Fear Not for My Son, He Bears the Demeanor of an Immortal King

"Be...be your son!?" Ye Wuyou's eyes widened abruptly, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

It was from sheer rage.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from him, soaring into the heavens as if he had suffered an unbearable insult.

The person he hated most in his life was his father. After finally escaping his father's clutches and refining his body into that of a Demonic Infant, was he now supposed to accept another father figure?

How could he tolerate this?

The faint trace of gratitude he had felt toward Gu Qingfeng for shielding him from the heavenly tribulation instantly vanished without a trace.

"Don’t think that just because you blocked a heavenly tribulation for me, I’ll be grateful! Want to be my foster father? Go to hell!"

Ye Wuyou roared violently, his blood-red robes billowing. His innocent, childlike face twisted into a mask of ferocity and malice.

Boom!

An overwhelming aura of evil spread from his tiny, bean-sized figure, distorting the surrounding void and dyeing the entire sky crimson.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou was like a demon god emerging from the abyss—his demonic might shaking the heavens!

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes gleamed brightly as he observed Ye Wuyou in this state. With such imposing presence, who else could this child be but his own son?

Ye Wuyou suddenly raised his hand, summoning a blackened skull wreathed in endless bloodflames. It shrieked piercingly as it shot forward.

"Die!"

His innocent face was now a portrait of savagery. He knew the man who wanted to be his foster father was strong—after all, he had just withstood a heavenly tribulation.

But Ye Wuyou remained confident. Though the true horror of a Demonic Infant lay not in combat but in potential, that was only relative—because their potential was so overwhelming that it overshadowed their battle prowess.

Little did people know, the combat power of a Demonic Infant was nothing to scoff at. Having become one, Ye Wuyou’s mana had long transformed into the far more sinister and terrifying True Demon Power. This malevolent force was unrivaled in offensive and corruptive capabilities within the same realm. Even opponents a full major realm above would suffer grievously if struck.

Moreover, at such close range, a sudden ambush was nearly impossible to defend against. A single wound would allow the True Demon Power to invade the enemy’s body—and that would be his chance!

Thus, the attack carrying all of Ye Wuyou’s hopes surged toward Gu Qingfeng.

Boom!

The bloodflame-wreathed black skull underwent another transformation midair, releasing an eerie, intangible ripple from its maw.

A deafening screech erupted, like a raging tsunami, crashing toward Gu Qingfeng.

The heavens trembled violently as the void convulsed, resembling a storm-tossed sea.

It turned out Ye Wuyou’s strike concealed a hidden trick—what seemed like one attack was actually two combined. Within the terrifying demonic divine ability lurked a sonic assault, all for the sake of a sneak attack!

Caught off guard, the sonic waves would disrupt Gu Qingfeng’s mind, leaving him defenseless. With his focus shattered, how could he muster even a fraction of his strength to resist the demonic technique?

True to his origins from Mount Wuyou, Ye Wuyou was a born assassin—preferring ambushes over direct confrontations, and treachery over honorable combat.

In an instant, the bloodflame skull, radiating apocalyptic might, descended upon Gu Qingfeng—who remained motionless.

Seeing this, Ye Wuyou’s lips curled into a vicious smirk. He knew why Gu Qingfeng wasn’t moving—the sonic attack had paralyzed him.

No matter how strong he was, taking a full-force strike unprepared would be fatal even for a Profound Immortal!

In life-or-death battles, raw power alone didn’t determine the victor.

Throughout his life, Ye Wuyou had triumphed over countless foes many times stronger than himself. Today would be no exception!

Yet just as he was reveling in his triumph, Gu Qingfeng moved—or rather, didn’t move. Only his mouth opened slightly, his body otherwise still.

Then, something astonishing happened.

The monstrous black skull, wreathed in towering bloodflames and emitting world-shaking demonic screeches—

Whoosh!

—was sucked straight into Gu Qingfeng’s mouth with a single gulp.

Gulp!

He chewed twice, swallowed, and wore an expression of utter satisfaction.

Ding!

Host has been attacked by Demonic Infant Ye Wuyou.

True Demon Power +1,000,000 +1,000,000 +1,000,000 +......

Gu Qingfeng could clearly feel the mana within his body undergoing a bizarre transformation, becoming increasingly alive, as if sentient.

It was as if any strand of his mana, if released into another’s body, would act like a living parasite—burrowing in voraciously, devouring flesh to grow stronger, and eventually turning on its host.

This was utterly inconceivable. Gu Qingfeng’s mana had already undergone a qualitative evolution through the Eternal Night Lamp Technique, making it incomparable to before. Yet even this refined mana had been infected and assimilated by the True Demon Power, becoming even more demonic in nature.

Witnessing this, Ye Wuyou stood frozen in shock, his large, innocent eyes bulging.

His delicate, jade-like hands trembled as he pointed at Gu Qingfeng. "Y-you... you ate it... How is this possible!?"

Ye Wuyou was beyond stunned. He never imagined that a point-blank ambush with dual-layered attacks wouldn’t even scratch this man—instead, his attack had been devoured!?

Even a Profound Immortal would have been crippled by that strike, and a Golden Immortal wouldn’t dare to eat it. Yet Gu Qingfeng had done just that!

What kind of monster was he!?

Could he even win this fight??

Gu Qingfeng looked at the petrified Ye Wuyou and patted his head affectionately, like a proud father whose child had aced an exam.

"Kekeke... My son Wuyou truly has the bearing of an Immortal King. That was quite the strike."

At this moment, Ye Wuyou’s expression shifted rapidly, as if performing a face-changing act.

Terror, fury, disbelief, panic, humiliation, struggle, dread...

It was hard to believe a baby’s face could display so many emotions at once.

In the end, under the crushing weight of reality, all these complex feelings coalesced into a forced smile—though they didn’t vanish, merely hid behind the grin.

No matter how harsh life was, one had to face it with a smile.

Thud!

The infant Ye Wuyou dropped to his knees.

He raised his cherubic face, putting on his most adorable expression. "Wuyou lost his father young. Meeting you today, I feel an instant connection. If you’ll have me, I’d be honored to call you Father. Please grant me this wish."

As he spoke these words, something deep within Ye Wuyou’s heart shattered.

He had bowed to life’s cruelty, bearing the burden alone—from this day forth, Wuyou (Carefree) would no longer be carefree.

"Kekeke..." Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily at his newly adopted son.

"Today, the heavens have blessed me with Wuyou—a true Immortal King in the making! Rise, my son, rise!"

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