In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 354 Demonic Sect, Meng Chixing
"Dawn, indeed, lives up to its name."

After listening to Gu Shaoan's words, Pang Ban pondered for a moment and then responded.

Then he looked up at Gu Shaoan and said, "Why did you aim your sword at my dantian instead of my heart? Did you want to humiliate me in this way?"

Gu Shaoan shook his head and said, "Although the Demon Master and I have old grudges, they are not enough to humiliate me. The reason I haven't killed him yet is simply that the time is not right."

"opportunity?"

Hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Pang Ban looked puzzled.

Gu Shaoan turned his head to look at Gongzi Yu.

"how much longer?"

Gongzi Yu shrugged and said, "After all, there are quite a few archers. If not enough are killed, the people inside won't send a signal."

"Hey~"

"boom"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a signal flare suddenly shot into the air and exploded outside the main hall.

In an instant, the sky outside the hall was also illuminated purple for less than a breath, causing everyone inside the hall to subconsciously glance outside.

After turning his gaze away from outside the main hall, Gongzi Yu smiled and looked at Gu Shaoan: "That's about it."

As they were speaking, Shangguan Jin Hong and Li Qian Zhong, who were outside the door, slipped into the main hall and stood behind Gongzi Yu.

Outside the main hall, the archers of the Great Yuan Kingdom, after being slaughtered by these two, now numbered only a few dozen.

"call--"

Just then, Zhang Sanfeng, inside the Zhenwu Hall, seemed to sense something and slightly raised his eyes to look at the entrance of the hall.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Shaoan suddenly sensed the unusual movement of the power of heaven and earth, and his gaze, like Zhang Sanfeng's, also turned towards the entrance of the Zhenwu Hall.

Almost the instant Gu Shaoan's gaze fell upon the entrance to the main hall, he saw the light at the entrance seem to distort for a moment.

Then, in Gu Shaoan's line of sight, the entrance to the main hall, which had just been empty, now had a figure.

Judging from his appearance alone, the man was about forty or fifty years old, with a rustic face and a skin tone of a light bronze, the color of someone who had long held a high position and endured the trials of life. His facial features were strong and distinct, as if carefully carved into rock with an axe, and his thick eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples.

He was extremely tall and robust, a head taller than Pang Ban, with astonishingly broad shoulders and back, which made his seemingly simple black outfit look full and sturdy.

What is most impressive about him are his eyes. His eye sockets are slightly sunken, and his eyes are the same color as purple jade. But his gaze is calm and unwavering. When he looks at people, it is not as if he is looking at living beings, but as if he is examining an object or an insignificant landscape.

He stood there casually, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

He stood there, three feet inside the threshold, as if he had been there from the beginning and had never moved.

With such uncanny lightness of foot and such a striking appearance, the identity of the newcomer is self-evident.

The strongest person in the Great Yuan Kingdom.

Meng Chixing, the former master of the Demon Master Palace, Pang Ban's teacher, and nicknamed the Demon Sect Master.

This uncanny lightness skill made Gu Shaoan's eyes flicker with a hint of apprehension.

Following Zhang Sanfeng and Gu Shaoan, Zhu Wushi, Gongzi Yu, and others also noticed Meng Chixing entering the main hall.

Both Gongzi Yu and Zhu Wushi were momentarily stunned when faced with Meng Chixing, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Meng Chixing's gaze swept lightly over Pang Ban, who was kneeling on one knee, bleeding from the mouth, and breathing weakly. A slight ripple appeared in his purple pupils, but it subsided after a moment.

Under everyone's gaze, Meng Chixing took a step forward, but as if shrinking the distance, he instantly moved to Pang Ban's side.

At the very spot where he had just stood, a fleeting afterimage rapidly blurred in the candlelight of the hall.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, whose face still bore traces of purplish-black, Meng Chixing's lips moved slightly.

"Master Zhang, it's been a long time."

Zhang Sanfeng, whose gaze was also fixed on Meng Chixing, nodded and said, "More than twenty years have passed, and Benefactor Meng's demeanor remains as elegant as ever."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Pang Ban and continued, "However, I don't remember when I had such a great enmity with your Demon Master Palace, which caused your people to travel thousands of miles to Wudang to cause me trouble."

Meng Chixing shook his head, his expression still indifferent: "Who can truly understand the affairs of the world, the grudges and grievances? What's done is done."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng slowly said, "So, Benefactor Meng, you've come here today to cause me trouble?"

