"It means a 'world-mixer'."
Huode still didn't understand and pressed on, "What's a 'world-mixer'?"
"It refers to someone who drifts through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, living a carefree, unrestrained, and pleasure-seeking life."
Since ancient times, some have drifted through the vast and boundless expanse of the Great Desolate, while others have drifted through the endless Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
Drifting in the Great Desolate offers more opportunities, more fortunes, and makes it easier to rise above the masses. However, the Great Desolate is a mix of dragons and snakes, a place that emphasizes family background and connections. Without a powerful family background, it's difficult to ever stand out; one can only follow behind others as a small underling for a lifetime, and with one misstep, it's easy to be reduced to ashes.
Relatively speaking, the Myriad Heavens and Worlds are safer.
After all,
most of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds are mortal realms for cultivators, unlike the Great Desolate, where at every turn you encounter this Destiny Throne or that Great Dao Star Lord, this Patriarch or that Great Old Master.
Of course,
although the Myriad Heavens and Worlds are safer, opportunities and fortunes are relatively fewer, and rising above the masses is even less of an expectation. Making a name for oneself in one mortal realm isn't much of an achievement unless one can become a World-Honored One, the ruler of a world.
There is another type of person.
They possess immense strength and have the qualifications to drift in the Great Desolate.
But they cannot endure the set of rules in the Great Desolate, perhaps due to identity issues, or maybe because they have offended some great immortal sect or major family, and thus have no choice but to drift through various mortal realms.
These people are immensely powerful, and therefore can live carefree, unrestrained, and pleasure-seeking lives in various mortal realms, enjoying the finest things, playing when happy, and killing and burning when displeased. Cultivators dare not provoke them, and the immortal courts of the mortal realms cannot suppress them. If they invite experts from the Great Desolate to subdue them, these people can simply get up and leave at any moment, moving to another mortal realm to continue drifting, without any disruption.
To put it nicely, this kind of person is a World Tyrant.
Meaning a tyrant who drifts through the mortal realms.
To put it bluntly, they are felons.
Criminals who roam the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
In Lei Lie's mind, if Gu Qingfeng was truly a Superior Human, then it was very likely he was one of those felonious World Tyrants roaming the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
Because he had heard Elder Huang say.
In the Ancient Era, the Immortal Dao simply could not tolerate the existence of Superior Humans; not only could it not tolerate them, it would even eradicate them.
Therefore, it was difficult for Superior Humans to survive in the Great Desolate; they could only roam through various mortal realms.
Moreover, having known Gu Qingfeng for some time now, whether it was his unrestrained speech and demeanor or his brazen way of doing things, Lei Lie felt Gu Qingfeng closely resembled those felonious World Tyrants roaming the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
Especially right now, watching Gu Qingfeng reclining in his chair, enjoying massages from two Brothel Girls, that carefree, pleasure-seeking look was exactly identical to the World Tyrant felon in Lei Lie's imagination.
"Did you hear that, Kid Gu? This brat says you're one of those felonious World Tyrants roaming the Myriad Heavens and Worlds."
Hearing Huode say this, Lei Lie hurriedly explained, "Great Old Master, brother doesn't mean it that way. Brother only said you resemble those World Tyrants who drift through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds."
"I say, Old Lei, does this lord of mine look like one of those World Tyrants drifting through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds?"
Gu Qingfeng had also heard of so-called World Tyrants. It wasn't a flattering term; it wasn't much different from local ruffians, thugs, and bullies. The only difference was that ruffians and thugs only dominated a small area, while World Tyrants dominated an entire world.
"This...
Great Old Master!"
Lei Lie scratched his head and said sheepishly, "To be honest, please don't be angry, but you, sir, look exactly like one of those World Tyrants."
Before Gu Qingfeng could respond, Huode couldn't help but sneer, "Brat, I originally thought you had at least a bit of discernment. Now it seems I overestimated you. You don't have a shred of discernment. Forget discernment, I suspect your eyesight might be faulty."
"What?
Could it be I'm mistaken?"
Lei Lie asked, "The Great Old Master isn't a World Tyrant?"
"World Tyrant?
Hahaha!"
Huode said disdainfully, "Brat, calling Kid Gu a World Tyrant is truly looking down on him. Let me put it this way: a World Tyrant, in front of this kid, is at best a petty hooligan."
"A World Tyrant is just a petty hooligan in front of the Great Old Master?"
Lei Lie was utterly shocked and couldn't even imagine what kind of existence would make even a World Tyrant seem like a petty hooligan before them. He asked, "Then what did the Great Old Master do before?"
"What did he do?
Let me tell you, brat!"
Huode threw back his head and took a swig of Little Tipple, saying, "This bastard used to be a Desolate Tyrant!"
"Desolate Tyrant?"
Lei Lie had never heard the term 'Desolate Tyrant' before and asked, "What's a Desolate Tyrant?"
"A World Tyrant is a tyrant who drifts through mortal realms. A Desolate Tyrant is naturally a tyrant who drifts through the Great Desolate!
And the most wicked, most evil kind of tyrant at that."
"What?"
Seeing Lei Lie's shocked expression, Gu Qingfeng smiled helplessly, "Lei Lie, don't listen to this old scoundrel's nonsense. He's just teasing you. Let me tell you the truth: this lord did indeed engage in some killing and burning in the past, but it was all small-scale stuff. Can't really be called a World Tyrant; at best, just a petty hooligan."
Gu Qingfeng raised a cup of wine and said very seriously, "Fortunately, this lord has now turned over a new leaf. Not only have I mended my ways, but I've also become a proper person. In the past, I killed and burned; now, I save lives and heal the wounded. After all, saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. Have you forgotten how we met, kid?"
"Right!"
Lei Lie suddenly realized, "The Great Old Master saved one of my little brothers."
"So you see, regardless of what this lord did before, you just need to know that this lord is a good person now."
"Listening to the Great Old Master's words is truly worth more than ten years of study!
Come, Great Old Master, brother offers you three cups!"
Here, Gu Qingfeng, Huode, and Lei Lie drank their Little Tipple and chatted nonsense.
Meanwhile, up in the sky,
Yuanwu and one of the Supreme Demons beside Fuying did not come to blows. Not only did they not strike with lethal intent, they didn't even engage in any minor skirmish.
It wasn't that they didn't want to, nor that they didn't dare.
To be honest.
Considering Yuanwu's temperament, in front of a large public, he might not have the guts to kill a Supreme Demon, but he certainly had the guts to give one a solid beating.
The problem was, although Yuanwu was young and impetuous, strong-willed, and liked to show off and flaunt his prowess, he wasn't a fool. He clearly understood that his strength was likely on par with a Supreme Demon. Even if they truly fought, he might not gain the upper hand. Moreover, the other side wasn't just one Supreme Demon, but three. Besides that, there was also Fuying, who possessed two decrees.
Although Yuanwu was unwilling, he had to admit that Fuying's presence made him feel quite apprehensive.