Your Son Is Still in My Hands

Gu Qingfeng turned around in the boudoir and saw Yin Yudie standing frozen in place, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on him. He immediately barked in displeasure, "Even shit-eating can't keep up with you! Can't you see this Emperor has already stepped into the killing array's core? What the hell are you still standing around for? Attack!"

Yin Yudie snapped out of her daze, her face paling and flushing in humiliation from Gu Qingfeng's insults. But with the arrow already nocked, she had no choice but to shoot.

She raised her fair, jade-like hands and swiftly formed a series of hand seals.

In an instant, a surge of ghostly energy erupted, plunging the world into darkness.

The scenery before Gu Qingfeng twisted and warped, as if he had been transported into a sinister purgatory—an endless expanse of impenetrable blackness.

From within the darkness came the wails of ghosts and howls of demons.

Boom!

A visible gale of malevolent wind swept in from all directions, followed by a corrosive rain of blood that transformed into spears and arrows, raining down in a frenzy.

At the same time, towering mountains of bleached bones rose from the ground, crushing toward Gu Qingfeng.

This killing array was truly terrifying. In less than a thousandth of an instant, countless deadly forces had surrounded Gu Qingfeng, leaving him no room to escape or evade.

The overwhelming power distorted the surrounding void, painting a hellish tableau.

The might of this array had already surpassed the level of a Profound Immortal, faintly rivaling even a Golden Immortal.

Yin Yudie's sinister voice echoed from all directions, "I don't know what gives you such confidence, but within my Rakshasa Grand Array, you're nothing but a caged bird, a turtle in a jar—utterly trapped!

"You don't carry the immortal aura of a Golden Immortal. Even if you've hidden your cultivation, at best, you're only at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm. You won't leave here alive. Blame your own arrogance—not only did you help me perfect this array, but you also walked right into my trap. Hehe..."

"You talk too damn much. Don’t make this Emperor slap you during such a delightful moment."

Gu Qingfeng's irritated voice rang out from within the array.

Yin Yudie flared with rage. "Still running your mouth at death's door? Die!"

The terrifying forces instantly swallowed Gu Qingfeng whole.

The mountains of bones crushed down on him, the blood-rain spears and arrows relentlessly struck his body, and the soul-scattering yin winds howled against him.

Yet, despite their fearsome appearance, these attacks only served to temper his flesh, amplify his magic power, and nourish his divine soul.

The all-encompassing sensation of refinement was as warm and comforting as returning to the womb.

Truly, family knows best.

Yin Yudie watched as Gu Qingfeng was engulfed by the onslaught, a glint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

"The Rakshasa Grand Array will grind your flesh to dust, corrupt your magic, and dissolve your soul. With all three strikes combined, even if you were a Golden Immortal caught unprepared, you’d still meet your end!"

"Shut the hell up already. Can’t you focus?" Gu Qingfeng's annoyed voice called out again.

Yin Yudie stiffened, her face paling in shock. "You're still alive?!"

"Stop wasting time and pour everything you’ve got into this array. Use every last drop of strength you have!"

"You bastard! Still mocking me?" Yin Yudie channeled her full power, her ghostly energy surging as she poured everything into the Rakshasa Array.

Gu Qingfeng only grew more comfortable, as if luxuriating in a hot spring.

Even his dizziness eased significantly, and he nearly dozed off in bliss.

An hour later...

The mountains of corpses, the storm of blood—all of it dissipated.

Gu Qingfeng lay motionless in the boudoir like a corpse, his expression serene, a faint smile on his lips.

Yin Yudie, her body nearly drained of energy, staggered forward with a triumphant smirk. "Finally dead. Who knew he’d be so tenacious? I nearly exhausted all my magic power. But at least his body remains intact. Once I devour him—along with that brat Ye Wuyou—my cultivation will surely advance another level. Breaking through to Golden Immortal is just around the corner."

Her eyes gleamed with a sinister green light, her face deathly pale, lips crimson as blood.

As she approached Gu Qingfeng, she sniffed greedily, as if savoring the aroma of a feast.

SLAP!

A brutal backhand snapped her out of her delusion.

Gu Qingfeng, now wide awake, glared at her furiously. "Who the hell told you to stop? Keep going!"

Yin Yudie reeled from the blow, taking a moment to process before gasping in horror, "You—you’re alive?!"

SLAP!

"I said keep going! Are you deaf?!"

Even the dimmest person would realize by now that this man was far beyond her ability to handle. Terrified, she turned to flee.

"You think you can escape after falling into this Emperor’s hands?"

Gu Qingfeng waved a hand, summoning a terrifying suction force that dragged Yin Yudie back. He seized her delicate neck in a vice-like grip.

She let out a pained cry, her face twisted in fear.

"Are you going to keep dragging this out, or do I have to help you?"

"I—I’m the concubine of an elder from the Netherworld Hall! If you dare—"

SLAP!

Another brutal slap sent her flying. Her beautiful cheekbone caved in, blood trickling from her lips, her hair disheveled—utterly disgraced.

"Was that one of the options I gave you?"

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes burned with malice, demonic energy roiling around him. He leaned down, staring straight into Yin Yudie’s panicked gaze.

Suddenly, he grabbed her delicate face, roughly pinching and stretching her cheeks, distorting her pretty lips.

"Such a lovely ghost girl... too bad she had to open her mouth. This Emperor already told you—out of all the female ghosts in Netherbane City, you were the one given a chance. But you wasted it! You wasted it!"

He laughed darkly, slapping her delicate face repeatedly, the sheer menace in his gaze making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Since you’re so useless, this Emperor might as well grant you death."

With that, he tightened his grip on her neck, ready to end her.

Yin Yudie thrashed in terror. "I’ll drag it out! I’ll drag it out!"

She trembled violently, clawing at the air.

Gu Qingfeng’s lips curled into a sinister grin. "Keh keh keh... Did you really think this Emperor needed a woman like you? If not for experiencing the local customs, you’d have died long ago. Now you finally understand? Too late!"

He began to squeeze.

"N-no! You can’t kill me! Your son is still in my hands!"

Gu Qingfeng remained unmoved. Ever since learning of the Star Extreme Immortal King’s whereabouts, Ye Wuyou’s value had plummeted.

"Keh keh keh... If he dies like this, then he was never fit to be this Emperor’s son in the first place. And if he’s not fit to be my son... why should I care if he lives or dies?"

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