In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 114 This kid, could he be born with superhuman strength?

Gu Shaoan hadn't expected that the Sun Moon Sect and Dongfang Bai would also appear in Dengfeng Prefecture.

But as his mind raced, he immediately realized why the Sun Moon Cult was in Dengfeng Prefecture.

"So, does the Hengshan Sect have spies from the Sun Moon Cult?"

Having figured out the reason, Gu Shaoan narrowed his eyes and looked at Dongfang Bai opposite him, while his internal energy quietly began to circulate.

As Gu Shaoan looked up at Dongfang Bai across from him, his vigilance gradually intensified.

However, when his gaze fell on Dongfang Bai's face, seeing Dongfang Bai's calm eyes and indifferent expression, Gu Shaoan raised an eyebrow.

Immediately afterward, a thought flashed through Gu Shaoan's mind, and he suddenly remembered those days at Hengshan Sect. He suddenly remembered that at this time, Dongfang Bai should have only seized the position of leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect less than two years ago.

Judging from Dongfang Bai's attire, he should have already begun practicing the Sunflower Manual, but he hasn't practiced it long enough.

He was far from reaching the highest level of the "Sunflower Manual" and comprehending the realm of "the transformation of heaven and man, and the nourishment of all things".

Otherwise, Dongfang Bai would already be at the peak of Qi Condensation, renamed "Dongfang Bubai," spending all his time embroidering on Blackwood Cliff. He wouldn't have the fighting spirit to personally come to Dengfeng Prefecture for the sake of the Sun Moon Sect.

Thinking of this, Gu Shaoan felt much more relaxed.

Gu Shaoan has only been cultivating for a short period of four years.

If we're talking about someone like "Dongfang Bubai," who has cultivated for over ten or twenty years and is already at the ultimate level, then Gu Shaoan could still put up a fight in a few more years.

It's too early to say now.

However, if it were Dongfang Bai, who had only been practicing the Sunflower Manual for a few years, he wouldn't be afraid of Gu Shaoan given his current foundation and strength.

Thoughts flashed through his mind like flowing water. Gu Shaoan slowly spoke, "I have no conflict with the Sun Moon Sect or the Eastern Leader. I wonder what the Eastern Leader's intention is in secretly following me today?"

Seeing that Gu Shaoan knew their identities, Sang San Niang and Qu Yang looked surprised.

Dongfang Bai's eyes flashed, and he said softly, "It's nothing. I just wanted to see what the disciples of the Emei Sect were up to after killing Zuo Lengchan and the others, and what they wanted to do in Dengfeng Prefecture."

As he spoke, Dongfang Bai looked at Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan behind Gu Shaoan.

"Now it seems that the Emei Sect is indeed incomparable to the Five Mountains Sword Sect. The way they train their disciples is so unique. No wonder that Brother Gu has such amazing strength at such a young age."

"Master Dongfang, you flatter me. However, after following me for so long, I believe you all understand my purpose today. Are you satisfied now?"

Dongfang Bai's eyes, which appeared somewhat slender due to the contouring of his eyes, looked at Gu Shaoan.

A few breaths later, Dongfang Bai chuckled and said, "It seems that Brother Gu has other important matters to attend to. In that case, I won't waste any more words."

"I have long heard of the exquisite martial arts of the Emei School. Today, I am fortunate to meet a disciple of the Emei School. I am itching to learn from the Emei School's martial arts. I wonder if Brother Gu would be willing to give me some pointers?"

"really!"

Upon seeing Dongfang Bai appear, Gu Shaoan knew that leaving easily today would not be so simple.

In response, Gu Shaoan glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan and then spoke:

"lead the way."

The two concise words only deepened the eerie smile on Dongfang Bai's lips, and he couldn't help but utter a soft "Good."

It's unclear whether that "good" was a compliment to Gu Shaoan or a response to him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Bai's figure blurred, transforming into a fleeting pink phantom as he sped off towards the north of the city.

Sang San Niang, Qu Yang, and Jia Bu followed closely behind, like loyal shadows.

Gu Shaoan remained silent, handed the Chengxin Sword to Zhou Zhiruo, and then quickly placed the two boxes in the hands of the two women.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan transmitted his voice through his true energy: "Keep these two hidden weapons in your hands and hide them in your sleeves. If the other two attack you while I am fighting Dongfang Bai, use these hidden weapons immediately."

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously glanced down.

