"Hmph, in my opinion, this could very well be a conspiracy between the Mirror Demon and Gu Qingfeng, plotting against our Demon Suppression Bureau! I suggest we first examine Gu Qingfeng's body to see if he's a cultist from the Blood Demon Cult."
"Indeed, I second that."
The atmosphere in the great hall suddenly became tense.
Gu Qingfeng saw that these officials didn't trust him, and they wanted to examine his body?
With the numerous secrets he carried, how could he possibly allow them to examine him?
Ah.
Gu Qingfeng sighed inwardly, realizing he couldn't stay at the Demon Suppression Bureau any longer. What a pity that his little corpse demon would be left alone.
He was already preparing to make his move.
At this moment, Li Qianren, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
"What Gu Qingfeng says should be true."
Gu Qingfeng was momentarily stunned upon hearing these words. Li Qianren was speaking up for him? Why would he help someone with no connection to him?
"Lord Li, in such an obvious matter, how could what he says possibly be true?" a Ground-rank demon hunter urgently asked.
"My judgment is never wrong," Li Qianren said coldly.
"But... but how do you explain that masters who practice external martial arts couldn't kill the Mirror Demon, yet he could?"
"It's simple," Li Qianren stated confidently. "First, the Mirror Demon's inability to copy external martial arts must be true. The physical body belongs to Yang, while the soul belongs to Yin. External martial arts that specifically train the physical body are methods of pure Yang and ultimate firmness, forging the body to be fierce and solid, full of Yang energy.
As for the demons' Yin domain, as everyone knows, it's of Yin attribute. Yin and Yang oppose each other, so the Mirror Demon cannot fully copy Gu Qingfeng's external martial arts cultivation, which is why he could defeat the copy and the Mirror Demon using external martial arts."
Gu Qingfeng was stunned listening to this. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have believed Li Qianren's explanation was the truth.
"But that's not right, Lord Li. According to your explanation, masters who practice external martial arts shouldn't be fully copied by the Mirror Demon either, so why couldn't they defeat it with their external martial arts?" a Ground-rank demon hunter questioned.
Yes! Why couldn't they? Gu Qingfeng also became curious and wanted to hear Li Qianren's explanation.
Li Qianren snorted coldly: "Foolish. You're already at half-step master level, how can you not see something so simple?"
That person didn't dare to speak up.
Li Qianren continued: "Let me ask you, if you were to master the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt now, would it improve your combat ability?"
The person hesitated before answering: "At my half-step master level, even if I mastered the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, it wouldn't improve my strength. The defense these two external arts provide is inferior to my Hardened Qi Realm protection."
"So now you understand?" Li Qianren looked at him coldly: "If this is true for you, it's even more so for those at the Innate realm who have become masters. Those masters who practice external martial arts only trained them in their youth. No one has ever reached master level through external martial arts alone, so the boost from external arts is negligible. Against a copy, such a tiny advantage is practically meaningless."
At this point, the Ground-rank demon hunter finally understood.
Gu Qingfeng understood too, and was completely dumbfounded. Li Qianren was truly a genius of logic - how could he explain it away so perfectly?
In modern terms, Li Qianren's explanation was like two people fighting with guns - one wearing a T-shirt, the other wearing a down jacket.
The people with guns represent masters, the one in the T-shirt is the copy, and the one in the down jacket represents the original body with external martial arts training. So, does wearing a down jacket provide any advantage?
The answer is obvious.
However, this situation is very different for lower-level martial artists like Gu Qingfeng. It's like two people fighting bare-handed - one naked, the other wearing full protective gear. The advantage is clear.
Gu Qingfeng never expected that just when he was planning to desert the Demon Suppression Bureau, he would be saved by Li Qianren's clever mind.
Was Li Qianren stupid? No, he was very intelligent. But the most common mistake smart people make is being too clever for their own good.
This was actually a case of knowledge obstruction - trying to understand unknown things with known knowledge often leads to misconceptions, like being unable to see the forest for the trees.
Li Qianren knew too much, and with the information about the Mirror Demon being two hundred years old with many gaps, he could only fill in the blanks with speculation, forcing logical consistency to make his explanation work.
"So does this mean the Mirror Demon was really killed by Gu Qingfeng?"
Li Qianren shook his head: "What I mean is that while Gu Qingfeng could defeat his own copy, it doesn't necessarily mean he killed the Mirror Demon."
Gu Qingfeng was completely stunned. Brother, what are you imagining now?
"As far as I know, besides copying abilities, the Mirror Demon also had a technique called Mirror Invasion, similar to possession, which could turn people into mirror slaves. Only masters or those who have touched the master realm consciousness can resist Mirror Invasion, because comprehending the master realm consciousness makes one's soul highly condensed and powerful. This is why the Demon Suppression Bureau sent ten genius martial artists at the half-step master level to deal with the Mirror Demon back then."
"Are you saying Gu Qingfeng might have already become a mirror slave?" a Ground-rank demon hunter suddenly asked with a grave expression.
Upon hearing this, everyone tensely stared at Gu Qingfeng, with some even placing their hands on their weapons.
A person's reputation, like a tree's shadow, carries weight. The Mirror Demon's name had resounded throughout the world two hundred years ago. If Gu Qingfeng had really become a mirror slave, it was no wonder they were so alarmed.
Seeing everyone's hostility, Gu Qingfeng's emotions were like a roller coaster. Just a moment ago, he thought everything was fine and was mentally thanking Li Qianren, but now, he just wanted to curse.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
