Half the Happiness

"My son, Wuyou."

"Foster Father, I am here!"

"I leave the management of these remaining Chongming clansmen to you. Do not let anything go wrong," Gu Qingfeng instructed indifferently.

Gu Wuyou hurriedly accepted the command, shouting loudly, "I will never let Foster Father down!"

With that said, Gu Qingfeng scooped Immortal Empress Xihe up into a princess carry and walked off into the distance.

The Chongming clansmen watched their Empress being carried away by the devil, their hearts filled with humiliation. They could already imagine the treatment Immortal Empress Xihe was about to endure.

After all, Immortal Empress Xihe was the number one beauty of the Chongming Immortal Clan. For such a beauty to fall into enemy hands... one could only wonder what sort of defilement awaited her.

Or rather, for a beauty of her caliber, no amount of violation would be surprising.

"You devil! Release Immortal Empress Xihe immediately!" A fearless Chongming clansman dragged his heavily injured body upright.

However, Gu Qingfeng paid him no heed whatsoever.

Bang!

Gu Wuyou delivered a flying kick from the side, sending the man flying as he shouted abuse, "You reckless fool! How dare you insult my Lord Foster Father? Do you have a death wish?"

"Yuwen Wuyou, you traitor! Do not forget that the blood of the Chongming Immortal Clan flows through your veins!"

"So what? I share no blood with Foster Father, yet his kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. He is not my birth father, yet he surpasses one!" Gu Wuyou’s voice was loud, seemingly intended specifically for Gu Qingfeng’s ears.

However, Gu Qingfeng had long since lost interest in listening. Holding Immortal Empress Xihe’s soft, delicate body, he vanished.

Inside a palace hall.

Immortal Empress Xihe was tossed onto a soft bed, her body trembling from the impact.

She did not resist. Her eyes stared blankly upwards, like a puppet devoid of life.

Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly. "It seems you wish for the genocide of the Chongming Immortal Clan."

A flicker of emotion finally appeared in Immortal Empress Xihe’s hollow eyes. Panic and fear set in as she trembled, "I have already agreed to your terms. What more do you want from me?"

"Is this how you beg? Lying on the bed like a corpse? Aren't you a sword cultivator? Perform a sword dance for This Emperor to liven up the mood."

Immortal Empress Xihe felt an unprecedented humiliation. As a dignified sword cultivator, her sword was a weapon of slaughter. Since when was it used for dancing?

Smack!

"Hurry up and dance. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your clansmen, would you, Immortal Empress Xihe?"

Left with no choice, Immortal Empress Xihe could only submit.

She condensed a long sword from her magical power and began to dance.

Her movements were stiff, like a marionette, but a beauty was a beauty; no matter how stiff, it was impossible to conceal her peerless face and perfect figure.

Her jet-black hair flowed with her movements, revealing a slender, snowy-white neck. Her jade-like legs were long, her waist slender enough to be grasped in one hand, and a pair of snowy-white bare feet shifted across the floor. Whether in motion or still, she was utterly alluring.

Gu Qingfeng felt his mouth go dry watching her. He suddenly pulled her close. "Your sword dance is mediocre. Next, This Emperor will check your fundamentals."

Immortal Empress Xihe turned pale with shock. "I... I don't know how."

Gu Qingfeng was displeased. "Cut the crap with This Emperor. You and the Chongming Immortal King have cultivated together countless times. How can you claim to know nothing?"

"I am telling the truth. The Chongming Immortal King has never touched me."

Gu Qingfeng paused for a moment. "Is the Chongming Immortal King a eunuch?"

"I will not allow you to slander His Majesty."

It was evident that Immortal Empress Xihe truly had a deep affection for the Chongming Immortal King.

"Then why hasn't he touched you? Facing a peerless beauty like you, how could he possibly hold back?"

Perhaps not wanting him to insult the Chongming Immortal King, Immortal Empress Xihe slowly explained the reason.

It turned out that she was the successor of the Bifang Immortal Clan. Her true form was the Bifang Bird, an ancient divine beast with a bloodline extremely rare and precious—even superior to that of the Chongming Immortal Clan.