But what they saw was a delicate, flat, round silver box that was slightly smaller than an adult man's hand.

The surface of this silver box is not smooth as a mirror, but is covered with fine and even, tiny metallic diamond patterns that overlap like layers of fish scales, giving it a cold, restrained, and incredibly hard matte texture under the moonlight.

The box has smooth, seamless lines, with almost no visible seams, and the craftsmanship is astonishing.

At first glance, it looks more like an inconspicuous yet gorgeous accessory worn by a noblewoman at the waist.

In the very center of the box lid is a pigeon blood stone, slightly larger than a grain of rice, perfectly cut into a teardrop shape, emitting a faint red glow in the dim light. The stone is pure and has a deep luster, like a solidified drop of blood, exuding an eerie beauty.

This gemstone is not only an ornament, but also one of the unique key mechanisms of the Tang Clan.

The only inscription on the surface is a sixteen-character inscription: "When it goes out, blood must be drawn; it must not return empty-handed; the most urgent of all; the king of hidden weapons."

These were the two deadly weapons that Gu Shaoan had obtained through the lottery using achievement points over the past three years.

Tang Clan's hidden weapon, Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.

The twenty-seven silver nails were swift and powerful. Once activated, each one moved as fast as a shadow. Even a master who had condensed his Qi could be destroyed by these hidden weapons if he was not careful.

After explaining the method of using hidden weapons to the two women in just a few words, the two women immediately pulled their hands, which were holding the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, back into their sleeves.

Only then did Gu Shaoan step forward and put his arms around Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's waists respectively. Then, as his internal energy circulated according to the "Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon" technique, his figure suddenly soared into the sky like a dragon, covering more than ten feet in a single leap, with each touch of his toes landing perfectly.

The three people, including Dongfang Bai, seemed to sense something was wrong with the commotion behind them and instinctively turned around.

When they saw Gu Shaoan displaying his lightness skill with two people, displaying such speed and effortless grace, Qu Yang and Sang San Niang were both astonished by his mastery of lightness skill.

When Dongfang Bai's gaze swept over the heavy sword on Gu Shaoan's back, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"interesting!"

With a final murmur, Dongfang Bai slowly withdrew his gaze, his figure as swift as a shadow.

The group of figures moved like ghosts through the rooftops and alleyways, arriving at a desolate abandoned residential area in the north of the city in less than a quarter of an hour.

The area is overgrown with weeds, and broken walls and ruins are everywhere. Only the frames of a few main houses still stand stubbornly, casting distorted shadows under the pale moonlight.

"This place is quite spacious. Are you satisfied, young brother Gu?"

Dongfang Bai stood in the center of a fairly flat open space, his eerie eyes, adorned with exquisite eyeliner, fixed on Gu Shaoan and the other two who were gracefully descending.

Gu Shaoan withdrew his hands, took the heavy sword from his back and planted it in the ground, blocking Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan's bodies.

Seeing where Gu Shaoan's heavy sword was stuck, the two women immediately understood that Gu Shaoan used this heavy sword to block their hands that were holding the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, so that their hands would not be pulled back into their sleeves for a long time and others would notice something was wrong.

"Senior brother is so thoughtful!"

After understanding Gu Shaoan's intentions, Yang Yan couldn't help but admire him.

After planting the heavy sword in the ground, Gu Shaoan, holding the Chengxin Sword, leaped up and stood three zhang away from Dongfang Bai.

Seeing this, Sang San Niang and the others tacitly retreated to the base of the dilapidated wall in the distance, leaving the spacious area in the middle open.

The night wind swept across the ruins, stirring up dust and smoke.

Gu Shaoan slowly drew the Chengxin Sword from its sheath.

The longsword was like a clear autumn pool, flowing with a restrained brilliance under the moonlight. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a deep and melodious hum, as if in harmony with the wielder's state of mind.

Under the moonlight, the powder on Dongfang Bai's face appeared somewhat cold and hard. He looked at the sword in Gu Shaoan's hand, a red glint flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to that strange languor.

He slightly raised his right hand, and at his fingertips, he had somehow already grasped a fine embroidery needle, almost invisible to the naked eye, its tip gleaming with a sharp, cold light.

"please."

Gu Shaoan stood firmly with his sword in hand, his whole being like an ancient pine tree rooted in the earth, exuding a calm and composed aura.

"please."

