Princess Qinglin with Strong Teeth

"Master, Princess Qinglin has been brought before you."

"Release me at once! How dare you lay hands on this princess, you traitors!" Princess Qinglin, clad in a flowing cyan dress, struggled fiercely.

But her cultivation had been sealed, rendering her resistance futile.

Seated high upon his throne, Gu Qingfeng observed her with amused interest. "Raise your head. Let this sovereign have a proper look at you."

"Spit! You lowly human! How dare you capture this princess? Just you wait—"

"Slap her."

Gu Qingfeng's command was calm.

The two demonic guards restraining Princess Qinglin immediately began striking her.

Slap! Slap!

Two resounding blows—one on each cheek—left her delicate face swollen and red.

"You dare strike me?! This princess will have your heads!"

Princess Qinglin shrieked in fury, her demeanor unmistakably that of a spoiled, willful princess accustomed to getting her way.

Not that it was surprising. After all, the Azure Demon Emperor was the most formidable power in the Qing Realm. His daughter had undoubtedly been raised in unquestioned privilege.

"Continue," Gu Qingfeng said indifferently.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sound of relentless strikes filled the air.

Soon, the time it took for an incense stick to burn had passed.

The once-defiant Princess Qinglin, after enduring hundreds of slaps, had finally been reduced to tears.

The pain was one thing—but the humiliation was unbearable. Never in her life had she suffered such indignity.

Humans had always been playthings beneath her, slaves no better than livestock. Yet now, the tables had turned. The slaves had become masters, and she, a princess, had been subjected to hundreds of blows by their command.

The sheer disgrace of it overwhelmed her, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Still feel like shouting?"

Princess Qinglin trembled, her head bowed, her delicate frame shaking with quiet sobs. She dared not speak.

Her once-lovely face was now swollen beyond recognition, any trace of beauty long gone.

"Release her cultivation seal. Then you may leave."

"As you command, Master."

The two divine-realm demons obeyed at once, swiftly retreating from the hall.

With her cultivation restored, Princess Qinglin's demonic energy surged through her body. The swelling on her face rapidly subsided, and within moments, her peerless beauty returned.

Only one thing had changed—her former arrogance had been replaced by tearful fragility.

"Raise your head."

Princess Qinglin shuddered. After a hesitant pause, she slowly lifted her gaze.

Gu Qingfeng studied her carefully. She was indeed a rare beauty, though in terms of sheer allure, she couldn't compare to the White Fox Queen.

Yet she possessed one undeniable advantage—her skin.

Perhaps it was a racial trait, but the mermaid clan's complexion was astonishingly smooth and dewy. Her fair, rosy skin seemed so tender it might drip water at the slightest touch.

"Come closer. Stand before this sovereign."

Princess Qinglin trembled even more violently, clearly terrified of the man who had ordered her beaten hundreds of times.

She hesitated, unwilling to approach.

Gu Qingfeng lost patience. Turning to the White Fox Queen massaging his shoulders, he commanded, "Go. Slap her another five hundred times. Keep going until she obeys."

The White Fox Queen flinched, thinking to herself that this man truly had no concept of gentleness toward women.

Just as she stepped forward, Princess Qinglin cried out in fear, "No! No more! I'll come!"

She hurried to Gu Qingfeng's side, her head lowered, her face a mask of panic.

"Look up. Do not make this sovereign repeat himself."

Terrified, Princess Qinglin instantly raised her head.

Gu Qingfeng examined her at close range, then reached out and pinched her cheek, squeezing it into a pout that exposed two pearly front teeth.

"Fine teeth. As expected of the mermaid clan."

Princess Qinglin burned with shame. She felt like livestock being inspected—even her teeth were being judged.

With a wicked grin, Gu Qingfeng leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.

Her face drained of color.

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The next day.

Gu Qingfeng smirked at Princess Qinglin, whose eyes brimmed with a mix of terror and hatred.

So these demons, who had once treated humans as cattle, could also feel fear and resentment.

As the saying went: Those not of our kind will never share our hearts. Those of different lands cannot share the same sky.

Demons had never regarded humans as people. So why should Gu Qingfeng ever treat demons as anything but beasts?

Slap!

Another sharp blow landed on Princess Qinglin's cheek.

"Keep glaring, and I’ll pluck those eyes right out of your skull. I hear fish eyes are good for vision—might as well try them!"

Instantly, the hatred in her gaze vanished, replaced by sheer terror.

With a cold snort, Gu Qingfeng forced Princess Qinglin to swear fealty to him before turning to more pressing matters—

Looting the Demon Nation's treasury!

The wealth of the Great Yan Dynasty's vaults had already made him unimaginably rich. The Demon Nation's hoard would be beyond comparison.

The Demon Nation ruled the entire Qing Realm. Its treasury was undoubtedly filled with the world's most precious treasures and riches. Not taking them would be leaving a fortune in the hands of demons.

Now, the Demon Nation was little more than Gu Qingfeng's personal garden. No demon dared oppose him. Led by a divine-realm demon, he soon arrived at the treasury.

The moment he stepped inside, Gu Qingfeng was stunned.

It was like a beggar stumbling upon a mountain of gold—except this mountain was his for the taking.

The sheer volume of heavenly treasures, spiritual herbs, rare artifacts, elixirs, and enchanted weapons defied description. "Piled like mountains" didn't do it justice—it was an endless sea of wealth.

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