Supreme Master - Chapter 57: Ancient Heart

Translator – Misty

Chapter 57: Ancient Heart

Too fast!

Too sudden!Too terrifying!

It happened so quickly that Qing Ning couldn’t even react.

So sudden that her mind froze, her body stiffened like a statue, eyes wide with shock.

So terrifying that she was left utterly helpless, her face pale with dread and her eyes filled with unspeakable fear.

Yes—fear.

She didn’t know who this man was.

Not even his name or the extent of his cultivation. All she knew was that he was strange—so strange that she couldn’t even sense the slightest trace of spiritual energy from him.

Yet she could never have imagined his physical strength would be so overwhelming. With a single palm strike, he made Huang Yao bleed from all seven orifices. A single kick left Li Qiandong coughing blood, unable to stand.

When Mu Zibai attacked, his flying sword was effortlessly destroyed, and with just a single blow, he lost all ability to fight.

Too powerful. Too brutal.

This was the chief of the Cloudy Rosy Heaven Sect’s Twelve Courtyards, defeated in less than three breaths! Slapped senseless, wounded, and utterly broken.

Even more unbelievable was the destruction of Mu Zibai’s Colorful Spirit Shield—with just a palm strike.

That was the Colorful Spirit Shield!

It was a manifestation of his Colorful Foundation’s Spirit, a defense so solid that even a Daoist who had formed their True Body couldn’t break through.

And yet, this man shattered it effortlessly—without using any spiritual energy—only the raw power of his physical body.

If she hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, Qing Ning would never have believed it. Even seeing it now, she struggled to accept the reality.

At this moment…

The man.

The man in white simply stood there silently before her, as unmoving as a mountain, sharp as a lone sword. His cold face was expressionless, and his dark, deep eyes were as calm as an abyss, as silent as a dead sea—devoid of joy, sorrow, worry, or fear. It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him at all.

He seemed more like an outsider.

At his feet, Mu Zibai, who had once been proud and arrogant, now lay crumpled like a beaten dog. His body was bruised, his face pale, and blood streamed down his forehead. With great effort, he tried to sit up, lifting his head weakly—his eyes filled with terror, like he had seen a ghost.

“I-I’m from the Mu family… My father is Mu—”

Before he could finish, Gu Qingfeng kicked him mercilessly.

“You… You dare touch me? My father… My master—”

Bang! Another ruthless kick.

Climbing up weakly, Mu Zibai was now truly afraid. His eyes sought out Qing Ning, pleading desperately:

“Qing Ning… Help me!”

Before the words left his mouth—another kick.

Every time Mu Zibai spoke, Gu Qingfeng’s foot silenced him with another strike.

“Fellow cultivator… He knows his mistake… Please, spare him,” Qing Ning pleaded. Though she knew this was all Mu Zibai’s fault, he was still her friend, and she couldn’t just let him die.

“A mistake?”

Gu Qingfeng shook his head, his face impassive, his tone cold. “He made no mistake. A lack of gratitude just shows poor character—not a mistake. Competing for unclaimed treasures isn’t wrong either.”

With that, he delivered another brutal kick.

Seeing Mu Zibai slipping into unconsciousness, Qing Ning begged, “Please… I beg you, forgive him. He truly understands his mistake.”

“I don’t care whether he realizes his mistake or not,” Gu Qingfeng replied flatly, delivering another crushing kick. “As for forgiveness—that’s Heaven’s responsibility, not mine. I simply do what I want, what I think should be done.”

Gu Qingfeng wasn’t a saint, nor was he merciful.

He wasn’t a Buddha, nor did he possess compassion.

He was no sage, unwilling to offer forgiveness.

He was just a man—an ordinary man. Ever since he began cultivating five hundred years ago, this belief had never changed. Even after ascending to the throne of the Supreme Immortal-Demon King or claiming the Nine Serenities Throne, he still considered himself just a simple man.

His logic was pure and simple:

If you hit me, I’ll hit back.

If you try to kill me, I’ll kill you.

If you annoy me, I’ll beat you until I feel better—regardless of who you are, man or woman, young or old.

Only after leaving Mu Zibai battered, broken, and unconscious did Gu Qingfeng stop.

Calmly, he resumed collecting the shards of the Purple-Gold Sunlight Crystal.

Once done, he opened a stone door and walked away.

Just like that?Yes—just like that.

Even after Gu Qingfeng left, Qing Ning stood there, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She had never encountered anyone so strange, so inexplicable.

Looking at the unconscious, broken figures of Mu Zibai, Huang Yao, and Li Qiandong, Qing Ning pushed her thoughts aside and focused on healing them.

…

Cultivation.

What was it truly about? What did the path mean?

In the beginning, Gu Qingfeng believed cultivation was about becoming an immortal, walking the path of the Dao—pursuing the way of immortality.

But after reaching the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao, he realized that was nonsense.

Later, he thought cultivation was about becoming a demon, following the Demonic Dao.

After reaching the peak of the Demonic Dao, he found that too was nonsense.

Eventually, he believed cultivation was about understanding the heavens and following the Heavenly Dao.

But even after claiming the Nine Serenities Throne, he realized that too was nonsense.

Through countless experiences, Gu Qingfeng realized that all these so-called Daos were meaningless.

The only true path was one’s own heart.

That was the foundation.

Especially after enduring the judgment of the Immortal Dao, Demonic Dao, and Heavenly Dao, he became certain of this.

His Dao Heart was simple and pure—he called it Great Freedom.

What is Great Freedom?

Laugh when happy, rage when angry.

Celebrate joyfully, vent frustration.

That was Great Freedom.

When those three little fools came looking for trouble, it annoyed him—so he beat them senseless until his mood improved. It didn’t matter if they were men or women, young or old.

After collecting the final fragments of the Purple-Gold Sunlight Crystal from the Great Ming King’s Sixfold Seal formation core, Gu Qingfeng continued exploring the cave dwelling.

He eventually arrived at another hall, nearly identical to the others.

However, as he stood before a stone door, he hesitated.

He knew what lay beyond.

His spiritual sense had scanned every corner of the cave dwelling—except behind this one door.

Gu Qingfeng suspected that whatever was sealed behind this door was the very heart of the cave dwelling.

And he was certain of something else: the strange creature sealed by the Great Ming King’s Sixfold Seal was hiding in there.

Not probably—certainly.

The door’s mechanism had been forcibly destroyed, the door itself slightly ajar. Clearly, the creature had done it.

After a moment’s thought, Gu Qingfeng pushed the door open and stepped inside.

(End of Chapter)