Gu Qingfeng He's Not Up to It

"Flame Emperor!?"

Xiao Fan was instantly shocked. "What Flame Emperor? What are you talking about?"

"Keh keh keh... Xiao Fan, you are the Flame Emperor," Old Ghost cackled.

"I’m the Flame Emperor?" Xiao Fan grew even more bewildered. "Senior, please don’t joke around."

"Xiao Fan, you are the reincarnation of the Flame Emperor. Otherwise, how could you have obtained his legacy? Do you really think anyone can just inherit an emperor’s legacy? That was the Flame Emperor—the restrictions he set couldn’t be broken even by a Supreme, let alone a Quasi-Emperor. So why were you the only one who could enter?

Because it was prepared for you."

"I... I’m the reincarnation of the Flame Emperor?" Xiao Fan was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. "I’m just an unwanted branch family disciple of the Xiao Clan. How could I possibly..."

Old Ghost chuckled without answering.

"If I’m the Flame Emperor, then who are you?"

"Keh keh keh... My dear disciple, I am your master! Back then, after I helped you ascend to the throne of the Flame Emperor, I planted the seed of the Dao of Life and Death within you just before your natural end. Then, I sent you into a cycle of a hundred reincarnations, experiencing endless cycles of life and death.

Now, at last, the seed has bloomed within you. It’s time for you to awaken!"

As the words "awaken" echoed, Old Ghost’s form became unfathomable, his voice resonating like a great bell, shaking the heavens.

Something terrifying within Xiao Fan’s body seemed to stir, his heart pounding violently.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Ah!"

Xiao Fan let out a scream as an unbearable pain surged through his head, spreading like a tide across his entire body.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly rose from the ground, as if he had become an entirely different person.

His eyes were as deep as black holes, as though they had witnessed the rise and fall of countless ages. His youthful face now carried a trace of weariness and nostalgia.

"Long time no see, Old Ghost," a voice far too mature for his age calmly spoke.

Old Ghost sighed faintly as he looked at Xiao Fan. "Ah, you won’t even call me ‘Master’ anymore."

Xiao Fan seemed all too familiar with Old Ghost and ignored him, instead raising his hand.

The space above his palm instantly twisted, a terrifying fluctuation gathering within, as if something world-shaking was being forged.

The next moment—

Whoosh!

A tiny black-and-white flame flickered to life in his palm.

In an instant, the void around them was dyed in monochrome.

Within the black-and-white flames, endless Dao patterns swirled—mysterious, profound, and magnificent.

Anyone who gazed upon this flame would feel an instinctive terror, the primal fear of standing between life and death!

"So this is the Profound Flame of Life and Death? After enduring a hundred reincarnations, it truly is extraordinary!" Xiao Fan observed the flame in his hand with a calm expression. Though his words carried awe, his face remained utterly unmoved, as if nothing in this world could stir his emotions.

"Keh keh keh... My dear disciple, after protecting you through a hundred lifetimes, the Profound Flame of Life and Death has finally manifested. With this flame, those old undying beings in the Burial Grounds can finally be revived. The Heaven-Destroying Plan I’ve schemed for countless ages can now begin!"

Xiao Fan withdrew his hand, and the Profound Flame vanished instantly.

"It’s not enough. The flame is still too weak to revive them all. I must reclaim my former strength and... become the Flame Emperor once more."

"Don’t worry, Master has already arranged everything. This era’s throne of the Flame Emperor belongs to none but you."

"Unnecessary. Now that I’ve awakened, no one in this world can contend with me," Xiao Fan stated plainly, his tone devoid of arrogance—merely stating a fact.

"Oh? Don’t forget about the Forsaken Emperor."

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Fan’s eyes. "Gu Qingfeng? He’s unworthy.

A man who abandoned his true self for the sake of immortality has no right to challenge me."

"Keh keh keh... Well said! Those of our path seek immortality by defying the heavens, not by groveling beneath them!"

"Once this is done, I will settle my grudge with him personally. Not only did he steal the woman of this lifetime from me, but his own woman nearly killed me. This debt must be repaid."

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Xiao Weier was in chaos—absolute chaos.

Because not long ago, she had witnessed the wife of the Heavenly Demon Sect’s leader transform into her exact likeness—down to the last strand of hair, even the red mole on her backside.

Then, she went into seclusion with the sect leader.

Oh, there was one difference—the sect leader’s wife was slightly... larger.

The feeling was surreal. Xiao Weier had been stationed outside the chamber, and as a cultivator, her senses were sharp. She could hear everything happening inside with perfect clarity.

It was as if another version of herself was in there, speaking in her exact voice—yet uttering words so shameless she could never imagine saying them herself.

The sheer realism of it all made her feel as though she were the one inside, her face burning crimson just from standing outside.

Just as she was on the verge of fainting from the overwhelming sensation, a petite figure approached.

The girl was no taller than five feet, dressed in a blood-red gown, her long black hair cascading down her back. Her delicate features were icy, exuding an aura that warned others to stay away.

"New here? You’re quite the looker."

Xiao Weier jumped in surprise before turning to the little girl. "Little sister, who are you?"

The girl’s face darkened instantly. "Little sister? Do you have any idea who I am? I am the Netherworld’s Holy Maiden!"

Xiao Weier gasped in realization. "You’re Luo Li, the possessor of the Samsara Immortal Body! What are you doing here?"

"Same as you."

"What! You were also captured by that wicked woman?"

"No. I was captured by her man."

Xiao Weier’s eyes widened further. "You were taken by the Heavenly Demon Sect Leader?"

Just mentioning that name made her tremble—its infamy was too terrifying.

"Mm," Luo Li replied impassively.

"Even the Netherworld can’t stand against the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Luo Li gave her a look as if she were an idiot. "Have you been living under a rock? How could you ask such a foolish question? Who in this world could possibly oppose the Heavenly Demon Sect?

And who could ever kill Mas—cough—Gu Qingfeng?"

"Wait, what were you about to say just now?" Xiao Weier frowned.

Luo Li’s cheeks flushed slightly. "Nothing. Just a slip of the tongue."

But even as she said this, her mind involuntarily replayed those days of forced... "reeducation."

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