What should we do if it is Gu Qingfeng who comes

Thump, thump...

The few of them knelt down directly, completely devoid of dignity.

They wanted to have dignity too, but the problem was, with seven fully powered Immortal King weapons pointed at their heads, who the hell would dare talk about dignity?

"Senior, spare our lives! We were all bewitched by Old Monster Xuanming. That's why we dared to offend you, Senior. We hope you can be magnanimous and spare our lives!"

The few of them kowtowed continuously as they pleaded.

In fact, the more powerful an immortal was and the higher their status, the more they feared death. For mortals, death was inevitable sooner or later; whether early or late, they all had to die.

But immortals were different. They could have lived forever and remained eternally youthful. After finally achieving immortality with such great difficulty, wouldn't dying like this be a massive loss?

"Look, aren't you capable of speaking nicely?" Gu Qingfeng said indifferently. "It's just a pity that I am not someone who is easy to talk to. So, go to hell, and be polite people in your next lives."

"Run!"

The skinny man leading them shouted violently, and immediately the few of them tried to scatter and flee.

However, with a loud boom.

Seven dazzling immortal lights of different colors directly pierced through them.

"Ah!"

Agonizing screams rang out as the several men died tragically one after another.

A generation's quasi-Immortal King, along with several peak-stage Great Luos, died just like that without the slightest ability to resist.

After their deaths, several hideous ghost hands reached out from behind Gu Qingfeng, dragging their corpses into the Gate of the Underworld to become nourishment.

.........

Deep within the Xuanming Waters.

The water flow here was still, and even the power of laws within the river seemed to have become unusually gentle, without the slightest wind or wave.

If one looked closely, they would discover that the reason the river here was so calm was due to an unimaginable chill at work.

That was the Law of Xuanming. It was resisting the turbulent river of laws.

Through the effect of the chill, the water flow slowed down and tended toward calmness, making it suitable for people to inhabit.

And the Xuanming Immortal City was situated right here.

It was extremely ancient, floating above this stretch of water like a boundlessly massive ship.

The city was very bustling and prosperous, with a continuous stream of immortals coming and going.

Because this was the first stop leading to the Immortal Fall Battlefield, and it was very suitable for cultivation, some immortals who had no intention of fighting for transcendent substances chose to settle down here to focus on comprehending the Great Dao.

Inside a grand hall in the Xuanming Immortal City.

A woman in a red dress nestled in the arms of a green-robed old man. Her proud, alluring figure was half-concealed and half-revealed, exposing a glimpse of towering snow-white cleavage. Her tender and charming face was flushed with a deep red akin to intoxication, and her eyes were filled with seduction.

The green-robed old man had a pair of inverted triangular eyes that gleamed with a lecherous light, and his hands, which resembled old tree bark, continuously groped her.

This person was none other than the master of the Xuanming Immortal City, Patriarch Xuanming!

The patriarch had no other hobbies in his life; he was simply greedy for wealth and lustful for women.

In order to make money, he built the Xuanming Immortal City. Everyone who entered the city had to pay a certain fee depending on the length of their stay. Over the long years, his wealth had long accumulated to an unimaginable degree.

Once he had money, he did nothing else but take concubines. To this day, he couldn't even remember exactly how many concubines he had taken.

Patriarch Xuanming was a peak-stage quasi-Immortal King. Because his foundation was impure and he mostly relied on plucking yin to nourish yang to improve his cultivation, he knew he wouldn't be able to survive the Immortal King Tribulation. Thus, he completely gave up and lay flat, not venturing into the latter half of the River of Laws at all, content to just be a gatekeeper.

During holidays and festivals, he would send gifts to those bigshot Immortal Kings, which allowed him to live quite comfortably and freely.

The woman in red used all sorts of tricks, constantly teasing Patriarch Xuanming until his inner fire was soaring. Just as he was about to mount his spear and go into battle, suddenly, with a bang.

A jade pendant at his waist directly shattered.

The woman in red was startled and let out a cry of surprise.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Xuanming's expression turned ugly on the spot. Losing all interest in an instant, he directly pushed the woman away and looked at the fragments of the jade pendant.

The pushed-away woman in red complained in dissatisfaction, "Husband, why did you suddenly push me away?"

"This jade pendant contained a trace of Deng Tai's aura. Now that the jade pendant is broken, it means Deng Tai is dead!"

