After dealing with the female water ghost, Gu Qingfeng promptly sealed her away in a dimensional space and then returned to shore.
On the shore, Wang Fatty and Xu Daizi, who had been anxiously waiting, suddenly noticed ripples forming in the center of the pond. They quickly turned their attention to it, only to see the water surface explode violently as a figure shot out, performing six consecutive backflips in mid-air before landing gracefully.
It was already dark, and Wang Fatty and Xu Daizi couldn’t make out the figure’s face clearly. However, based on the flamboyant entrance, they were certain it was their master. They rushed over to Gu Qingfeng with excitement.
"Master Gu, are you alright? What about the water ghost?" Wang Fatty asked urgently.
Gu Qingfeng shook his head, sending his wet black hair flying behind him, revealing his handsome face. He smoothed his hair, making sure his appearance was perfect, and then said, "With me personally handling it, of course it was taken care of. Let’s head back to Yin Mountain County and celebrate at the finest tavern."
Upon hearing they were going to the best tavern in town, Wang Fatty and Xu Daizi reacted differently. Xu Daizi was thrilled, but Wang Fatty’s heart sank as he mentally calculated how much money he had left.
After spending so much time with Gu Qingfeng, Wang Fatty had come to understand his master’s stingy nature. Since the day they met, Gu Qingfeng had never spent a single coin, except for one time when he spent two copper coins—but that was a story best left untold. The memory of the last time Gu Qingfeng "treated" them was still fresh in his mind.
Wang Fatty’s sixth sense told him that it was best not to let Master Gu pay, as every time he did, something bad happened.
The three of them, each with their own thoughts, headed to the largest tavern in Yin Mountain County.
Why did they each have their own thoughts?
Xu Daizi was looking forward to trying the local specialties of Yin Mountain County.
Wang Fatty was worried about whether he had enough money to cover the bill.
And Gu Qingfeng? He was thinking about how to surprise He Fenghua.
Dining at the finest tavern was the first step in his plan—to create an alibi.
The largest tavern in Yin Mountain County was called the Drunken Immortal Tower, and it was bustling with activity even late at night. Many guests were drinking and enjoying themselves.
As soon as Gu Qingfeng and his companions entered the Drunken Immortal Tower, the lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent, creating an eerie vacuum.
Countless eyes, both overt and covert, focused on Gu Qingfeng and his group—or more precisely, on the black Mysterious Fish Robe he was wearing.
In these times, those who could afford to dine at a tavern, especially the largest one in town, were not poor commoners. They were people with some wealth and, consequently, some knowledge.
Thus, most of the patrons in the Drunken Immortal Tower recognized Gu Qingfeng’s official robe—it was the uniform of a Dark-rank Demon Eliminator.
A Dark-rank Demon Eliminator was a figure of immense authority in Yin Mountain County.
With such a personage present, the guests naturally didn’t dare to speak carelessly, instead speculating about his purpose. Was there a demon in the Drunken Immortal Tower?
It wasn’t until Gu Qingfeng spoke that the tension eased slightly: "Waiter, find us a table by the window and bring us some of your signature dishes, along with ten pounds of Huadiao wine."
The waiter was momentarily stunned before realizing that this important person was speaking to him. He quickly put on a smile ten times more enthusiastic than usual. "Right away, esteemed guests. Please follow me."
The waiter led Gu Qingfeng and his companions to their seats and hurriedly wiped the chairs with the towel slung over his shoulder. However, noticing that the towel was dirty from overuse, he quickly switched to using his cleaner sleeve to wipe the seats thoroughly.
Once the seats were clean, he bowed and invited Gu Qingfeng and his companions to sit.
After they were seated, the atmosphere in the tavern gradually returned to normal, though the conversations were much quieter than before.
Some drunkards who had been causing a ruckus immediately sobered up upon seeing Gu Qingfeng, quickly paid their bills, and left, fearing they might be mistaken for demons and dealt with accordingly.
In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the dishes and wine Gu Qingfeng had ordered were served, filling the table with an array of delicacies.
As they began to feast, Gu Qingfeng excused himself to use the restroom, where he summoned his Mirror Image Clone.
Having recently broken through in his cultivation and with the profound foundation of the Pure Yang Infinite Technique, the duration of his Mirror Image Clone had increased to the time it takes to burn two incense sticks.
The clone nodded to Gu Qingfeng and then used the Shadow Shift technique, disappearing into the shadows of the restroom.
...
At the Demon Suppression Bureau’s branch in Yin Mountain County, in He Fenghua’s residence.
He Fenghua had just finished using the restroom and called for his servant to prepare hot water for a bath.
This was a habit he had developed ever since Gu Qingfeng became a Yellow-rank Demon Eliminator.
Every time he used the restroom, he felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort, a slimy, nauseating sensation that washed over his entire body, almost like an obsessive-compulsive need to bathe.
Once the servant had prepared the hot water, He Fenghua removed his clothes and stepped into the wooden tub.
The warm bathwater steamed gently, and He Fenghua let out a sigh of relief as the slimy, nauseating feeling began to fade. Of course, with this relief came an increase in his hatred for Gu Qingfeng.
Every time he bathed, he couldn’t help but think of Gu Qingfeng’s detestable face.
This time was no different, but as he thought about it, He Fenghua couldn’t help but laugh. He felt his plan was absolutely brilliant.
Gu Qingfeng, that idiot, was probably still basking in the joy of having sole authority, completely unaware that he was walking deeper and deeper into the trap He Fenghua had laid.
Lost in his self-satisfaction, He Fenghua failed to notice the pair of eyes watching him intently from the shadows in the corner of the room.
It was the Mirror Image Clone.
Through the clone’s perspective, Gu Qingfeng watched as He Fenghua bathed and laughed to himself, finding the scene utterly revolting.
After today, he decided, he would need to find the little Corpse Enchantress to cleanse his eyes—at least once with the black and white flesh nets—to restore his vision.
Knowing that the Mirror Image Clone couldn’t last long, Gu Qingfeng wasted no time and quietly opened a portal to the dimensional space, preparing to release the female water ghost.
He positioned the portal’s opening right in He Fenghua’s bathtub.
It didn’t need to be large; just a small crack was enough for the water ghost to slip through and enter the bathwater.
As for whether He Fenghua would notice?
There was no need to worry about that. A mere Qi Condensation realm martial artist would never be able to sense spatial changes.
Once the position was set, Gu Qingfeng controlled the Mirror Image Clone to open the dimensional space, and a tiny, almost imperceptible rift formed silently in He Fenghua’s bathtub...
He Fenghua was happily bathing and humming a tune, completely at ease.
But as he washed, he suddenly felt a cold, slimy sensation below him.
He paused, reached down, and pulled something out. His face turned pale with shock—it was a clump of pitch-black hair!
His expression twisted in horror as he looked down into the water.
His heart nearly stopped.
There was a face in the water!
A pale, bloated woman’s face with a receding hairline!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