Meng Chixing glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on Gongzi Yu and Gu Shaoan.

Then he continued, "Before I came, it was only because I received a message saying that someone would harm my disciple, so I followed along out of concern. But now, I've discovered that it's not my disciple who's being plotted against, but my master and I."

"Since the person plotting behind the scenes chose Wudang as the location, they must be using Master Zhang to deal with me."

"If I were to leave directly, would Master Zhang give up?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "If your disciple hadn't made it to Wudang tonight, I could have turned a blind eye. But things have already escalated to this point, and we can't stop this now without taking action."

Meng Chixing nodded and said, "Very well. More than twenty years ago, I lost to you by half a move. Now that twenty years have passed, I also want to see how much Master Zhang's strength has improved."

Zhang Sanfeng looked around the Zhenwu Hall, then said in a consultative tone, "My Wudang sect is poor and cannot compare with your Demon Master Palace. If this Zhenwu Hall is destroyed, a large group of disciples will probably go hungry and have to go outside to fight."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing raised his hand and patted Pang Ban's shoulder. Then, with his right hand, he gently pulled Pang Ban's body towards the people from the Demon Master Palace, who carefully caught him.

Neither Zhang Sanfeng nor Gu Shaoan stopped Meng Chixing from doing so.

The real highlight of today is the upcoming battle between Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing.

If Meng Chixing wins, no one will dare to stop Pang Ban and the people from the Demon Master Palace from leaving or staying.

If Zhang Sanfeng wins, not to mention Pang Ban and others, even Meng Chixing will have a hard time leaving Wudang alive.

At this moment, Pang Ban's location is not important.

After handing Pang Ban over to the people of the Demon Master's Palace, Meng Chixing spoke again: "Your Great Wei Kingdom has a saying, 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' Since Master Zhang has spoken, this small matter should naturally be decided by Master Zhang."

After speaking, Meng Chixing slowly turned around and walked step by step out of the main hall.

Just as Meng Chixing set off, Zhang Sanfeng transmitted his voice, saying, "Kid, when the fight breaks out, be careful to protect my disciples."

Gu Shaoan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

As if sensing something, Meng Chixing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Then he turned to look at Gu Shaoan.

A few breaths later, Meng Chixing spoke up: "Are you Gu Shaoan of the Emei Sect?" In response to Meng Chixing's question, Gu Shaoan replied softly: "Junior Gu Shaoan greets the former Demon Master of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

Hearing Gu Shaoan address him, Meng Chixing's purple eyes flickered slightly.

"Former Demon Master, it's been a long time since I've heard that title."

Then, Meng Chixing changed the subject, saying, "To be able to surpass my disciple at such a young age, your talent is truly rare."

"If I survive this day, I will give you a chance to challenge me once you reach the Celestial Realm."

Upon hearing the voice, Gu Shaoan glanced at Zhang Sanfeng but remained silent.

Meng Chixing was very strong, but Gu Shaoan knew that Zhang Sanfeng was even stronger.

Whether now or in the future, after any major upheaval occurs in the land of Kyushu, Zhang Sanfeng's strength remains unmatched.

Today's battle may seem like a fight between fire and water, but Gu Shaoan already knew the outcome.

Seeing Gu Shaoan's reaction, Meng Chixing raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and continued walking out of the main hall without saying another word.

As soon as Meng Chixing stepped out of the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng circulated his internal energy, and his complexion immediately returned to normal, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

Seeing that the purplish-black aura on Zhang Sanfeng's face instantly faded and his complexion turned rosy, Zhu Wushi knew perfectly well that Zhang Sanfeng's previous poisoning and injury were clearly an act.
As for the reason
Zhu Wushi turned his head to look at Gongzi Yu, his eyes narrowing slightly.

However, before Zhu Wushi could think further, Zhang Sanfeng's voice suddenly entered his ears.

"Still looking? This humble Taoist priest is here to take you away."

And the source of the sound was very close.

Zhu Wushi suddenly turned his head and saw that Zhang Sanfeng was already standing in front of him, less than three feet apart.

The moment Zhu Wushi turned around and saw Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng's somewhat thick right hand was already lashing out at him.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng make a move, Zhu Wushi felt his hair stand on end. His protective qi was activated in response, and his internal energy was running at full power. He subconsciously wanted to use his movement technique to retreat rapidly, while at the same time, he gathered power in his right hand, preparing to block or counterattack.