The Chongming Immortal King could not ignore such a precious bloodline. Thus, he had refrained from touching her, planning instead to nurture her into an Immortal King first. Only then would they engage in dual cultivation, using her Primordial Yin to elevate his cultivation to a higher level.

Furthermore, with both parents as Immortal Kings, any offspring produced would inevitably be favored by the heavens, possessing supreme talent!

It was precisely due to these considerations that the Chongming Immortal King had never touched Immortal Empress Xihe. Their relationship had remained purely platonic.

Now, this advantage fell right into Gu Qingfeng's lap.

Gu Qingfeng, however, had some complaints about this. She wasn't a married woman in the true sense? That reduced the pleasure by half!

Immortal Empress Xihe found this strange. She didn't understand why Gu Qingfeng's enthusiasm had suddenly dampened, but this was good news for her.

She could buy as much time as possible. As long as she delayed until the Chongming Immortal King returned, she wouldn't have to worry about being defiled.

"You mentioned my sword dance was lacking, so why not listen to my zither playing? My mastery of the zither far exceeds my swordsmanship."

Without waiting for Gu Qingfeng’s consent, she walked over to a nearby guqin and began to play.

Her slender, jade-like hands plucked, strummed, and swept across the strings with elegant grace. The music poured forth like pearls, large and small, falling onto a jade plate—the rhythm clear, melodious, and ethereal.

The song soon ended, but Immortal Empress Xihe did not stop; she immediately began the next piece.

"Are you trying to stall for time, waiting for the Chongming Immortal King to return?" Gu Qingfeng asked indifferently.

Snap!

A string snapped. Immortal Empress Xihe’s heart fell into disarray. She knew her clumsy acting had been seen through by Gu Qingfeng, but she truly had no other option.

At this moment, she was like a lamb awaiting slaughter—unable to decide when she would be devoured, only able to silently endure the torture of fate.

"I..."

"No need to rush to deny it. In fact, This Emperor is also waiting for the Chongming Immortal King's return. I really want to see the look on his face when he finds the Chongming Immortal Clan destroyed and his favorite woman lying on another man's bed. Heh heh heh..." Gu Qingfeng’s face twisted into a sinister grin.

Seeing this, Immortal Empress Xihe dropped the pretense and declared directly, "The day His Majesty the Immortal King returns will be the day you die without a grave!"

"Heh heh heh... You must have a way to contact the Chongming Immortal King. Contact him now and ask him where he is."

Immortal Empress Xihe was stunned, unable to believe her ears.

"Call him when I tell you to!" Gu Qingfeng began flexing his fingers with a squeezing motion.

Immortal Empress Xihe dared not delay. She hurriedly took out a white mutton-fat jade pendant and began to contact the Chongming Immortal King.

Soon, the anxious voice of the Chongming Immortal King transmitted from the jade pendant.

"What is it, Xihe? This King cannot get away at the moment. Stay inside the Mountain Protection Array and do not go out. We will talk when I return."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of fierce combat sounds followed.

Clearly, the Chongming Immortal King was in the midst of battle in the Immortalfall Battlefield. Judging by his anxious tone, his opponent was obviously not weak.

Gu Qingfeng was displeased upon hearing this. What could possibly be more important than This Emperor? He actually dared not to return?

"Your Majesty, I... Ah!"

Immortal Empress Xihe was just about to speak when Gu Qingfeng applied a little pressure, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Xihe! Xihe! What is wrong with you? What happened over there?" Immortal King Chongming cried out anxiously.

"Heh heh heh... Immortal King Chongming, just rest easy and fight your battle out there. This Emperor will take care of your Immortal Queen for you," Gu Qingfeng laughed maniacally.

"What?!" Immortal King Chongming's furious roar transmitted through the connection.

Boom!

"Argh!!"

"Chongming! You actually dare to be distracted while fighting This Seat? You are dead today!"

Listening to the sinister laughter emanating from the jade pendant, followed by Immortal King Chongming's miserable scream, Gu Qingfeng fell into deep contemplation.

It seemed—possibly, probably, perhaps—that he had made a mistake.