"Thank you so much, who told you I’m going to the capital? Just because he told me to go, I have to? What about my little corpse spirit?"
"Do you have a junior sister? Who is she?" Demon Pu asked curiously.
"She is the most beautiful woman in the world, capable of fulfilling all my fantasies. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you."
Hearing this, Demon Pu’s heart stirred. Human love? Perhaps it could be exploited.
"Ah, forget it. Kill him if you must, but don’t let it go to waste."
As Gu Qingfeng spoke, he began rummaging through the bloody remains of Gu Yang, searching for a spatial ring.
Gu Qingfeng was certain that a scion of a great family like Gu Yang wouldn’t leave home without a spatial ring containing tens of thousands of taels of silver.
Sure enough, after some searching, he found a blood-stained spatial ring.
Gu Qingfeng pinched it with his fingers, feeling disgusted, and thought about wiping it on Demon Pu to provoke him into hitting him.
But when he turned around, Demon Pu was gone.
"What the hell! He left? No, at least punch me once before you go! Just one punch!"
At that moment, Demon Pu’s cold voice drifted to Gu Qingfeng’s ears from afar: "Gu Qingfeng, remember, stick to the plan."
"Demon Pu, you *******!"
Gu Qingfeng shouted passionately at the sky, but no further response came from Demon Pu.
He instantly felt like he had missed out on a mountain of gold.
Finally encountering the leader of the Seven Demon Generals, and not even getting a single punch out of it—what a waste.
It’s all Gu Yang’s fault. If he hadn’t interrupted, that punch would’ve been guaranteed.
Furious, Gu Qingfeng hurriedly inspected Gu Yang’s spatial ring, hoping to find some consolation.
A moment later, Gu Qingfeng’s face lit up with joy. As expected of a noble scion, he was truly wealthy. The spatial ring contained thousands of taels of gold, along with numerous pills, talismans, and cultivation manuals. But why were there no spirit weapons?
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng remembered that Gu Yang had been carrying a longsword when he arrived. He quickly searched through the bloody mess and indeed found a sword with an ancient design.
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed, and a flash of cold light immediately appeared.
When the light faded, Gu Qingfeng stared at the sword in confusion.
Where was the blade?
Why did this sword only have a hilt and no blade?
Where had that cold light come from?
Gu Qingfeng reached out to touch it, trying to confirm if there really was no blade. But as soon as his hand made contact, he felt a chill and a texture like the delicate wings of an insect.
He quickly raised the sword above his head, holding it up to the sunlight. Sure enough, the blade appeared.
The blade was nearly transparent and incredibly thin—thinner than a sheet of paper. If it weren’t for the intricate patterns resembling insect wings on the blade, it would’ve been invisible even in the sunlight.
Gu Qingfeng marveled at the sword, feeling that the patterns on the blade looked familiar, as if he’d seen them somewhere before.
After a moment of thought, it hit him.
These were the patterns found on a cicada’s wings!
Back in the modern world, Gu Qingfeng had spent many summers catching cicadas, so he was very familiar with their wings.
"Could it be that the blade of this sword is forged from the wings of some cicada-like demon?"
Gu Qingfeng gently swung the sword, and instantly, a high-frequency cicada-like chirping sound emanated from the blade, as if it carried some kind of sonic attack. Even without much force, the sound was uncomfortable to the ears.
It was easy to imagine how powerful the sonic waves would be if he swung it with full strength.
While the chirping sound was still fading, Gu Qingfeng reached out to touch the blade again. To his surprise, the blade was vibrating at an extremely high frequency, cutting into his skin hundreds of times in just one second.
Gu Qingfeng pulled his finger back and examined it closely. He noticed faint white marks where the blade had touched him.
This was astonishing. Even though he hadn’t activated his indestructible body, his natural defense was nothing to scoff at. Yet, this sword had left marks on his skin—its sharpness was truly remarkable.
After some deliberation, Gu Qingfeng decided to perform a blood-binding ritual. This was the quickest way to understand the sword’s nature.
Since its previous owner was dead, the sword was now unclaimed. All he needed to do was drip his blood on it.
He swung the sword forcefully, and the air resonated with a sound akin to a sonic boom.
The next moment, the sword struck his finger, and a series of metallic clangs rang out.
Gu Qingfeng felt a slight sensation in his finger, but the skin remained unbroken, with only slightly deeper white marks.
Since cutting didn’t work, he began sawing at his finger like cutting a tree—one stroke, two strokes...
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Gu Qingfeng finally managed to make a small cut on his finger. He quickly squeezed out some blood, afraid that the wound would heal before he could finish.
Finally, after much effort, Gu Qingfeng successfully bound the sword with his blood.
Information about the sword flooded his mind.
Heavenly-grade spirit weapon: **Cicada Wing**
Ability 1: **Cicada’s Cry** – A sonic wave attack.
Ability 2: **Razor Sharpness** – The blade is incredibly sharp, and its thin, cicada-wing-like structure reduces the contact area, making it even sharper.
Ability 3: **High-Frequency Cutting** – When swung, the blade vibrates at an extremely high frequency, making each strike equivalent to hundreds of cuts.
Gu Qingfeng was overjoyed. As expected of someone from one of the four great families, carrying a Heavenly-grade spirit weapon around—even higher in quality than his current Wood King Sword.
Although he missed out on Demon Pu’s iron fist, he still came out of this with a hefty profit.
Feeling Gu Yang’s generosity, Gu Qingfeng carefully went through the spatial ring again to see if there was anything else valuable.
The pills and talismans were all top-notch, but they were similar to what he could exchange at the Demon Suppression Bureau, and not as comprehensive as his own collection.
After some time, a book caught his attention.
Gu Yang didn’t have many books, but this one was placed separately and had a unique color—a pale gold, though it didn’t seem to be made of gold. The pages were tightly bound, resembling silk.
Such extraordinary material intrigued Gu Qingfeng. He picked up the book and saw three large characters on the cover:
**Dragon God Art**
Eagerly, he began flipping through the pages. After a while, Gu Qingfeng understood.
This was the Gu family’s ancestral cultivation technique, specifically developed for their bloodline. It was most suitable for those with the blood of a flood dragon.
For someone with flood dragon blood, cultivating the Dragon God Art would yield twice the results with half the effort, and it would also help awaken and enhance their bloodline.