However, just as the thought crossed his mind and he was about to move, an invisible and intangible yet extremely heavy and viscous energy quietly converged from all directions, firmly enveloping and imprisoning the space around him.

What's even more terrifying is that the more he tried to break through the surrounding energy by urging his internal energy to break free, the stronger the viscous, confining feeling became.

Even the flow of internal energy felt like being stuck in glue, as if struggling in a swamp and only sinking deeper.

While unable to move, Zhu Wushi could only see Zhang Sanfeng's thick, large hand slightly open, which then gradually magnified in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap, even with a lingering echo, landed squarely on Zhu Wushi's left cheek.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the suddenly silent Zhenwu Hall.

A solid slap landed on Zhu Wushi's face. His vision went black, stars flashed before his eyes, and his ears were ringing. Half of his cheek went numb at first, followed by a burning pain.

After the first slap, Zhang Sanfeng swung his right hand repeatedly, delivering three more slaps, one on the front and one on the back.

After a few slaps, Zhu Wushi's hair was completely disheveled, clear red and swollen finger marks quickly appeared on his face, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Where was the majesty of the Iron-Blooded Marquis?
Slowly withdrawing his hand, Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly: "If it weren't for your Zhu surname, I would have slapped you to death right now. How dare you scheme against me? Humph!"

As the last note faded, the force that had just filled Zhu Wushi's surroundings vanished without a trace.

With the pressure gone, Zhu Wushi swayed and stumbled back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

Zhang Sanfeng, however, stopped looking at him, muttered "That feels good" to himself, and walked outside.

At the same time, after regaining his footing, a chilling glint flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes and disappeared in an instant.

However, Zhu Wushi remained silent as he watched Zhang Sanfeng slowly walk out of the hall, his face ashen.

Zhu Wushi once thought that with his more than two hundred years of skill and martial arts, he would at least have a fighting chance against a Celestial Realm martial artist.

Even when facing Zhang Sanfeng, they wouldn't be completely helpless.

But the strength Zhang Sanfeng had just displayed made Zhu Wushi realize that he had been too naive.

If Zhang Sanfeng wanted to, he wouldn't even have the right or ability to fight back.

What good is more than two hundred years of skill?
In front of Zhang Sanfeng, he couldn't even manage to mobilize his internal energy.

The difference in strength between him and Zhang Sanfeng was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wushi suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and circulated his internal energy to eliminate the discomfort on his face after those slaps.

After Gu Shaoan sheathed his sword, Gu Santong moved to Gu Shaoan's side.

Looking at Zhu Wushi, whose face was ashen and who was circulating his internal energy to dispel the bruises on his face, Gu Santong transmitted his voice.

"The slaps Master Zhang gave me were so hard they made my heart itch."

Gu Shaoan chuckled inwardly at this.

To become the number one person in the Great Wei Kingdom, how could he be someone without a trace of passion and temper?

Although Zhang Sanfeng could not be described as "vengeful," he was definitely not the kind of person who would silently endure being wronged.

Regardless of whether today's events were a setup or not, the fact remains that Zhu Wushi, along with Pang Ban, secretly poisoned Wudang and attacked it under cover of night.

It's only natural to take action and vent one's anger before Zhu Wushi dies.

"Let's go! We can't miss the battle at the Celestial Realm."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan started walking out of the main hall.

Having only taken a few steps, Gu Shaoan sensed the unusual movements of the other Wudang disciples around him and suddenly looked at Yu Daiyan and Zhang Songxi: "Battles at the Celestial Realm are not for ordinary people to witness. To avoid any accidents, you should refrain from letting ordinary Wudang disciples get involved."

At this time, among the Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall, there were quite a few whose internal energy cultivation had not yet reached the level of returning to the innate realm.

Such strength would be enough to injure even a martial artist who has condensed their Qi into Yuan in battle, as they might be injured by the aftershocks of the fight.

Not to mention that the current battles are between martial artists at the Celestial Realm level, such as Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing.

Anyone who gets even a little bit of the aftershock will be either killed or seriously injured.

Zhang Songxi and the others clearly understood this principle as well.

He immediately ordered all the Wudang disciples to stay inside the Zhenwu Hall, while he and his companions followed Gu Shaoan and Gu Santong out of the hall.

Before long, the group stepped out of the main hall and saw two people standing five zhang apart in the square outside.

(End of this chapter)