The Enraged Black-Robed Figure

Gu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, which gleamed with an inexplicable light, as he stared intently at the man in the black robe.

He activated his perception to its fullest extent, but no matter how hard he tried, the results indicated that the black-robed man before him was an ordinary person.

How could this be?

An ordinary person would never be able to appear here without a sound. That left only two possibilities: either this man’s strength far surpassed his own, or he possessed some kind of bizarre concealment technique.

Either way, it was clear that this man was no ordinary individual.

When facing demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng was utterly fearless, but this black-robed man appeared to be human—and likely a highly skilled one at that.

A master just happened to be here drinking tea? And even invited him to join?

Even a fool wouldn’t believe such a coincidence.

So Gu Qingfeng was certain: this man was definitely waiting for him.

At this realization, Gu Qingfeng grew even more cautious, already planning to flee at the slightest sign of trouble.

Faced with the stranger’s invitation to tea, he didn’t immediately approach. Instead, he stood in place, carefully choosing his words, and asked politely, “May I ask who you are, senior?”

“You may call me Pu,” the black-robed man replied calmly as he poured tea.

“Pu?” Gu Qingfeng was stunned. Who would name themselves that? Didn’t he realize the pressure it would put on others when they called him that? It could easily lead to misunderstandings.

The black-robed man seemed to sense Gu Qingfeng’s reaction. His hand paused slightly while pouring tea, and then he calmly explained, “Pu, as in dandelion.”

Uh…

Gu Qingfeng was momentarily speechless but quickly replied insincerely, “What a great name, senior.”

Though he said this, he couldn’t help but think to himself, Is that even a name a human would have?

Wait a minute!

Gu Qingfeng suddenly thought of something and froze.

Pu, as in dandelion? Dandelion?

Holy crap! Demon Pu, the leader of the Seven Demon Generals!

Although two hundred years had passed, the reputation of the Seven Demon Generals was still legendary. While their deeds might have faded from memory, their names had endured.

Especially the leader—his name would never be forgotten.

Just to be sure, Gu Qingfeng asked, “Senior, are you perhaps Demon Pu, the leader of the Seven Demon Generals?”

Hearing this title, the black-robed man smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect anyone to remember after two hundred years.”

With these words, Gu Qingfeng relaxed completely, as if he had just enjoyed a sauna and a foot massage.

He then swaggered over to Demon Pu, plopped down across from him, and even propped one leg up on a nearby rock.

He scrutinized Demon Pu shamelessly and said, “So you’re the one they call Demon Pu, huh?”

Demon Pu was stunned. Centuries of cultivated composure nearly crumbled in that moment. His hand, still holding the teapot, froze mid-air, and he didn’t even notice the tea spilling over.

He began to question himself: What exactly did human history write about me? Why did this guy’s attitude change so drastically after hearing my name?

“Hey, the tea’s spilling,” Gu Qingfeng complained.

Only then did Demon Pu snap out of it and stop pouring.

Gu Qingfeng didn’t stand on ceremony. He picked up the teacup and downed it in one gulp—he was a bit thirsty anyway.

After drinking, he smacked his lips but didn’t hear the system notification sound. Frowning, he said, “Why isn’t this tea poisoned? Didn’t Shadow Demon tell you when he got back? I like my tea with a little poison.”

Demon Pu: “……”

Demon Pu was plunged into deep self-doubt. Why was this happening?

“Hey, what was the first thing you said to me when you saw me?”

Demon Pu was genuinely baffled by Gu Qingfeng’s behavior. Out of curiosity, he replied, “Meeting by chance is fate. I invited you to share a cup of tea.”

Smack!

Gu Qingfeng slammed the table and shouted, “Do you have any idea how scary it is to suddenly speak up behind someone? Luckily, I don’t have a heart condition. And what’s this ‘meeting by chance is fate’ nonsense? Let me tell you now—meeting you is my fate, but meeting me is your doom. Whether it’s fate or doom depends on my mood, got it?”

Faced with Gu Qingfeng’s audacity, Demon Pu felt both confusion and a long-forgotten anger. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this provoked.

Who the hell is this guy?

In the past few hundred years, even his enemies hadn’t been this disrespectful.

If it weren’t for his greater purpose, Demon Pu would have already slapped Gu Qingfeng to death.

“Hmph,” Demon Pu snorted coldly at Gu Qingfeng’s insolence. “Whether it’s fate or doom depends on your mood? Not unless you’re invincible.”

Now it was Gu Qingfeng’s turn to be stunned. He stared at Demon Pu and blurted out, “Do you listen to Xu Song too?”

A flicker of confusion passed through Demon Pu’s eyes. “Who’s Xu Song?”

Did I guess wrong?

Gu Qingfeng was puzzled and decided to test him. “Odd changes to even?”

Demon Pu showed no reaction, only furrowing his brows deeper.

“Moonlight before the bed?”

“Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron?”

“3.1415926?”

“Enough!” Demon Pu suddenly roared.

Gu Qingfeng, interrupted, looked at him with regret. “Looks like you’re not a fellow traveler. So, what do you want from me? Don’t tell me you’re here to learn from the Calabash Brothers.”

What do I want? I’m here to kill…

Wait, why did I come here?

Gu Qingfeng had nearly made Demon Pu forget his original purpose.

He took several deep breaths to calm himself and regained his composed demeanor.

According to Demon Pu’s original plan, he would appear silently, leaving Gu Qingfeng with an impression of profound mystery. Then, amidst the forest and strange rocks, they would sit and drink tea, discussing grand plans with ease. But who could have guessed that everything would change after Gu Qingfeng heard his name?

Demon Pu considered this a minor hiccup. Although Gu Qingfeng was a bit eccentric, once he heard his grand plan, he would surely be awestruck and submit to him.

Demon Pu collected his thoughts and said calmly, “Gu Qingfeng, you should know that I originally came here to kill you.”

He intended to start with a bold statement to seize the initiative.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a sonic boom erupted in Demon Pu’s ears.

A palm came into view, rapidly growing larger in his eyes.

Thud!

A dull sound rang out.

A translucent crimson barrier appeared around Demon Pu, blocking Gu Qingfeng’s powerful slap.

“Gu Qingfeng, what the hell are you doing?!” Demon Pu roared in fury.

Gu Qingfeng retracted his hand, looking surprised. “You’re here to kill me, and I’m not allowed to strike first?”

Demon Pu felt his blood rushing to his head, making his skull buzz.

“I said originally! Originally, I was here to kill you! Do you understand what ‘originally’ means? Can’t you understand human language?”

Gu Qingfeng looked even more surprised. “But you’re not human, so of course you’re not speaking human language.”

“You—!” Demon Pu’s chest heaved violently, his eyes blazing with blood-red light. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, as if he were about to explode like a volcano.