Chapter 60: An Angel’s Face, a Devil’s Methods

Watching Jiang Rufei rush toward Gu Yan, Gu Feng could easily see through his intentions. Pretending to be furious, he shouted, “Beast, stop!” and raced toward Jiang Rufei.

Outsiders believed Gu Feng was trying to intercept Jiang Rufei, but the difference in speed was too great. Those witnessing this scene shook their heads in resignation.

At the same time, everyone felt deep regret and even hatred—a girl as beautiful as a goddess was about to fall into the hands of an old man with graying hair.

Gu Xueyuan’s uncle wanted to intervene, but he was equally powerless to act in time.

Gu Yan watched the old man rush at her, feeling a little panicked; after all, it was her first time facing an enemy. Yet her Heaven-Swallowing Technique activated instinctively, even with a hint of excitement.

As the white-haired old man approached, he reached out to grab Gu Yan’s collar. His expression was ecstatic at the prospect of success, and gazing upon Gu Yan’s beauty, his blood seemed to boil, as if he had become decades younger.

Just then, Gu Yan let out a delicate yet forceful shout: “Heaven Devouring Bite!” Her hand met the old man’s claw.

The old man was stunned, wondering what “Heaven Devouring Bite” meant, when suddenly a tremendous suction erupted from Gu Yan’s palm. The spiritual energy of a Spirit Master within the old man surged uncontrollably, like a river breaking its banks, pouring toward Gu Yan.

Gu Yan’s aura could no longer be concealed; it exploded forth.

The pressure of a Spirit Master—far above the first tier—swept across all directions. Everyone was left dumbfounded, as if in a dream.

“A fourteen-year-old girl, and she’s in the Spirit Master realm?!”

“What has happened to this world?!”

“A Spirit Master at fourteen?”

In the blink of an eye, the old man’s spiritual energy was utterly drained, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

In terror, the white-haired old man stared at Gu Yan, muttering, “Devil… you’re a devil?”

Gu Feng landed beside Gu Yan, equally stunned by her display.

She had devoured his cultivation—more precisely, his spiritual energy.

Gu Yan’s aura had indeed surged by a noticeable margin.

“Gulp!”

Gu Feng swallowed hard, realizing that at this rate, Gu Yan would soon leave him far behind. At the same time, he finally began to understand the Heaven-Swallowing Technique, a chaos-level cultivation method.

Gu Feng slashed down at the despairing old man who was muttering to Gu Yan.

“Ding! You have slain the aged old man. Experience +1.”

Gu Feng was speechless, confirming his suspicion: after being devoured by Gu Yan, the old man was now an ordinary person.

Gu Feng grabbed Gu Yan, soared into the air, and called to Gu Xueyuan and Gu Dongliu, “Let’s go!”

The two were stunned, not quite reacting in time.

They had thought that Gu Feng and his sister, being so formidable, would surely look down on them. Unexpectedly, Gu Feng was so loyal and didn’t disdain them at all, so they quickly followed after the Gu siblings.

Gu Xueyuan’s uncle shook his head at the scene and did not follow. With Gu Xueyuan traveling with Gu Feng, he was safe.

It was a joke—Spirit Masters could be slain easily; if that wasn’t safe, his own presence wouldn’t help.

Everyone watched Gu Feng’s group depart, none daring to intervene.

Gu Feng led the three straight back to Senyuan Town. Arriving above the Town Lord’s Mansion, Gu Feng made no effort to hide his presence, shouting loudly, “Zhu Genghua, get out here!”

His roar echoed throughout Senyuan Town, leaving all shocked and curious—who was this, so bold as to cause trouble at the Town Lord’s Mansion?

Zhu Genghua, reading in his study, recognized Gu Feng’s voice. He stepped out, brows furrowed, looked up at Gu Feng, and asked, “Gu Feng, what is the meaning of this? Do you really think that with the Gu family backing you, I’ll be afraid?”

