Hearing Gu Xing'er's words, Gu Changyuan deliberately put on a sad face and exaggerated his tone:
"Oh my, Xing'er has grown up and started to dislike me.
I remember when you were little, clinging to me, calling me 'Daddy' with every breath, asking for hugs every day. Look at you now, you won't even let me pat your head."
Gu Xing'er looked at his feigned sadness. Her face remained stubborn, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
She reached out her small hand, pinched Gu Changyuan's cheek, pulled it hard, and then let go with a hmph:
"Stop acting. I don't dislike you, you're just not allowed to pat my head anymore, or else I'll ignore you!"
Gu Changyuan's face was deformed from her pinching, but he wasn't angry. He merely sighed in his heart.
Alas, the child has reached her rebellious phase.
As he was lamenting, he suddenly remembered something and asked:
"By the way, after trying out so many weapons these past few days, did anything catch your eye?"
Speaking of this, Gu Xing'er immediately became crestfallen, slumping into Gu Changyuan's arms like a deflated balloon:
"No~"
She counted on her fingers:
"Swords are too long, sabers are too heavy, spears are too tall, and I can't swing a whip properly..."
She raised her head and looked at Gu Changyuan helplessly:
"Those weapons are all too long and too big. Many of them are as tall as half my body when I hold them, which is incredibly inconvenient. I might as well just use the power of the stars."
Gu Changyuan nodded.
That was true.
Weapons were merely a medium for spiritual energy to attach to, allowing one's attacks to achieve greater power. But if one's own spiritual energy was already strong enough, not using a weapon didn't really matter.
Gu Xing'er possessed the Primal Chaos Star Spirit Body. Her star power was dense and pure; a casual wave of her hand could unleash a myriad of starlight. Whether she had a weapon or not really didn't make much of a difference to her.
However, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Gu Changyuan's mind.
Xing Zixu's ancestral token was a dagger.
A dagger...
He looked down at Gu Xing'er, then thought about the size of that dagger, and suddenly felt...
That thing seemed perfectly suited for Gu Xing'er.
"Right," Gu Changyuan spoke up, "have you ever tried a dagger?"
Gu Xing'er was taken aback:
"A dagger?"
"Yes. Short and capable, it doesn't take up much space, and—"
He looked Gu Xing'er's petite frame up and down:
"You're quite small, using a dagger should be pretty handy for you."
Gu Xing'er tilted her head and thought about it.
A dagger...
She really hadn't tried one.
"Furthermore,"
Gu Changyuan continued.
"Haven't you just learned the relevant cultivation techniques?"
Gu Changyuan was well aware of Gu Xing'er's cultivation techniques.
The Primal Chaos Star Spirit Body was naturally close to the power of the stars, so the techniques she practiced were naturally related to it.
Over the past five years, Gu Xing'er had majored in three secret arts.
The first was the Primal Chaos Star Spirit Art.
It coincidentally matched the name of Gu Xing'er's physique.
It was the exclusive secret art that Xing Zixu had specially created for the Primal Chaos Star Spirit Body back then, and it was also her main cultivation technique.
The most exquisite aspect of this secret art was that it could condense the power of the stars in the surrounding world into star needles as fine as hair, or tough and sharp star threads. It integrated both offense and defense, and was exceptionally agile.
From afar, she could throw star needles for sneak attacks; up close, she could use star threads to entangle and bind. It could strike at the enemy's vital points or be used for self-defense, perfectly matching her petite and agile figure.
The second was the Starfall Art.
This was a star technique renowned for its explosive power.
The core of this technique was to condense a massive amount of star power into a single point within a short period, then use the technique's amplification to maximize speed, thereby delivering a devastating blow.
Its applications were extremely broad. Not only could the power be applied to attacks, allowing moves to strike quickly with multiplied force;
It could also be applied to oneself, increasing movement speed for a short time. Whether for pursuit or retreat, it was extremely practical.
The third was the Star Concealment Art.
This secret art was specially chosen by Gu Changyuan for Gu Xing'er's safety.
The core of this technique was to borrow the surrounding star power to merge one's aura and figure with the stars of heaven and earth. It could perfectly hide one's tracks for stealthy ambushes,
And it could also be used to quickly escape with the help of star power when encountering a powerful enemy one couldn't defeat.
When Gu Changyuan initially chose this secret art, his thoughts were simple.
No matter what, preserving one's life came first.
Even if you couldn't win, you had to be able to run.
And a dagger was exactly the weapon most suited for thrusting.
And a dagger was exactly the weapon most suited for thrusting, and perfectly matched these cultivation techniques of hers.
Short and capable, flexible and versatile, striking as fast as lightning, and retracting cleanly and neatly. It perfectly matched the explosive power of the Starfall Art and the stealthiness of the Star Concealment Art.
Truly achieving the principle of missing a single strike, immediately retreating far away, and looking for another opportunity to counterattack.
The more Gu Changyuan thought about it, the more suitable it seemed.
"Think about it,"
He looked at Gu Xing'er, a bit of seriousness in his eyes.
"You have a small stature, which makes for a small target that's easily overlooked. If you add a movement technique for concealment, paired with the thrust of a dagger—"
He paused, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly:
"You are simply a natural-born assassin."
Gu Xing'er's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened.
An assassin.
She had never considered this direction before.
In her impression, assassins were those aloof, mysterious existences who came and went without a trace.
Wearing black night clothes, faces masked, shuttling through the shadows, unleashing killing moves the moment they struck.
With her small appearance, acting as an extremely aloof and mysterious assassin like in her impressions seemed a bit weird no matter how she thought about it.
But hearing her master say it like this, she suddenly felt—
It actually seemed really suitable for her?
Small stature, light body, easily overlooked. Paired with a concealment secret art, she could silently approach the enemy.
And then kill them with a single strike.
It seemed... quite cool?
Gu Changyuan looked at the eager light in Gu Xing'er's eyes, and the smile on his lips grew deeper.
He actually just found it novel.
She used to be such a tiny baby, the kind who would call him 'Daddy' in a milky voice.
Growing up, using that excessively pretty face to be an assassin who killed in the dark.
Just thinking about it was very interesting.
Moreover, with Gu Xing'er's current appearance and physique, becoming an assassin wouldn't be considered taking a wrong path.
"Then should I... try it?"
Gu Xing'er asked tentatively, her eyes carrying a bit of expectation and a bit of uncertainty.
Gu Changyuan smiled and rubbed her head—this time, Gu Xing'er didn't dodge.
"Give it a try."
He raised his right hand.
A dagger appeared out of thin air in front of Gu Xing'er.
The crystal-purple blade gleamed with a faint, cold light in the sun.
It was exactly Xing Zixu's ancestral token.
However, Gu Changyuan gave it a name—Falling Star.
"I have placed a seal on this dagger,"
Gu Changyuan looked at Gu Xing'er, his tone serious.
"Even with your current cultivation base, you can control it. Moreover, it will continuously upgrade its tier according to your cultivation. As you grow stronger, so will it."
Gu Xing'er looked at the dagger floating in front of her, unable to help but feel a little surprised:
"Isn't this Ancestor Xing Zixu's token? Are you really going to give it to me?"

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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"