A Loving Father and a Dutiful Son

Gu Qingfeng's gentle words echoed in Immortal Empress Xihe's ears.

That soft voice sounded like the low murmuring of a devil.

Immortal Empress Xihe forgot to cry. She stared blankly, looking at Gu Qingfeng in disbelief. Suddenly!

She screamed as if she had completely broken down: "You devil! You are an unpardonable devil! You will die a horrible death!"

"Jie jie jie... You are right. This Emperor *is* a demon! If Heaven does not birth me, Gu Qingfeng, the Demonic Dao remains as eternal as a long night!!"

Helplessness and despair surged into Immortal Empress Xihe's heart. After a moment of struggle, she made up her mind.

"Don't you want me? I agree! I agree to everything, just let my clansmen go!"

As she said these words, Immortal Empress Xihe's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Jie jie jie... You said it yourself. This Emperor never forces others. Since you are willing, This Emperor cannot refuse your kindness."

Gu Qingfeng laughed wildly as he pulled Immortal Empress Xihe up from the ground and held her in his arms.

Immortal Empress Xihe was like a wooden puppet, dazed, seemingly forgetting to struggle, as if she had accepted her fate.

Boom!

The gates of the Underworld closed, and the billions of hideous ghost hands dissipated, leaving behind only the devastated land and the wailing Chongming Clan.

In truth, Gu Qingfeng never planned to exterminate the Chongming Clan. He could distinguish the difference between one full meal and a lifetime of full meals. Only a fool would kill the goose that lays the golden eggs or drain the pond to catch the fish.

The aptitude of the Chongming Immortal Clan was quite good; they belonged to a high-grade race. As long as they were cultivated with care in the future, they would naturally yield a steady stream of "family members."

"Alright, stop crying." Gu Qingfeng wiped away Immortal Empress Xihe's tears with his mouth and comforted her, "Your Chongming Immortal Clan has dominated the Sixth Star Ruins for eons. The number of factions you've slaughtered is unknown, and the killing sins you've committed are countless. Logically, you should be used to slaughter. Why are you so maladjusted when it happens to you?

"To be a demon, you cannot hold others to high standards while holding yourself to low standards. That's called a double standard, understand?"

Immortal Empress Xihe did not reply, resembling a puppet that had lost its soul.

Gu Qingfeng frowned. "This Emperor hates women with long faces the most. Smile for This Emperor."

Immortal Empress Xihe acted as if she hadn't heard him.

Boom!

A terrifying black hole condensed in Gu Qingfeng's hand, twisting the surrounding space and light.

A horrific suction force erupted, and the screaming Chongming clansmen nearby were sucked into the air.

Immortal Empress Xihe finally reacted. She hurriedly stopped Gu Qingfeng's movements, crying out in panic, "Don't! I'll smile! I'll smile!"

On that exquisitely beautiful face, a smile was squeezed out. Her rosy lips hooked upward stiffly, which, paired with her red-rimmed eyes, made it impossible to tell if she was crying or laughing.

But a beauty is a beauty. One had to admit that this pitiful, tear-stained posture of forced happiness possessed a breathtaking beauty of its own, perhaps even adding a unique aesthetic appeal.

It gave Gu Qingfeng immense satisfaction.

Just as men often feel the urge to playfully punch a girl who is too cute until she cries, when Gu Qingfeng saw these high-and-mighty fairies, he always wanted to knock them down to the mortal realm, drag them into the mire, and watch them become covered in mud and disheveled.

At this moment, Gu Qingfeng suddenly remembered that in the modern world, an expert once taught the best way to exercise one's fingers: playing with walnuts or beads. But if conditions were limited, there was a lower-cost method: squeezing a balloon.

Fill a balloon with water so that it is large and round, but not too full. When you squeeze it with your hand, it is soft and has a bit of bounce. As your fingers move, the balloon sways with them. If you apply a little force, you can even feel your fingers sinking in, with the balloon's surface bulging slightly between your fingers.

Just as Gu Qingfeng was immersing himself in the "balloon," a voice suddenly came from afar.

"Foster Father! Foster Father! Your child, Gu Wuyou, has not failed his mission! Before the Chongming Immortal Clan was destroyed, I packaged up all their treasures and have come specifically to present them to Foster Father."

A small figure was seen bounding over. His chubby little face was filled with an innocent and naive smile, and he held a Universe Ring high in his hand.

The newcomer was none other than Gu Wuyou.

Originally, seeing things going south, Gu Wuyou had quietly retreated behind the crowd. When Gu Qingfeng's advantage grew overwhelming, he decided to make a run for it.

But running away required travel expenses. He was just a small child; where would he get money? He could only take it from home.

By the time he had gathered enough, he saw Gu Qingfeng catching the Star Abyss with his bare hands and sealing off the entire Chongming Immortal Clan.

Seeing this situation, Gu Wuyou searched for treasures like a madman—only this time, it wasn't for himself, but for his Foster Father.

He had been by his Foster Father's side for a long time and knew deeply what his Foster Father liked. To save his own life, he had no other choice.

After all, how had Gu Wuyou survived until now?

He relied on steering with the wind, being flexible enough to submit or stand tall, and acknowledging a thief as his father.

Thud!

Gu Wuyou knelt at Gu Qingfeng's feet, his two short, chubby arms holding the Universe Ring above his head.

"Foster Father! Your child missed you so much! You don't know, but your child was kidnapped by the Chongming Immortal Clan. They abused me and forced me to acknowledge a thief as my father. But in Wuyou's heart, there is only one Foster Father, and that is you! A Foster Father for a day, a Foster Father for life!

"Please don't blame me for what I said about you before. Actually, I was just acting for the Chongming Immortal Clan to see, to make them lower their guard against me. That is how I had the chance to loot all the treasures while you were fighting."

"Oh? Acting? Then you acted quite well," Gu Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

Gu Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained, "Foster Father, Wuyou swears to Heaven, every word I say is the absolute truth. The reason I acted was that I feared they would see the deep bond between us father and son—your paternal kindness and my filial piety. If they used your child's life to threaten you, what would we do then?

"My death is not worth pitying, but if Foster Father were to be injured because of me, Wuyou would not be able to redeem himself even with ten thousand deaths!"

Gu Wuyou's speech was touching, emotional, and tear-jerking.

It even left Immortal Empress Xihe, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

"Wuyou, you..."

"Shut up! You bitch! Is 'Wuyou' something you can call me? In this world, only Foster Father can call me that!" Gu Wuyou sneered.

"All these days, I compromised and survived in the cracks just to numb you, you bitch, waiting for Foster Father to come and save me."

"You..." Immortal Empress Xihe couldn't say a single word. Looking at Gu Wuyou, whose face was full of disgust, and recalling the filial, sensible child from before, she felt as if they were two completely different people.

"Mm, not bad. My son is thoughtful." Gu Qingfeng took the Universe Ring and casually patted Gu Wuyou's head as encouragement.

Gu Wuyou was instantly overjoyed and bowed hurriedly. "I am unworthy of Foster Father's praise. To be able to share Foster Father's burdens is Wuyou's greatest honor."