Dongfang Bai's voice was high-pitched and slightly hoarse. As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Bai circulated his true energy and appeared three feet to Gu Shaoan's left as if by teleportation.

laugh--!
The moment he closed in, the embroidery needle at Dongfang Bai's fingertip seemed to vanish into thin air and then reappear in an instant, carrying a chilling light that was concentrated to the extreme. It silently and ruthlessly stabbed towards Gu Shaoan's shoulder, its trajectory unpredictable, its angle insidious, and its speed as fast as lightning!

This injection, without any earth-shattering fanfare, was simply extremely fast.

It was so fast that ordinary martial artists who had returned to the Innate Realm couldn't even react.

Faced with the embroidery needle that Dongfang Baici was throwing, Gu Shaoan's eyes were like a calm, cold pool, without any ripples. He simply twisted his right wrist to the left and back casually.

The sword tip traced a soft, ethereal path through the air, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, silently brushing against the piercingly cold light. It seemed gentle and slow, but in reality, it was exquisite and the timing was perfect!
"Ding--!"

The faint sound, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly broke the deathly silence of the abandoned house.

The moment the sword tip touched the needle tip, the insidious energy and true qi gathered on the needle tip collided violently with the true qi and energy emanating from Gu Shaoan's sword tip!
There was no earth-shattering roar, only an invisible ripple of air that exploded from the point of contact, blowing up dust from the ground like smoke.

Immediately afterward, in Qu Yang and Sang San Niang's sight, Dongfang Bai, dressed in fiery red, actually took a step back.

"The sect leader has actually retired? How could that be?"

As Dongfang Bai's confidants, Qu Yang and Sang San Niang were the most aware of Dongfang Bai's strength.

Several years ago, before he became the leader of the Sun Moon Sect, his strength was no less than that of Zuo Lengchan of the Songshan Sect.

In recent years, Dongfang Bai's strength has risen to an extremely terrifying level.

Although Qu Yang and Sang San Niang were also at the level of returning to the innate realm, they couldn't withstand a single move from Dongfang Bai.

But Gu Shaoan was able to force Dongfang Bai back a step the moment they started fighting.

How could this not shock the two of them?
At the same time, a look of horror flashed in Dongfang Bai's eyes.

His needle strike was swift, insidious, and cunning, and the embroidery needle itself was barely thicker than a hair, making it even harder to defend against.

But Gu Shaoan's sword not only blocked it, but the immense force that surged back was like a raging sea, and even made his fingertips slightly numb through the thin needle.

Moreover, Dongfang Bai could feel Gu Shaoan's true energy, which was domineering and scorching. The moment his own true energy touched Gu Shaoan's true energy, it was quickly dissolved by Gu Shaoan's true energy.

At such a young age, not only does he possess such profound skill, but he has also reached a level where he can handle heavy tasks with ease.

What surprised Dongfang Bai the most was the power contained in Gu Shaoan's sword.

It would be no exaggeration to describe it as having "the force of a thousand pounds".

This made Dongfang Bai understand why Gu Shaoan could carry that heavy sword, which looked particularly heavy, without changing his expression.

"Could this kid be born with superhuman strength?"

Dongfang Bai felt a sudden surge of vigilance, and Gu Shaoan's heart was also heavy at this moment.

"The martial arts in this 'Sunflower Manual' are indeed extraordinary."

Dongfang Bai's needle strike just now was incredibly fast, almost lightning-fast.

Even Gu Shaoan was not as fast as him.

Gu Shaoan's sword-drawing speed far surpasses that of others, thanks to the "Sword Drawing Like a Rainbow" skill and his years of training.

However, the "Sunflower Manual" can achieve this simply by combining special true qi cultivated with martial arts techniques, which is truly impressive.

In addition, Gu Shaoan could clearly feel an extremely domineering power from Dongfang Bai's embroidery needle.

It wasn't a terrifying force like Gu Shaoan's, but rather the result of condensed true energy.

In terms of controlling strength, he has clearly reached a level of effortless mastery.

If it were anyone else, caught off guard, even someone like Gu Shaoan, the sword tip piercing that embroidery needle would cause their arm to go numb and their weapon to slip from their hand due to the true energy condensed on the needle.

At their first encounter, their expressions seemed unchanged, but both of them were already quite serious.

A few breaths later, Dongfang Bai let out a soft hum and moved again.

As he approached Gu Shaoan, his figure flickered, and he actually used his true energy to condense several elusive and indistinguishable phantoms.

As they drew near, she flung her hands out, her fingertips now entwined with red embroidery thread.

