Once Called Fellow Daoist, But Now...

The demonic creature spoke, then waved its hand grandly, causing a luminous screen to materialize in mid-air.

Images flickered across the screen, as vivid as watching a movie.

The crowd turned their gazes toward it, and in an instant, their minds trembled with shock.

For the scenes displayed were none other than Gu Qingfeng’s solitary battle against a horde of demons in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.

Thousands of monstrous beings, each more grotesque and savage than the last—all at the Divine Realm—surrounded Gu Qingfeng.

Countless spells, powerful enough to shake the heavens and earth, bombarded him relentlessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening roar of explosions and battle cries filled the air.

Flames, lightning, and the dazzling glow of myriad spells illuminated the battlefield.

The sheer spectacle was as apocalyptic as the end of the world.

Yet, amidst the encirclement, Gu Qingfeng stood with unyielding arrogance and defiance, charging forward like an undefeated war god, fearless and unstoppable.

Facing what seemed like a hopeless predicament—outnumbered a thousand to one—he laughed wildly, his black hair whipping about like a demonic deity, as if mocking the futility of his foes.

Witnessing this, the onlookers from the Dark Realm gaped in stunned silence, their hearts pounding.

As Divine Realm experts themselves, they could discern that this playback was no illusion—it was an authentic record of events.

This realization only amplified their awe, akin to watching a film based on true events.

They tried to imagine themselves in his place, only to realize they could never match his audacity. Faced with such odds, they might have faltered, even lost the will to fight.

But Gu Qingfeng had not just endured—he had thrived.

Fighting one against a thousand, he abandoned all defense, charging recklessly into the fray. No matter how ferocious the attacks that struck him, he never flinched, only laughing even more wildly. Such peerless heroism, such indomitable might!

Was this the true power of the Devouring Demon Immortal Physique? Could it truly render him invincible against demons of the same realm?

At this moment, Shang Xinyan’s last shred of doubt vanished, replaced by overwhelming guilt.

So, Gu Qingfeng had never lied to her.

And to prepare a surprise for her, he had ventured alone into the perilous Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom!

He had gone to such lengths for her sake, yet what had she done?

She had doubted him, misunderstood him…

Now, the scene shifted to Gu Qingfeng coughing up blood under the demons’ relentless assault.

His figure swayed unsteadily, his face pale, blood trickling from his lips—a hero at the brink of defeat.

Shang Xinyan’s heart ached as if pierced by needles.

Her gaze fixed on Gu Qingfeng, who now stood before her with a faint smile, and emotions surged within her like a tidal wave.

Just what kind of man had she married?

They had only recently wed, their bond still fragile, yet he had risked everything for her.

He had stormed the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom alone, battling a thousand demons, refusing to retreat even when grievously wounded—all to give her a surprise.

Had it not been for this playback, she might never have known the depths of his silent sacrifices.

And now, despite having just survived such a harrowing ordeal, he stood there smiling—so effortlessly composed, yet so heartbreaking.

Tears welled uncontrollably, spilling from Shang Xinyan’s eyes like a dam breaking.

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Unaware of Shang Xinyan’s turmoil, Gu Qingfeng was lost in admiration of his own acting prowess.

It felt surreal, like watching himself star in a movie.

At the time, when he had faked his injuries, he hadn’t fully appreciated his performance. But now, seeing it from a third-person perspective, he couldn’t help but marvel.

This was Oscar-worthy material!

Every gesture, every expression—even the shape of the blood he spat—was brimming with dramatic flair!

Ah, if not for this transmigration, he could have been the next big star!

Damn transmigration, robbing him of fame and fortune!

Thud!

A fragrant breeze brushed past him, and a soft, warm figure crashed into his arms, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Looking down, he saw Shang Xinyan clinging to him.

"I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… It’s all my fault. I misunderstood you…"

She sobbed uncontrollably, her tears soaking his chest.

"It’s alright. I forgive you," Gu Qingfeng murmured gently.

Shang Xinyan trembled at his tender words, lifting her tear-streaked face to look at him.

Gu Qingfeng’s pupils dilated slightly—even in tears, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Husband, I—"

That single word, "husband," sent a ripple through Gu Qingfeng’s heart. It was the first time she had called him that.

"Shh."

He pressed a finger lightly to her lips, whispering in her ear, "I understand."

Shang Xinyan’s heart quivered, overwhelmed by emotion.

But then came Gu Qingfeng’s next words: "If you really feel bad about it… tonight—"

Hearing such a blunt suggestion, Shang Xinyan’s face flushed crimson, and she buried it against his chest.

Yet, after a brief pause, Gu Qingfeng heard a faint, shy "Mm."

She had agreed.

Delighted, Gu Qingfeng was about to follow up with another smooth line when his peripheral vision caught something—his expression instantly darkened.

The playback had reached the part where he defeated the thousand Divine Realm demons and was about to face the White Fox Queen!

This was unacceptable!

With a flick of his finger, a surge of energy shot forth like a laser, striking the demon responsible for the playback.

Whoosh!

A thumb-sized hole pierced straight through the demon’s skull, revealing the scenery on the other side.

Thud!

The demon collapsed, and the projection in the sky dissipated instantly.

The crowd recoiled in shock, bewildered by Gu Qingfeng’s sudden violence.

"Hmph! If you had this ability, why didn’t you use it sooner? Making my Xinyan misunderstand me—you deserved death!" Gu Qingfeng declared coldly.

The demons shuddered at his unreasonable tyranny. Even after contributing, their comrade had been executed without hesitation.

The humans, too, fell into stunned silence, exchanging uneasy glances under the weight of his dominance.

Only Shang Xinyan’s heart fluttered.

She knew—he had killed the demon for her sake.

With another wave of his hand, Gu Qingfeng released the suppression binding the others.

As their bodies lightened, freedom returned. They watched Gu Qingfeng and Shang Xinyan embrace, their expressions a mix of awe and complicated emotions.

After a moment’s hesitation, Jue Mingzi stepped forward, clasping his hands in apology. "Fellow Daoist Gu, earlier, we misunderstood—"

But before he could finish, Gu Qingfeng cut him off impatiently: "Have some tact, won’t you? Stop standing around like third wheels. All of you—dismissed."

The crowd stood frozen, speechless.

Well, well, back when you first joined the Dark Realm, you kept calling everyone "fellow cultivator" this and "fellow cultivator" that. But now? You've gone straight to addressing us as "you lot."

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