Gu Qingfeng ignored the panic-stricken crowd and said indifferently, "From today onwards, this Emperor is the master of this Xuanming Immortal City. From now on, everything remains the same. In addition, the former administrators of the Xuanming Immortal City, come see me in the main hall immediately. Bear the consequences if you are late."
His plain voice echoed throughout the entire area. Although it was domineering and unquestionable, it inexplicably caused the people of the entire city to stop panicking.
These people were not afraid of changing the city lord; after all, they would live the same way no matter who was in charge. Their main fear was that Gu Qingfeng would not be satisfied with eating just one Immortal King and would proceed to devour the entire city.
.......
One day later.
Gu Qingfeng successfully took over the wealth and subordinates left behind by Patriarch Xuanming. He casually appointed a person as the city lord to manage daily affairs, mainly to ensure the collection of sufficient city entrance fees.
He wasn't afraid of betrayal because he had already poisoned all his subordinates. The moment they harbored any disloyal thoughts, they would die instantly.
After finishing all this, Gu Qingfeng went into seclusion.
This was because he had obtained the method to prove his Dao and reach the Great Luo realm from Patriarch Xuanming's memories.
He already knew about proving the Dao to reach Great Luo; the method he obtained was how to use his own Demonic Dao to achieve it.
Currently, the Eternal Great Daos within him were by no means few. They came from various Immortal Kings and even Quasi-Immortal Kings, including the Dao of Poison, the Dao of Calamity, and the newly acquired Profound Meaning of Xuanming he just obtained today.
He planned to fuse all these Daos into his own Demonic Dao.
Strangely enough, whether it was the Dao of Starry Annihilation, the Dao of Xuanming, the Dao of Poison, or the Dao of Calamity, all these Daos were extremely suitable to be integrated into the Demonic Dao.
Perhaps it was the will of heaven in the unseen world.
The inspiration for the method of fusing and proving his Dao came from Patriarch Xuanming's establishment of the Xuanming Waters.
Using his own Xuanming Laws, he forcibly created a pure land on the River of Laws. His research into the River of Laws was absolutely profound.
And Gu Qingfeng intended to rely on Patriarch Xuanming's experience and use the River of Laws to facilitate the fusion of his myriad Daos.
The River of Laws contained countless laws, and its waters were violent and chaotic. Even Immortal Kings dared not dive into its depths, as a moment of carelessness would result in being crushed to death by the chaotic laws.
Gu Qingfeng's idea was to enter the River of Laws himself. By relying on the violent power of the laws within, he would temper his own Dao, using the heavy pressure of the River of Laws to force his own Daos to fuse.
This method sounded simple, and in reality, doing it was even simpler.
Of course, this was only relative to Gu Qingfeng. Because he was immortal and indestructible, he was completely unafraid of diving to the bottom of the river.
If it were anyone else, the slightest misstep would result in their Dao dissipating and their body dying.
Having made up his mind, Gu Qingfeng first spent three days sorting out his own Daos. After that, he prepared to head into the depths of the River of Laws.
Just as he was about to set off, suddenly, a burst of footsteps rang out outside the main hall.
Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly. He had previously ordered that no one was allowed to approach. He didn't expect someone would actually dare to come.
Bang!
The grand doors of the palace were gently pushed open.
A woman in white, wearing neon-like garments and possessing an exquisitely beautiful face, walked in gracefully. Slung diagonally across her back was a massive sword box.
The woman had a slender figure, yet the sword box was incredibly broad, almost large enough to fit her entire body inside.
Gu Qingfeng stared at the woman before him, a wicked smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
He could sense the woman's aura. This was an Immortal King, and she was not someone from the Xuanming Immortal City.
She was clearly an outsider.
The white-clad woman's gaze was like still water as it swept over Gu Qingfeng. Her demeanor was as casual as if she had just arrived at her own home.
She spoke to Gu Qingfeng indifferently, "Who are you? Where is Xuanming?"
The smile on Gu Qingfeng's lips deepened. "No wonder this Emperor heard magpies chirping early this morning. It turns out a beauty has come to throw herself into my arms."
The woman in white frowned slightly, seemingly sensing something. "You have Xuanming's aura on you. Did you kill him?"