The woman in red was greatly shocked. "Deng Tai is your number one capable subordinate, husband. Although he is only a newly advanced quasi-Immortal King, he is still a quasi-Immortal King! Didn't you send him to find the murderer who killed Zuo Xuan earlier? Could it be the work of that same person?"

Patriarch Xuanming's expression grew even more unsightly. "It seems a mighty dragon has arrived in my Xuanming Waters."

"Then what should we do? For this person to be able to kill Deng Tai, their strength must be extraordinary. I'm afraid they won't be easy to deal with."

Patriarch Xuanming sneered. "Since ancient times, even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake. I have operated in this place for so long, and whether in terms of manpower or arrangements, within the realm of quasi-Immortal Kings, no one can defeat me in the Xuanming Immortal City!"

"Then..." The woman in red hesitated before asking, "Then what if the other party is not a quasi-Immortal King, but an Immortal King?"

Patriarch Xuanming's face still bore a confident smile as he said, "Then I will sweep the floors to welcome them, apologize profusely, and offer a large amount of wealth and concubines to win the Immortal King's favor. From then on, I'll have one more backer."

The woman in red: "..."

"And what if the other party is insatiably greedy?"

"Hmph, what do you think I rely on to thrive on this River of Laws? Always remember, if you want to establish a firm foothold here, blindly relying on personal bravery won't work. The key is understanding the ways of the world!

So what if they are an Immortal King? I give gifts to the major Immortal Kings every year. If someone really wanted to touch me, would those Immortal Kings who took my money agree?"

The woman in red was still somewhat worried. "But those Immortal Kings have never even looked you straight in the eye..."

"Ignorant woman's view! What do you know? It doesn't matter if they don't look me straight in the eye, as long as they look straight at the money. I send gifts every year, and the Immortal Kings get free money every year. They have long since taken it for granted and made it a habit. So, if I stop sending gifts for even one year, they will feel like they've suffered a loss, that the money that rightfully belongs to them has been touched by someone else.

Do you think the Immortal Kings would allow that?"

The woman in red suddenly realized the truth. This was how habits became second nature. When receiving money became a custom, not giving it became a sin.

If the gifts stopped, the Immortal Kings would feel they were losing out.

Therefore, touching Patriarch Xuanming was akin to touching a source of wealth for the Immortal Kings, and naturally, the Immortal Kings would never allow it.

"Husband, you are truly brilliant."

Patriarch Xuanming smiled smugly.

However, he would never have imagined that his enemy was neither a quasi-Immortal King nor an Immortal King, but a Golden Immortal named Gu Qingfeng who carried seven Immortal King weapons.

If he managed to survive in the future, Patriarch Xuanming would have to add another rule to his way of doing things.

If a quasi-Immortal King came, fight.

If an Immortal King came, give gifts.

If Gu Qingfeng came... it would be best if he didn't.

Right at this moment, Patriarch Xuanming suddenly sensed something.

"The person who killed Deng Tai has arrived!"

He had operated here for many years, and the city was filled with his formations and hidden informants; matters big and small could not escape his eyes.

Just now, he had sensed a person tainted with Deng Tai's aura entering the city.

"Let me see just what kind of background this river-crossing dragon has."

With that said, he formed a hand seal to contact the guard commander at the city gates.

However, the moment the connection went through, before he could even speak, the guard commander's panic-stricken voice rang out first.

"Pa... Patriarch, disaster has struck! A Golden Immortal has entered the city with seven... seven Immortal King weapons floating above his head!"

Patriarch Xuanming was taken aback for a moment before roaring in absolute disbelief, "What did you just say? Are you drunk out of your mind again? Didn't I tell you there is absolutely no drinking on duty?!"

"Pa... Patriarch, your subordinate hasn't had a drop to drink! Every word I say is the absolute truth! That person really entered the city with seven Immortal King weapons hovering over his head! One, two, three... seven! I swear it, those are absolutely seven Immortal King weapons!"

Patriarch Xuanming slumped back into his chair, his expression dazed and his mind completely blank. All of his past worldly experience and social acumen completely failed to provide a single point of reference for a situation like this.

The woman in red beside him, looking equally bewildered, asked, "Husband, the arrival is neither a Quasi-Immortal King nor an Immortal King, but a Golden Immortal with seven Immortal King weapons hovering above his head. What should we do?"

Slap!

Patriarch Xuanming delivered a vicious slap right across the woman in red's face.

He roared furiously, "You're asking me?! Who the hell am I supposed to ask?!"