green lotus-patterned skirt with sleeves reaching seven-tenths of her arms, revealing fair, delicate limbs like lotus roots. She wore white embroidered shoes, and a small, delicate golden anklet adorned her slender, pale ankle.
The girl stood there delicately, her large, clear eyes—dark as night and bright as day—gazing at Gu Qingfeng with a hint of nervousness.
The only flaw in her perfection was the utterly flat plain across her chest.
"Gu..." the girl began, then hesitated.
Unexpectedly, Gu Qingfeng exclaimed in shock, "Who are you? Why are you turning your back to this Emperor?"
Gu Ling'er was taken aback. "I'm Gu Ling'er. I'm not turning my back..."
When Gu Ling'er looked down, she froze for a moment. Then, a wave of towering fury erupted from her petite frame.
"Gu Qingfeng! You scoundrel! My Imperial Father, worried you were unfamiliar with this place, even sent me, this princess, to be your guide, and you dare insult me like this!
Hmph! I'm ignoring you!"
Gu Ling'er stamped her foot in anger, the golden anklet on her fair, slender ankle jingling incessantly with a ding-ding sound.
After stamping her foot, she turned and walked away without a backward glance.
Gu Qingfeng yawned, remaining right where he was, motionless. He casually poured himself another cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.
Thump, thump, thump!
Footsteps, forcefully stomped, sounded from outside the door. Then, a jade-green, graceful figure entered the room—it was Gu Ling'er, who had left only to return.
"Why didn't you try to stop me?" Gu Ling'er demanded, pouting angrily.
"Why should this Emperor stop you?"
"Don't you have any manners at all? You were the one who provoked me first, and after provoking me, you don't even try to make amends. What kind of man are you?!"
"Is this how you speak to your father's savior? This Emperor is on equal footing with your father and also his life-saving benefactor. By reason and by courtesy, you should address me as Uncle. Go on, say it."
Gu Ling'er gave a delicate snort. "This princess will do no such thing. You..."
Bang!
The sound of the door slamming shut cut off Gu Ling'er's words.
The previously haughty Gu Ling'er instantly recalled the scene from last time and couldn't help but feel flustered.
"You... you... what are you going to do?"
"Heh heh heh... Will you say it or not?" Gu Qingfeng asked with a sinister laugh.
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