"Leng Xue? Could Your Excellency be Immortal Lord Leng Xue, known as the number one body cultivator of all eternity from the Bright Day Epoch?" Immortal Lord Leiyao's expression shifted as he spoke.
The absurdly muscular Immortal Lord Leng Xue smiled faintly, throwing a flirtatious wink. "To think that fellow Daoist has actually heard of my name."
A chill ran down Immortal Lord Leiyao's spine. He gave an awkward laugh, "I once acquired a body tempering technique by chance. Its creator was Immortal Lord Leng Xue, so I specifically looked into it."
Immortal Lord Leng Xue's eyes lit up slightly. Looking at the relatively well-built Immortal Lord Leiyao, she said in pleasant surprise, "Looking at you, could it be that you cultivate the Little Xue Body Tempering Art that I created?"
"I didn't! I haven't!" Hearing this embarrassing name, Immortal Lord Leiyao quickly denied it.
"But I can clearly feel the traces of the Little Xue Body Tempering Art on you. Do you feel you haven't practiced it well, so you're too embarrassed to say? It's fine. After the matters here are settled, I'll come find you tonight and personally guide you. I will definitely help you reach major completion."
Immortal Lord Leiyao's face instantly turned as ugly as if he had eaten shit. Just as he was racking his brains for a way to refuse, the appearance of Immortal Lord Qijue bailed him out just in time.
He absolutely did not dare let Immortal Lord Leng Xue personally guide him. Back in the day, when he serendipitously obtained the Little Xue Body Tempering Art, he was momentarily blown away by its brilliance.
Because this body tempering technique was simply the pinnacle of the body cultivation path, though its name left much to be desired.
Also because of the name, he was curious why such a heaven-defying, unprecedented body tempering cultivation method would have such a childish name.
He even suspected that someone had deliberately changed the name later on. Driven by the desire to clear the name of this body tempering method, Immortal Lord Leiyao began consulting various ancient texts and exploring historical ruins, attempting to uncover the technique's true name.
Then, when he found the clues, he was dumbfounded. It really was freaking called the Little Xue Body Tempering Art.
In passing, he also learned about the life of Immortal Lord Leng Xue. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, sighing that with so many epochs, there really were all kinds of weirdos out there.
Immortal Lord Leng Xue, the number one body cultivator of all eternity, possessed stunning beauty. However, due to her physique, and the fact that she had once crushed someone to death with her thighs, she never had a Dao companion. That was until Lin Daoxuan emerged out of nowhere, mastered the strengths of countless schools, and sought her out to ask for guidance on the path of body cultivation.
From then on, Immortal Lord Leng Xue crazily pursued Lin Daoxuan. Later, failing to win him over, her love turned into hatred, and they became bitter enemies.
Because Immortal Lord Leiyao knew about Immortal Lord Leng Xue's past deeds, he would rather die than let her guide him in the Little Xue Body Tempering Art.
Immortal Lord Qijue was a handsome young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. With red lips and white teeth, he wore a beaming smile, his dimples seemingly hiding pools of clear autumn water.
He arrived stepping on a seven-colored auspicious cloud, floating down gracefully with his robes fluttering in the wind.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist Qijue."
Seeing Immortal Lord Qijue appear, the crowd took the initiative to greet him one after another, as Immortal Lord Qijue had already exchanged pointers with each of them previously.
Everyone knew that Immortal Lord Qijue was unfathomably deep and exceptionally generous.
Immortal Lord Qijue smiled, responding to them one by one. Then, his gaze fell upon Gu Qingfeng, scrutinizing him closely.
"Your appearance is different. Lin Daoxuan wasn't as good-looking as you. But who can say for sure when it comes to reincarnations? Tell me, what is your relationship with Lin Daoxuan? Why is the Epoch Fire in your hands?"
Gu Qingfeng looked indifferently at Immortal Lord Qijue before him, saying disdainfully, "A brat whose hair hasn't even fully grown, you think you are worthy of speaking to this Emperor?"
The smile on Immortal Lord Qijue's face instantly vanished, suddenly turning expressionless. He spoke to himself, "Your tone and demeanor don't match either. It seems you aren't Lin Daoxuan's reincarnation. But I can't be completely certain. After all, you possess the Epoch Fire and have opened the Eternal Epoch. These are all things Lin Daoxuan was supposed to do, yet you did them. It's highly suspicious. Given Lin Daoxuan's cunning, it's entirely possible that seeing us here, he wouldn't dare to admit it."
