You or Me

Demon Pu and Gu Qingfeng, upon hearing Gu Yang's questioning, exchanged a glance, both seeing the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Here they were, one a master beyond the realm of grandmasters, and the other possessing a celestial body with strength comparable to a grandmaster, discussing matters of utmost importance concerning the fate of the world—how to slay the Blood Demon who had touched the divine realm. So why, in such a serious moment, did a mere ant at the Gang Qi level suddenly pop up to ask them their surnames?

Seeing that neither of them responded, Gu Yang frowned. He hadn’t expected the country bumpkins of Wutong Prefecture to be so rude.

With his powerful Gang Qi-level perception, he had immediately sensed the strength of the two men before him. The man in the black robe showed no trace of energy fluctuation—just an ordinary person.

The young man sitting across from the black-robed figure was indeed a martial artist, but his level was pitifully low, only at the fifth level of Qi Gathering. Such a cultivation level wouldn’t even qualify him to be a servant in the Gu family.

Gu Yang had no patience to waste on these two trash. His voice turned icy as he said, "Have you both gone mute? Didn’t you hear this young master asking you a question?"

Hearing this, Demon Pu didn’t even glance at Gu Yang. Instead, he spoke indifferently to Gu Qingfeng, "Shall I handle it, or will you?"

Gu Qingfeng took a sip of tea and replied calmly, "You do it. Just leave him with a breath. I have some questions for him."

Gu Yang, hearing their exchange, was so furious he almost laughed. Was this the arrogance of frogs at the bottom of a well? What did they take him, a Gang Qi-level expert, for?

"Just two insignificant ants—" Gu Yang began to rant, but before he could finish, suddenly—

Demon Pu turned his head and looked at him. His calm, ancient eyes gave Gu Yang a faint glance.

Just one glance.

Gu Yang’s words abruptly stopped. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, his heart pounded uncontrollably, cold sweat drenched his body, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.

In that glance, he saw death.

In Gu Yang’s eyes, the figure of the black-robed man seemed to grow infinitely vast, towering over heaven and earth, equal to the sun and moon, like a deity descended to the mortal world, indifferently gazing at an ant beneath his feet.

Terror!

A terror from the depths of his soul left Gu Yang’s mind blank, almost unable to think.

Thud!

Gu Yang, unable to bear the pressure, tumbled off his eagle and rolled to the feet of the two men.

He lay on the ground like a crushed dog, his noble head buried in the dirt, his face twisted in fear. He struggled with all his might, but not even a single finger could move.

How… how is this possible? This pressure… beyond a grandmaster!

Why would such a figure be in this backwater place?

Cold sweat dripped continuously from his face and neck, pooling into the dirt, almost forming a puddle.

At that moment, Gu Yang, lying like a dead dog, caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes beside his head.

A pair of exquisitely crafted official boots.

The owner of the shoes spoke.

"What’s your name?" Gu Qingfeng asked indifferently.

With Gu Qingfeng’s question, Gu Yang felt the pressure on his head lessen slightly. It seemed he could lift his head now.

But he didn’t dare. He lacked the courage to do so.

Although the Gu family was one of the four great families of the imperial capital, this black-robed man was beyond a grandmaster! Such a powerhouse was not someone a mere Gang Qi-level cultivator like him could afford to provoke.

If it were just an ordinary grandmaster, Gu Yang, backed by the Gu family, wouldn’t have cared. But someone beyond a grandmaster was entirely different—that was strength comparable to the Gu family’s ancestors! A true top-tier powerhouse!

And the man sitting across from the black-robed figure was surely no ordinary person either. He could sit as an equal with the black-robed man, and their conversation was on equal footing. Though he appeared to be only at the fifth level of Qi Gathering, it was undoubtedly a facade!

Just like the black-robed man, who seemed like an ordinary person.

This Qi Gathering-level man might also be beyond a grandmaster!

The more Gu Yang thought about it, the more terrified he became. He never imagined that he had just been disrespectful to two such existences. If these two wanted to kill him, even his ancestors might not be willing to offend them to protect him.

Most importantly, according to the guidance of the bloodline bead, one of these two was definitely a descendant of the cursed blood. A cursed blood descendant beyond a grandmaster…

Gu Yang didn’t dare to think further.

Seeing that Gu Yang remained silent, Gu Qingfeng frowned slightly. "What? Have you gone mute?"

Gu Yang snapped out of his daze and quickly replied, "R–responding to the esteemed senior, this junior is named Gu Yang, a member of the Gu family, one of the four great families of the imperial capital. Gu Shaoshang is my ancestor."

Gu Yang hurriedly revealed his identity and his ancestor’s name, fearing that the other party might act without hesitation.

He hoped that the two would spare him out of respect for his ancestor.

"The imperial capital… the four great families… the Gu family?" Gu Qingfeng muttered, then turned to Demon Pu and asked, "By the way, who’s Gu Shaoshang?"

Demon Pu replied indifferently, "The Gu family’s ancestor, a Dragon Transformation-level martial artist. Just an old man on his last legs, a walking corpse."

These words sent a shiver through Gu Yang’s heart. Just who were these people? They didn’t even hold his family’s ancestor in regard. Could this place be his burial ground?

"Turns out my distant relatives are quite notable," Gu Qingfeng murmured.

Gu Qingfeng’s words made Gu Yang’s eyes light up. He instantly realized that this man was the cursed blood descendant he had been searching for. He quickly tried to establish a connection, hoping the other party would forgive his disrespect out of familial ties.

"Esteemed senior, you must be the Gu family member I’ve been searching for. Not long ago, my ancestor detected through the bloodline bead that someone in Wutong Prefecture had awakened the Dragon God’s bloodline. He specifically sent me to escort you back to—"

The moment the word "back" left Gu Yang’s mouth, an indescribable pressure descended upon him.

Before Gu Yang could even react, his body emitted the sound of bones shattering under unbearable weight. Puffs of blood mist exploded, and in an instant, he was crushed into a pulp.

Gu Qingfeng was stunned. He turned to Demon Pu, who was calmly sipping tea, and demanded, "Why did you kill him?"

Demon Pu gently set down his teacup and replied indifferently, "Our meeting must not be known to a third person."

Gu Qingfeng was somewhat speechless. "At least you could have waited until I finished questioning him."

"He was going to take you back to the Gu family, and you can’t leave. The Blood Divine Son in the third layer of the Demon Suppression Prison hasn’t been devoured yet. So, to eliminate any thoughts of you leaving, I killed him."