Gu Changfeng was extremely confident about this matter.

Needs an Emperor-grade Demonic Art to awaken the bloodline?

This was simply picking problems in the very area he excelled at!

Now the Myriad Realms Auction had already unlocked the sector of the Demon Continent.

At that time, there would be demon cultivators from the Demon Continent coming to auction items at the Myriad Realms Auction.

If the auction items included cultivation techniques of the Demon Race, wouldn't the ten-thousand-fold return naturally yield cultivation techniques of the Demon Race?

Besides, with the system's ten-thousand-fold return, even Human Race cultivation techniques could possibly return cultivation techniques of the Alien Race.

It was just that his luck had been rather poor before.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have possessed the emperor pill of the Demon Race and the emperor weapon of the Demon Race either.

Of course, it would be even better if the returned cultivation technique was adaptive, which would save Gu Changfeng a lot of trouble.

In short, Gu Changfeng felt that there was no need to rush or worry too much about the cultivation technique.

However, Ancestor Ji Xing was different.

Although he knew that this Myriad Realms Auction was miraculous, he thought that all the items auctioned at the Myriad Realms Auction belonged to Gu Changfeng.

Yet Gu Changfeng had not auctioned cultivation techniques of the Demon Race before, meaning he didn't have any cultivation techniques of the Demon Race on him.

Therefore, Ancestor Ji Xing didn't know where Gu Changfeng's confidence came from.

After all, auctions always auctioned items that the auction house itself possessed; who would know that the items auctioned by the Myriad Realms Auction were completely random, given based on the system's mood?

Moreover, the ten-thousand-fold return also depended on luck, and the returned cultivation techniques varied in all sorts of ways.

There were even Dual cultivation techniques and evil arts that used a Dao Companion as a Cauldron!

"Senior, act within your capabilities. If you truly have the ability to acquire an emperor-grade Demonic Art, that would naturally be best."

"Of course, it doesn't have to be the absolute top-tier one; ordinary emperor-grade ones will do."

After Ancestor Ji Xing finished speaking, he himself felt that his mouth was really asking for a beating.

What did it mean to say ordinary emperor-grade Demonic Arts would do?

Even low-tier Emperor-grade Techniques were priceless treasures; even when he was a Demonic God back then, he didn't have many of them.

But he knew he had spoken too fast; that wasn't what he meant.

Meanwhile, Gu Changfeng wore a solemn expression and said righteously, "No!"

"As my Direct Disciple, the cultivation technique must be the best!"

"The Demonic Art must be emperor-grade, and it must be of the supreme grade!"

As soon as Gu Changfeng's words fell, Ancestor Ji Xing was stunned on the spot, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Supreme-grade cultivation techniques weren't common street trash; where was he supposed to get one?

The higher the grade of the cultivation technique, the fewer loopholes its cultivation technique had.

Back in the day, he, Ancestor Ji Xing, had quite a few things better than Emperor-grade Techniques; those were techniques above the emperor grade, and there were even half-step Immortal-level techniques!

Yet a supreme-grade Emperor-grade Technique?

He didn't have a single one.

A supreme-grade Emperor-grade Technique was the strongest cultivation technique among the emperor grades, and its cultivation technique loopholes were almost zero!

A supreme-grade Emperor-grade Technique was even no weaker than a middle-tier technique of a higher grade!

This supreme-grade cultivation technique was like a Medicinal Pill; ordinary fine-grade and Middle Grade Medicinal Pills could also be refined by an Alchemist.

Yet Top-Grade Medicinal Pills, even Alchemists several tiers higher, couldn't guarantee they could refine them out!

cultivation techniques were the same; even a demon god at the half-step Immortal realm like him would have some loopholes in the Emperor-grade Techniques he created himself, reaching at most the high-tier emperor grade.

Supreme-grade emperor grade?

Just bragging!

Ancestor Ji Xing didn't believe it, but Ji Mingxue at the side had glittering eyes. She spread her arms wide and cheered.

"Long live Master!!"

"I knew Master is the best!"

Like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, Ji Mingxue wrapped her arms around Gu Changfeng's waist and threw herself into his embrace.

Gu Changfeng was stunned; he hadn't expected Ji Mingxue to react so strongly.

And he certainly hadn't expected Ji Mingxue to hug him!

Gu Changfeng could clearly feel the soft, plump, full, and elastic curves pressing against his front, resting flat against his chest along his contour.

This feeling surpassed even both Jian Wenmei and Yu Miaoxuan!

This lass was truly terrifyingly endowed!

Such an exaggerated figure!

The two snowy mounds were severely deformed as they pressed against Gu Changfeng's chest, and their warm body temperature seeped in strand by strand.

At the tip of his nose was Ji Mingxue's unique fragrance—refreshing and sweet, yet carrying a bewitching allure.

That exquisitely beautiful little face of hers was rubbing wildly against Gu Changfeng's chest.

Gu Changfeng, who thought himself vastly experienced, felt as though a pebble had been dropped into a deep pool within his chest, instantly causing layers upon layers of ripples to surge outward.

His heartbeat thundered against his chest cavity like a beating drum!

As an experienced veteran, the tips of his ears involuntarily turned red.

Indeed, the large-chest meta was still too overpowered.

Unfortunately, Jian Wenmei and Yu Miaoxuan simply lost in terms of stats.

"Alright, this is the promise Master made to you. We are all family, what is there to thank for?"

Gu Changfeng gave a light cough and pushed Ji Mingxue away. Only then did he take a deep breath, and his desires slowly subsided.

As a Great Emperor, if he let his little brother take over his mind, wouldn't all his cultivation have been in vain?

Ji Mingxue nodded with a smile, while Ancestor Ji Xing on the side muttered softly,

"This brat only needed to paint a grand picture, and my descendant has fallen just like that?"

"Abominable!"

"Clearly she possesses the Heavenly Demon God Bloodline, so how can she still be such an extreme love-brain?!"

Ancestor Ji Xing's voice wasn't loud, but Ji Mingxue and Gu Changfeng could hear it. She let out a cold snort and tightly hugged Gu Changfeng's arm.

"Ancestor, you are wrong about that!"

"Master would never lie to me!"

"Sister Jian can vouch for this!"

Jian Wenmei paused. She had been standing aside as a background prop for so long, why was she suddenly dragged into this?

However, with three gazes shifting over to her, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod.

Anyway, Ancestor Ji Xing was only a remnant soul, so she wasn't afraid of her things being coveted even if she revealed them.

"Xiaoxue is right."

Jian Wenmei took out her emperor sword, simply displayed her Emperor-grade Technique, and also showed off the various emperor pills bestowed upon her by Gu Changfeng.

Upon seeing this, Ancestor Ji Xing stroked Jian Wenmei's emperor sword with a look of shock, his pupils contracting violently.

"Although it is sealed, this aura is indeed exceptional—it is an emperor sword!"

"And the quality is not low at all; it is a supreme-tier emperor sword!"

"And your sword skill, although it is only at the Minor Achievement proficiency of the first layer—"

"—it truly carries a trace of imperial rhyme. With just one glance, I can tell that the cultivation technique has very few loopholes!"

"It is indeed a supreme-grade cultivation technique!"