Following that, a burst of immortal light suddenly flashed in his eyes. His pupils became as indifferent as the Heavenly Dao, as if containing all the truths of the world.
He carefully sized up Gu Qingfeng with those eyes, but in the next moment, Immortal Lord Qijue suddenly stiffened.
A moment later, he regained his composure. The emotions in his eyes had also changed, showing melancholy, nostalgia, hatred, and more—it was incredibly complex.
The other Immortal Lords naturally noticed the change in Immortal Lord Qijue's expression.
"Fellow Daoist Qijue, could it be..."
"Could this Gu Qingfeng really be Lin Daoxuan's eleventh reincarnation!?"
Immortal Lord Qijue ignored them. At this moment, it was as if only Gu Qingfeng remained in his eyes.
"Should I call you Gu Qingfeng, or... Lin Daoxuan?" Immortal Lord Qijue's flat voice rang out like a clap of thunder in the hearts of the crowd.
"What!? He really is Lin Daoxuan's eleventh reincarnation!!" Immortal Lord Leiyao exclaimed.
"Lin Daoxuan, the humiliation of losing to you last time, I will return it all to you today!" Immortal Lord Di Tian gritted his teeth.
"Lin Daoxuan! Give me back my son's life!" Immortal Lord Bi She roared with monstrous killing intent.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Lin, please return the bronze pagoda."
"My dear Lin, do you still love me?" Leng Xue said coquettishly.
The chaotic voices of the crowd flooded into Gu Qingfeng's ears all at once, causing his brow to furrow immediately.
Lin Daoxuan!? This Immortal Lord Qijue actually thought this Emperor was Lin Daoxuan's eleventh reincarnation!?
What on earth was going on? How could this Emperor be Lin Daoxuan's reincarnation? This Emperor wasn't even a native of the Eternal True World, but a visitor from the lower realms, and a transmigrator at that.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed Gu Qingfeng's mind. Could it be that Immortal Lord Qijue wanted to use this method to make these Immortal Lord experts present, who had a grudge against Lin Daoxuan, deal with him?
But looking at Immortal Lord Qijue's serious expression, he felt something was faintly off.
Because these people present were obviously coming for him anyway. Even if they knew he wasn't Lin Daoxuan, they would still attack. Why bother pinning the label of Lin Daoxuan on him?
Or could it be that Immortal Lord Qijue had seen wrong?
Gu Qingfeng stopped overthinking it. You couldn't just believe whatever others said, especially the words of a dead man.
Well, although he wasn't dead now, he would be dead in a moment.
"It seems that not only has your hair not fully grown, but your eyes aren't working too well either. To actually think that this Emperor is Lin Daoxuan's reincarnation? Is Lin Daoxuan even worthy?" Gu Qingfeng said disdainfully.
A hint of surprise flashed in Immortal Lord Qijue's eyes. He chuckled softly, "Lin Daoxuan, to think that an expert like you would put on such an act when facing a life-and-death crisis? Actually trying to escape by insulting yourself. With your pride, to be able to go this far, it seems you haven't recovered your full strength."
"Sigh." Gu Qingfeng sighed faintly. "A perfectly good bunch of Immortal Lords, but unfortunately they are all blind. They've gone mad thinking about Lin Daoxuan."
Gu Qingfeng's attitude made the Immortal Lords look at each other in dismay. The Lin Daoxuan they knew was proud, someone who would rather break than bend. It was impossible for him to seek survival by degrading himself.
Furthermore, if this Gu Qingfeng really was Lin Daoxuan, his acting was way too good, wasn't it?
While everyone else harbored doubts, only Immortal Lord Qijue declared with absolute certainty: "Lin Daoxuan, you might be able to fool others, but you can never fool these eyes of mine!
"Everything in this world will have nowhere to hide before these eyes!
"Did you think you were the only one making progress? Ever since my defeat at your hands, I have been researching a way to see through your Sword Dao. I could not see through it back then because my eyes were not strong enough. That is why, building upon the foundation of my Seven Ultimate Skills, I created an Eighth Ultimate Skill!
"The Divine Eyes of Destiny!
"A pair of divine eyes capable of seeing through the long River of Destiny!!
"Nothing in this world can escape destiny, and nothing can escape my eyes!
"Although you hid yourself very well, revealing almost no flaws, your destiny is inextricably linked to Lin Daoxuan. If you are not Lin Daoxuan, then who else could you be?!"
By the end of his words, Immortal Lord Qijue was practically roaring.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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