Don't You Want to Become an Immortal Lord

Smack!

A heavy slap landed squarely on the young child's face, sending him spinning in place several times.

"Cut the damn nonsense and open the passage," Gu Qingfeng said in displeasure.

For some reason, seeing a kid with a topknot just infuriated him right now.

The slapped child dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. Clutching his swollen cheek, he hurriedly opened the passage for Gu Qingfeng.

Afterwards, Gu Qingfeng swaggered his way up to the third floor.

If his guess was correct, the third floor should represent the "calligraphy" aspect of the four traditional arts.

Upon entering the third floor, his eyes were met with densely packed, profound characters.

These characters were like runes of the Great Dao, emitting a faint golden light, all carved into the walls.

The walls, ceiling, and floor of the entire third floor were covered in these exceptionally profound characters, seemingly recording countless cultivation techniques.

A white-bearded old man was standing by the wall, staring intently as he studied the characters.

With his back to Gu Qingfeng, he seemed to sense someone's arrival. Without turning around, he said calmly, "These record the Dao left behind by the great experts of the previous era. The weakest among them were Immortal Kings, who could barely leave a mark here, and there are also many paths left by experts above the Immortal King realm.

It could be said that if anyone can comprehend the mysteries within, achieving a realm above Immortal King would not be difficult."

Gu Qingfeng looked at the characters and found them indeed exceptionally profound. Every rune seemed to explain a type of Dao, incredibly mysterious. Some he could understand, but others were so advanced that even he couldn't fathom them immediately.

These Dao runes seemed to record all the wonders of the world. This place was absolutely a treasure trove for cultivators. If someone with peerless comprehension went into seclusion here for ten thousand years, it was highly possible to instantly prove their Dao and become an Immortal King.

In the corners of the walls, there were several white skeletons. Their postures were strange, with pale bony fingers pressed tightly against the characters on the wall, as if these people had been observing the texts right up until the moment of their deaths.

The old man's voice sounded again: "These skeletons are former trial-takers. Their comprehension was lacking, yet they became obsessed with the Great Dao. By forcefully trying to comprehend it, they eventually exhausted their minds and died.

This trial is very simple. As long as you can comprehend the secrets contained in these characters, you can pass. Furthermore, once you comprehend them, your cultivation will definitely soar to a higher..."

Bang!

Before the old man could finish his sentence, he felt a kick to his backside.

"Ah!"

He let out a miserable shriek as his entire body was embedded directly into the wall, destroying quite a few Dao runes in the process.

Then, the old man jumped down from the wall like a madman, furious as thunder.

This time, he finally stopped keeping his back turned, spinning around and roaring angrily, "Look at what you've done! This is the lifeblood of the experts from the previous era, and you actually dared to ruin them!"

Bang!

Gu Qingfeng landed another kick right in the old man's stomach. He was embedded into the wall once again, destroying another section of Dao runes.

This time, however, the old man didn't dare to clamor anymore. Being kicked the first time could be excused since his back was turned and it was a surprise attack, so failing to dodge was understandable. But the second time, he was fully on guard, yet he still couldn't dodge Gu Qingfeng's kick.

What did this mean?

It meant the other party wasn't a Quasi-Immortal King at all, but an existence above the Immortal King realm!

"To think an expert like you would come to participate in the trial. No wonder these characters couldn't attract you. However, take a look at this passage of Dao runes!"

The old man pulled a golden stone slab directly from his robes. The pale golden characters on it flowed like water, exceptionally profound. Each character seemed to contain the ultimate truths of an entire world, so magnificent that no cultivator could refuse it.

"This is the Dao left by a true Immortal Lord. An Immortal Lord has long since constructed a perfectly complete world of laws. Every Dao rune inside here is equivalent to the ultimate truth of a vast world. No one can refuse..."

Bang!

The golden stone slab recording the Dao of an Immortal Lord shattered at the sound, turning into fine powder.

The old man stood frozen on the spot, staring at the powder covering the floor, as if it were his own shattered heart.

"This is impossible!!" the old man cried out, trembling in disbelief. "How could you resist the temptation of an Immortal Lord's Dao! No one in this world can resist such temptation! Don't you want to become an Immortal Lord?"

Gu Qingfeng said indifferently, "Cultivating techniques and whatever is too tiring. With that kind of time, it's much more convenient to just find a living Immortal Lord and devour them."

He was telling the truth. No matter how exquisite a cultivation technique was, as long as one had no greed for it in their heart, they would never become obsessed with it.

And Gu Qingfeng truly had no desire for cultivation techniques. When he could clearly reap without sowing, why would he bury his head in bitter cultivation?

Rather than giving him an Immortal Lord's cultivation manual, giving him a living Immortal Lord would be much faster.

Of course, it would be best if this Immortal Lord were female. And if it could be even better, he'd hope she had a family.

The old man: "???"

His liver suddenly trembled in fear. Devour? An Immortal Lord!?

Just what kind of demonic overlord had come here?!

Afterwards, the old man deflated like a punctured balloon and said, "Your Excellency has passed the test. You did not become obsessed with these cultivation techniques, so you successfully clear this floor."

With that, the old man opened the passage to the next floor.

Gu Qingfeng headed to the next floor without looking back.

The fourth floor.

The walls were covered in magnificent and mysterious paintings.

There was a Kunpeng spreading its wings for ten thousand fathoms, roaming above the Nine Heavens.

There was a Demonic Tree taking root beneath the Nine Netherworlds, binding billions of ghosts and gods.

There was also a Heavenly Horned Ant holding up the sun, moon, and stars with a single antenna.

A thin, pale-faced young man was currently painting. He was painting a dragon—a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. The dragon's body was completely finished; it was only missing its eyes.

He was deep in thought, seemingly pondering how to paint the eyes and bring the dragon to life.

"How are these paintings?"

He asked, turning to Gu Qingfeng.

Gu Qingfeng: "Open the door."

The young painter frowned and said in displeasure, "I'm asking you how the paintings are!"

Gu Qingfeng: "This Emperor told you to open the door."

"You..."

Smack!

A heavy slap landed on the painter's face, sending him flying and causing him to drop the paintbrush in his hand.

The painter scrambled up from the ground, flying into a rage. He had seen many trial-takers, but when had he ever seen someone as impolite as Gu Qingfeng?

"How dare you..."

Smack, smack, smack...

After a flurry of heavy slaps, the painter became thoroughly obedient.

He silently picked up the paintbrush from the ground and said, "Alrighty, I'll open the door right away."

The painter walked toward the wall, raised the brush in his hand, and struck out like lightning, dotting the dragon's eye to bring it to life.

Rumble!

The wall began to tremble violently. The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had come alive!

Not just the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, but the ten-thousand-fathom Kunpeng, the ferocious Demonic Tree, the sky-supporting Heavenly Horned Ant, and all the other exotic beasts came alive as well.

As if resurrected from ancient times, they stepped down from the walls one after another.