Gu Feng sneered coldly, “Backing? Do I need anyone backing me? Zhu Genghua, I’ll be honest—I could slaughter you like a dog.”

On the street, some hadn’t recognized Gu Feng yet. Hearing his audacious words, they exclaimed, “Who is this, so arrogant?”

Beside them, someone scoffed, “You don’t know? That’s Gu Feng—the one who led Senyuan Town to defeat the bandits from the Thousand Peaks Territory.”

“So it’s him? No wonder he’s so audacious.”

Zhu Genghua soared into the air, the aura of an eighth-level Spirit Adept swirling around him, locking onto Gu Feng. With disdain, he looked at Gu Feng and said, “Do you believe I could kill you with a single palm?”

Gu Feng laughed heartily, then grew serious. “I’m right here. I’d like to see how you kill me.”

Zhu Genghua was furious. “You court death—then I shall oblige you!”

Provoked by Gu Feng, Zhu Genghua lost patience. Although Gu Feng had the Gu family backing him, Zhu Genghua had the Empire behind him—who was afraid of whom?

He flew toward Gu Feng, unafraid that Gu Feng might flee.

He watched Gu Feng’s eyes closely, expecting Gu Feng to panic, but instead saw nothing but contempt. Gu Feng was calm, which unsettled Zhu Genghua—he suspected a trick.

To be cautious, Zhu Genghua did not approach Gu Feng directly, asking sternly, “What exactly do you want?”

Gu Feng replied disdainfully, “Is that all the courage you have? Didn’t you say you could kill me with a single palm? Well, come over and do it!”

The more Gu Feng acted thus, the more careful Zhu Genghua became, not daring to get close.

Gu Feng grew impatient, and scoffed, “Since you don’t dare approach, I’ll come to you.”

With that, Gu Feng flew toward Zhu Genghua.

Zhu Genghua drew his long sword, fully alert.

Gu Feng advanced, closing the gap to less than two meters. If Zhu Genghua launched a sudden attack, he was confident he could kill even a peak Spirit Adept with one strike.

Gu Feng taunted again, “What’s wrong? Don’t dare make a move? Coward.”

Zhu Genghua was so enraged he could barely speak. “You…”

Suddenly, Gu Feng struck, punching at Zhu Genghua and shouting, “Since you don’t dare make a move, then die!”

Boom!

The force was so great that even space seemed to tremble.

“What?!”

Zhu Genghua was terrified, feeling as though a mountain was crashing down on him.

“No!”

He let out a desperate roar, pouring all his strength into a sword strike against Gu Feng’s fist.

Gu Feng’s fist was wrapped in fiery spiritual energy.

Crack!

The tremendous power shattered Zhu Genghua’s sword instantly.

The increase in strength was akin to body refinement. Gu Feng’s power surpassed that of a Spirit Adept—though not yet a Spirit Master, he was not far off. His physical resilience was naturally astonishing.

Zhu Genghua stared at his broken sword, completely stunned.

Gu Feng was about to finish him off.

Gu Yan instantly approached Gu Feng, saying, “Brother, let me.”

The spiritual energy within Zhu Genghua tempted Gu Yan to devour it.

Without waiting for Gu Feng’s approval, Gu Yan moved up to Zhu Genghua, tapped his dantian with a finger, and in the blink of an eye, drained all his spiritual energy. Gu Yan’s aura surged yet again.

Zhu Genghua, robbed of his spiritual energy, was now an ordinary man. Under the gaze of countless onlookers, he plummeted to the ground.

Staring at the celestial beauty of Gu Yan, Zhu Genghua felt she was nothing short of a demon.

Bang!

He crashed onto the stone-paved ground, his body shattered, blood pouring from his seven orifices, dying in utter despair.

Witnessing Gu Yan’s technique again, Gu Xueyuan and Gu Dongliu looked at her, unable to resist swallowing hard, muttering inwardly, “An angel’s face, a devil’s methods.”