"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.
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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