At the other end of the embroidery thread, two sharp embroidery needles were threaded through.

As Dongfang Bai's hands flew, a dense, rain-like sound of air being torn apart instantly rang out.

It was as if what was being thrust at Gu Shaoan at this moment was not just two embroidery needles, but hundreds of cold stars shining at the same time.

It happened so fast that only a blurry light and shadow remained. The sharp needles seemed to come from all directions, penetrating everywhere, both poisonous and cunning, piercing all of Gu Shaoan's vital points. Each needle carried the penetrating power to pierce through metal and stone.

Sang San Niang and the others, standing beneath the ruins, felt a chill run down their spines. Even from a distance, they could feel the deadly threat contained within the countless needle-like shadows!
In contrast, Gu Shaoan, facing this terrifying net of needles that could instantly turn an ordinary expert into a sieve, narrowed his eyes and his figure suddenly became as steady as Mount Tai. His sword moved with his body, as gently as a breeze caressing the catkins.

As the sword light flashed, it seemed as if an invisible "silver vortex" formed around him, swallowing and crushing all the needle shadows in the sky!
"Ding ding ding ding ding"

In an instant, a series of rapid, metallic clanging sounds, like a sudden downpour of rain hitting banana leaves, exploded wildly, sending chills down the spines of Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, Qu Yang, and Sang San Niang.

Each time it clashed with that cunning and insidious cold light, it unleashed an astonishingly fierce and powerful force. Dongfang Bai's embroidery needle, which was capable of piercing through metal and whose speed was unparalleled in the world, was repeatedly deflected, knocked away, or forced to change direction by the heavy and unstoppable sword force.

Although Dongfang Bai's sword strikes were dense and fast, like thousands of venomous snakes biting, Gu Shaoan's sword momentum was steady and heavy, as if a giant rock was sitting in the center!

Gu Shaoan stood firmly on his feet, as immovable as a mountain, his body moving with his sword, his footwork steady and smooth.

His sword swings seemed slower than Dongfang Bai's embroidery needles, yet he always managed to block the fatal needles at just the right moment, and each collision caused the pink figure to tremble almost imperceptibly.

Dongfang Bai relied on unparalleled speed and unpredictable trajectories, while Gu Shaoan relied on his mastery of martial arts honed through countless trials, refined skill, effortless technique, and incomparably powerful foundation!

Occasionally, a needle-like blade would slip through the sword net, but it would be directly knocked away by Gu Shaoan's "Golden Top Cotton Palm," which uses stillness to control movement and strikes after the opponent has moved first.

In just a few dozen breaths, the two had already exchanged over a hundred blows.

Their figures kept intersecting and colliding in the ruins under the moonlight.

A person moved like a phantom, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, swift and unpredictable.

One man stood as steady as a mountain, his sword strikes as powerful and heavy as the setting sun.

The needle goes against the grain, the sword moves with grandeur.

Fast and slow, cunning and righteous, skillful and forceful—the two fighters' styles were completely different.

The occasional bursts of energy that dissipated left behind streaks on the ground.

After their exchange, the ground within a five-zhang radius around Gu Shaoan and Dongfang Bai was riddled with holes from the splattering energy; it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "full of holes."

The seriousness on Gu Shaoan's face grew even more pronounced.

A moment later, just as Dongfang Bai once again circled around to Gu Shaoan's side with incredible speed, and the needle shadow pierced towards his Qihai acupoint like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, Gu Shaoan's eyes suddenly narrowed. Instead of dodging or avoiding, he used the airflow generated by Dongfang Bai's movement to subtly rotate his body as if pulled by an invisible force.

This seemingly simple rotation actually contains a profound meaning of unloading and traction.

The trajectory of Dongfang Bai's cunning and insidious needle was deflected by his subtle turn, and it pierced into the sleeve on the outside of his arm.

The terrifying force contained in the needle tip instantly pierced through Gu Shaoan's sleeve.

But Gu Shaoan ignored it all. The moment his body took off, his strength rose up along the great dragon of his spine. His slender hand slowly emerged from his wide blue and white sleeves and pressed down on Dongfang Bai while Dongfang Bai's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated.

It was precisely the "immortal supporting the head" technique that he had used thoroughly.

However, just as the true energy surged wildly into his palm, a peculiar feeling flashed through Gu Shaoan's mind.

It felt exactly the same as when Ding Mian and Fei Bin used "Immortal Support" at the Hengshan Party.

(End of this chapter)