"Jiejiejie..." Gu Qingfeng let out an arrogant and sinister laugh. His eyes, brimming with demonic light, continuously swept back and forth over the woman's body.
He sniffed the air, a look of intoxication appearing on his face. "You also have the pure fragrance of a virgin on you. No matter who you are or what you came to do, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for you to walk out of this palace intact today."
The white-clad woman's frown deepened, and the gaze she directed at Gu Qingfeng was filled with disgust and disdain. "To think that Xuanming actually died at the hands of a fiend like you who has fallen into the Demonic Dao."
Evidently, the woman had already taken Gu Qingfeng for the kind of demonic cultivator who had fallen into the Demonic Dao and lost his mind.
"However, it no longer matters who you are. What matters is that since you killed Xuanming, the money Xuanming needed to hand over every year will now be paid by you.
Also, allow me to introduce myself. I am a protector of the Immortal King Palace, Leng Shiqing. Every year on this day, I will come on time to collect the money. Remember to have it prepared in advance."
Leng Shiqing spoke on her own, completely ignoring Gu Qingfeng's opinion. It was as if she had just come to deliver a notice, leaving no room for anyone to object.
Poor Patriarch Xuanming. He had diligently handed over countless wealth, but in the end, when he died, they didn't even care. They only cared whether the next person could continue to send money.
This was called recognizing the money but not the person. It didn't matter who it was, as long as the money kept coming.
The Immortal King Palace?
Information about it immediately surfaced in Gu Qingfeng's mind.
According to Patriarch Xuanming's memories, the Immortal King Palace was the backer protecting him. Every year, he would hand over a massive amount of wealth to the various Immortal Kings within the Immortal King Palace.
The Immortal King Palace was considered one of the top organizations upon the River of Laws. Its leader was a powerhouse at the late stage of the Immortal King realm, and under their command were several early-stage, and even mid-stage, Immortal Kings. Their strength was truly not weak.
Basically, the entire first half, and even the middle section, of the River of Laws was under their command.
No wonder this woman's tone was so arrogant.
"You want money, do you? Jiejiejie... This Emperor has nothing else but money. As long as you can satisfy this Emperor, you can have however much money you want." Gu Qingfeng spread his legs and smiled wickedly.
A flash of anger passed through Leng Shiqing's eyes. "It seems the Xuanming Immortal City will have to change to another new city lord."
As she spoke, she unfastened the sword box from her body and slapped it fiercely. Instantly, a massive sword, resembling a door panel, appeared in her hand.
The woman's slender and graceful figure formed a stark contrast with this giant sword.
Just as Leng Shiqing was about to make a move, Gu Qingfeng hurriedly called for a stop. "Hold your hand. How much do you want? Can I pay with Transcendent Matter?"
Hearing the words Transcendent Matter, a distinct look of surprise flashed in Leng Shiqing's eyes. "You have Transcendent Matter?"
The allure of Transcendent Matter to an Immortal King was evident.
Gu Qingfeng nodded. He then pulled out the Transcendent Matter he had previously obtained from the vortex of laws and tossed it to Leng Shiqing without the slightest hesitation.
"Take a look at how much this piece of Transcendent Matter is valued at and how much money it can offset. If I give you this piece of Transcendent Matter, does it mean I won't have to pay this year's money?"
He asked very sincerely, as if he genuinely wanted to use the Transcendent Matter to cover the protection fee.
Leng Shiqing caught the Transcendent Matter, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes. Although this piece of Transcendent Matter was not large, it was still Transcendent Matter.
This item could not be measured with money, as it was something that could be encountered by chance but not actively sought.
However, she had no intention of letting Gu Qingfeng off the hook so easily; after all, he was the one who had offended her first.
Leng Shiqing said coldly, "Not bad. This piece is indeed Transcendent Substance, but the amount is too small to be worth much. Unless you have ten times this amount, it won't be enough to fully cover the cost."
Gu Qingfeng let out a sinister cackle, "Hehehe... Beauty, let's not rush the matter of the Transcendent Substance. Why don't you take a good feel of your own body first? Are your limbs feeling a little weak? Are you finding it difficult to channel your spiritual energy?"

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