Mu Lingyao had always considered her cultivation level and strength to be among the best of her peers. Her Innate Creation Purple Flame True Fire was her greatest pride; with it, she feared no opponent, even those with higher cultivation.
But today, after exhausting every means at her disposal and still failing to budge Gu Qingfeng, a sense of utter defeat washed over her. It felt as if all her years of cultivation had been for nothing—her cultivation was fake, her immortal arts were fake, the treasures she had refined were fake, and even her proud Innate Creation Purple Flame True Fire was fake. Everything was fake!
Otherwise, how could her immortal spirit be exhausted after using all her life's learning, yet still fail to affect him?
If her Innate Creation Purple Flame True Fire wasn't fake, how could it be extinguished by a mere spray of wine from this guy?
If this guy were some profound senior with deep cultivation, it would be one thing.
But he was just a mortal with no cultivation level and no fortune to speak of!
Mu Lingyao simply couldn't understand it.
Earlier, she hadn't believed Gu Qingfeng's claim about having an Indestructible Body.
Now, she wished it were true.
If his body truly were an Indestructible Body, her heart might feel a little better. After all, it was a legendary Great Fortune Body; it would be only natural that she couldn't affect it.
However, Huadiexianzi's words dragged the self-deceiving Mu Lingyao back to the harsh reality.
Though she didn't want to, Mu Lingyao had to admit Huadiexianzi was right. In all the heavens and earth, no matter what kind of Fortune Body it was, it would possess a special Fortune Aura. Yet, apart from the basic human breath, this guy had no spiritual aura whatsoever.
This proved his body was not an Indestructible Body, nor any kind of Fortune Body—it was just an ordinary, utterly common flesh-and-blood body.
Heavens above!
Earth below!
Just thinking about how she had used all her strength yet failed to affect a mere mortal of flesh and blood, and how that mortal had extinguished her Innate Creation Purple Flame True Fire with a spray of wine, made Mu Lingyao feel a tightness in her chest. Dizziness washed over her. If Huadiexianzi hadn't reacted quickly to support her, Mu Lingyao might have collapsed to the ground again.
Looking at Mu Lingyao, Huadiexianzi shook her head slightly. Though she was deeply curious about Gu Qingfeng, she knew Mu Lingyao's immortal spirit was exhausted and she was nearly spent. She needed to meditate and replenish her vitality as soon as possible. Not daring to delay, Huadiexianzi bid farewell and left with Mu Lingyao.
After eating and drinking his fill, Gu Qingfeng didn't linger long either. He left with Qiānlíng, Qiānniǎo, and the others.
After wandering around Shixian City a while longer, Gu Qingfeng began to feel weary. He had Ma Wangye book a luxurious garden estate so he could get some sleep.
This was another floating island.
The previous floating island was called Sun Glory Island, with a standard environment and gardens.
This floating island was named Gold Jade Island. The garden estate here was like a magnificent manor, exuding opulence and splendor.
Upon arriving at the estate, Gu Qingfeng found a bed and fell asleep immediately.
The others from the Xiaoluo Secret Realm gathered together, discussing the mysterious, strange, and bizarre Gu Qingfeng in hushed tones.
Qiānlíng stood in a pavilion, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
Qiānniǎo sat in a nearby pavilion, watching the fish swimming in the pond, seemingly in a daze as well.
After a long while, Qiānniǎo finally spoke up. "Sister Ling'er, why do you think Little Drunkard can be so powerful?"
Qiānlíng shook her head. If she could, she would like to know the answer to that question too.
"What kind of person is Little Drunkard, really?" Qiānniǎo mused aloud.
Qiānlíng shook her head again. She wanted to know the answer to that question even more than Qiānniǎo did.
"I always thought Little Drunkard was just an ordinary person who had lost all his cultivation. Even if he had cultivation before, it probably wasn't very high, maybe not even an Immortal..." As Qiānniǎo spoke, Qiānlíng interrupted, "Whether he was an Immortal before, I might not know. But he definitely wasn't an ordinary person."
"Sister Ling'er, do you think Little Drunkard really was some kind of Great Lord before?" Qiānniǎo frowned. "I've thought about that too, but... do you think he seems like one? He's been in our Xiaoluo Secret Realm for over twenty years, just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating all day. And... look at him. When he's with us, he laughs and talks without any airs. He's not just casual; he's downright vulgar. His words and actions are nothing like a Great Lord. Is there a Great Lord like him?"
Qiānlíng said, "Some senior experts aren't necessarily all mature, steady, and solemn-faced. There are also senior experts who live with great freedom and never care about Mortal World's gaze."
"Senior experts?" Qiānniǎo shook her head. She could never connect the words 'senior expert' with someone like Gu Qingfeng, who had no proper sitting or standing posture and was always slovenly.
"Sister Ling'er, you know what? I always feel like there's something not quite right with Little Drunkard's mind... He seems a bit silly too. He often says unreliable things, and some of his words are downright blasphemous. I think he might not just have amnesia; there might be something wrong with his mind as well." Qiānniǎo took some things from her storage ring to feed the fish in the pond. "If you think carefully about the things Little Drunkard says, they're all outrageous. He says he was incredibly powerful back in the day, that he fished out the Sun of Light from the Nine Heavens, stole the Moon of Darkness from the Nine Nethers, that he was undefeated across the world, that even the Buddha Lord trembled at the sight of him, that he swallowed Chaos Qi, boasting about the heavens and earth above, the cosmos and primal chaos below..." "Such nonsense couldn't even fool a three-year-old. If Little Drunkard's mind were fine, how could he spout such wild, baseless talk?"
Qiānniǎo tilted her head in thought. "Although Little Drunkard seems very powerful, I think it's probably related to his strange body. And I think he might not even know himself why he's so powerful."
In truth, it wasn't just Qiānniǎo who thought this; Qiānlíng sometimes thought so too.
She often wondered if Gu Qingfeng had suffered some special experience in the past that caused him to lose all his cultivation and left his mind somewhat impaired.
This situation wasn't rare. Many senior experts who encountered problems in their cultivation, after a Qi Deviation, ended up with impaired minds. Some went mad, some were intermittently mad, their consciousness sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.
Although Gu Qingfeng seemed quite normal, the things he said were simply too outrageous. No normal person, no matter how powerful or capable, could possibly say such blasphemous things without fear. It was one thing to scare the people from the Jinwu Li Sect to death on the floating island before, but this time at Eight Treasures Manor, he even toyed with people of great background and status like Huadiexianzi and Mu Lingyao.
She felt Gu Qingfeng feared nothing, as if everything in heaven and earth meant nothing to him.
Looking across the heavens and earth, probably only those with impaired minds, those madmen, would act so recklessly, lawlessly, without knowing fear.