I heard you are very good at playing the flute

As the Devouring Divine Ability was unleashed, the arm held in Gu Qingfeng's grasp instantly withered like a dried-up branch, visibly shriveling at an alarming rate. It was as if all the blood had been drained from it.

"No! My billion years of cultivated power!" Elder Yan's eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he felt with horrifying clarity that the arm of his True Immortal physique, condensed through immense cultivation, was now irreversibly lost—devoured.

But there was no time to mourn the arm now.

"Princess, run! This old servant will hold—"

Before Elder Yan could finish his words, a shadow suddenly engulfed him. His breath hitched, his hair stood on end, and his voice died in his throat.

"You—"

Thud!

The moment he spat out that single word, a massive hand clamped onto his skull like a vice, fingers digging in like iron hooks.

Crack!

Five bloody holes punctured Elder Yan's head.

Gu Qingfeng's fingers pierced through the skull, sinking deep into the brain as if gripping a bowling ball.

A chilling voice echoed.

"The weak have no right to survive. Offer your strength to this Emperor! Hehehe..."

"Devour Heaven and Earth!"

The divine ability activated instantly, unleashing an overwhelming suction force from Gu Qingfeng's palm. Elder Yan's face paled rapidly, his body withering before their eyes.

Not even a scream escaped him. His entire form shriveled like a vacuum-sealed bag, collapsing into a wrinkled husk—his True Immortal physique utterly devoured, leaving behind only a crumpled human skin.

"Elder Yan!!"

A furious and horrified woman's voice rang out from a million miles away.

It was the Princess.

As it turned out, she hadn't waited for Elder Yan's warning to flee. The moment she saw his arm torn off, she had already bolted.

But what shocked her was how utterly useless Elder Yan had been—unable to even stall for a single second before dying.

"Hehehe..." Gu Qingfeng laughed maniacally as he watched the woman's fleeing figure. "Your turn now!"

The Princess panicked, slapping several immortal talismans onto herself. Her speed skyrocketed instantly.

Yet, no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outpace Gu Qingfeng. With trillions of years of power fueling him, time itself seemed meaningless. A million miles vanished in an instant.

Suddenly, a towering, demonic figure loomed before her.

The Princess' face drained of color, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably.

Without hesitation, she crushed a jade talisman in her grip.

Boom!

A radiant immortal light surged into the heavens, materializing into an ethereal projection—a breathtakingly beautiful fairy clad in pristine white robes, her long black hair flowing like silk. Her aura was transcendent, her presence untouchable, as if nothing in this world could faze her.

"Master, save me!" the Princess cried out in desperation.

The projected woman glanced at her calmly and spoke in a soothing, unshakable tone. "Do not panic. With me here, the heavens will not fall."

Her serene confidence steadied the Princess' frantic heart.

But then—

"Hehehe... The heavens have fallen!"

Gu Qingfeng's sinister laughter cut through the air as he leered at the projection.

He could sense it—this woman's power was unfathomable, far beyond that of a True Immortal.

But so what?

The confidence granted by trillions of years of cultivation wasn't something to scoff at.

And even if his power wasn't enough, Gu Qingfeng still had three ultimate weapons—gifts from his "loving" family.

The Star-Extinguishing Demonfire. The Immortal-Binding Chains. And the Nine Heavens Absolute Ice—Freezing Spirit, Sealing Soul, Frost-Piercing Pillar!

A mere projection? Even if her true form descended today, he'd make sure she left in pairs!

The projected woman turned her gaze to Gu Qingfeng, a faint frown creasing her brow.

"Have the natives of the lower realm grown so arrogant these—Hmm!?"

Her words were cut short as her expression twisted in alarm. Instinctively, she raised her hands in defense.

Because Gu Qingfeng had struck.

Boom!

A single palm strike from him sent the world trembling, space collapsing, and the very laws of existence wailing in despair.

A demonic claw descended from the heavens, its momentum rivaling the sky itself, as if intent on annihilating all creation.

The projected woman's composure shattered. Gritting her teeth, she raised both jade-like hands in a desperate attempt to block the attack.

Yet, in the next instant—

Aaaah!

Her form splintered apart, bursting into a rain of light before vanishing completely.

"Hehehe... Little girl, your skills don't match your big mouth."

Gu Qingfeng threw his head back in laughter before turning his gaze to the stunned Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty.

"I heard you're quite skilled at playing the flute?"

"Y-you... Stay away! I am the Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! My father's favorite daughter! If you dare—"

Slap!

Before she could finish, a resounding smack landed on her delicate, porcelain-like cheek, instantly swelling it to twice its size.

The Princess froze, then shrieked, "You hit me?! Even my father has never—"

Slap!

Her other cheek swelled to match.

"Weren't you going to enslave this Emperor?"

"I—"

Slap!

"Weren't you going to chop me into pieces?"

Slap!

"Weren't you looking down on us 'lower realm natives'?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Waaah! Stop! Please, I beg you! I'll compensate you—anything you want!" The Princess wailed, tears streaming down her bruised face.

"Anything? Then play me a tune. Do it well, and I might spare you. Do it poorly... Heh."

Trembling, the Princess hastily pulled out a jade flute and pressed it to her quivering lips.

A sorrowful melody filled the air, weaving a tale of a woman's lament.

When the last note faded, she peered at Gu Qingfeng fearfully, awaiting judgment.

"Passable," he said dismissively. "From now on, you'll be this Emperor's flute slave."

"W-what?! A slave?! Never! I am a Princess of the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! If my father finds out—"

Snap!

Gu Qingfeng flicked his fingers, summoning a wisp of eerie purple flame in his palm.

The surrounding space warped, as if the very laws of reality were burning away.

The Princess' voice died instantly. Her entire body shook as if she'd seen the devil himself.

"T-the... Star-Extinguishing Demonfire?! Y-you... You're the Star-Extinguishing Immortal King?!"

Thud!

She collapsed to her knees, drenched in cold sweat, kowtowing frantically.

"This lowly one was blind to your majesty! Please, Immortal King, spare the Feather Transformation Immortal Dynasty! This worthless life is yours to take!"

With that, she raised a delicate hand, aiming to strike her own skull in atonement.

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