You remained chaste on your wedding night, do you really think this holy son is a simp?

The hundreds of disciples who were watching the spectacle suddenly felt a tightness in their chests.

"boom!"

Centered on Gu Changyuan, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

Nascent Soul Stage!

The first to be affected were those few true disciples who had been dancing the most enthusiastically just moments before.

Especially that Zhao Ping'an.

His smile froze on his face, instantly turning into extreme terror.

His knees buckled, completely out of his control.

"Bang!"

He knelt heavily on the ground, and that wasn't the end of it.

The spiritual pressure pressed down hard on his head and his spine.

Zhao Ping'an wanted to look up.

I want to straighten my back.

But it's simply impossible.

He could only watch helplessly as his face got closer and closer to the ground.

At last.

"Clatter".

His entire face was pressed into the dust on the ground.

It wasn't just him.

All of the disciples who had surrounded Qin Shuang and were yelling at her earlier hadn't escaped.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

After a series of muffled thuds.

The once arrogant senior disciples were now all lying on the ground in neat rows.

The posture was awkward.

"Uh... Ah!"

Zhao Ping'an forced out a painful growl from his throat.

Zhao Ping'an exerted all his strength, the veins on his forehead bulging, trying to prop himself up.

At this moment, Zhao Ping'an was extremely indignant. He was a true disciple and one of the best among this generation of disciples. How could he be humiliated like this in public?

But Zhao Ping'an had only raised his head an inch.

Gu Changyuan merely glanced at him indifferently.

"boom!"

The spiritual pressure intensified once again.

Zhao Ping'an's head, which he had just raised slightly, was slammed back to the ground once again.

This time, it's even more ruthless.

His nose was smashed and twisted, and blood flowed from his nostrils, staining the jade brick red.

Everyone present was stunned.

The outer disciples were all silent, not daring to even breathe. They looked at the young man standing in the center of the arena with fear and awe.

Is this the Holy Son?

Is this the terror of the Nascent Soul stage?

What principles, what rules? In the face of absolute power, they are nothing but a fart.

At the very center of the crowd, Chen Yueyao froze completely.

She was originally hiding behind Zhao Ping'an, waiting to see Qin Shuang driven to a dead end.

But in the blink of an eye...

Her backers, her good senior brothers, all fell.

Chen Yueyao's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Looking at Zhao Ping'an lying on the ground, his face covered in blood and looking disheveled, her fear instantly reached its peak.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked at Gu Changyuan.

If she dared to utter a single cry now, this man would absolutely not hesitate to smother her to the ground, making her even worse off than Zhao Ping'an and the others.

Chen Yueyao could only cover her mouth tightly, swallowing back the scream that was about to come out, and didn't even dare to look at Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan walked up to the group of true disciples who were lying on the ground.

Zhao Ping'an lay on the ground, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hem of a garment brushing past his head.

He was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

What a disgrace!

Zhao Ping'an wanted to roar in anger and fight back desperately.

But the immense pressure made it impossible for him to even lift a finger. He could only swallow this humiliation, his face streaked with tears, blood, and dirt.

Gu Changyuan completely ignored the movement beneath his feet.

He walked straight up to Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang was still standing there, stunned.

She was watching all of this unfold before her eyes, her mind a little blank.

Just now, she was struggling in the abyss of despair, feeling that she was going to die and be driven to her death by these so-called fellow disciples.

But in the blink of an eye...

Gu Changyuan actually took action for me?

Qin Shuang stood there, stunned, staring at Gu Changyuan.

Furthermore, to Qin Shuang's surprise, Gu Changyuan's attack was swift and devastating.

They directly suppressed the entire area.

Just as she was in a daze.

Gu Changyuan was already standing in front of her.

His back was to Qin Shuang, his broad shoulders blocking all view and shielding him from all wind and rain.

As Qin Shuang watched that figure recede into the distance, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside her.

Sour and astringent.

Complex.

There was also a long-lost sense of security.

She wanted to say something, like thank you, or why.

But he couldn't say anything.

at this time.

The disciples who were lying on the ground finally caught their breath.

Although he still can't move his body, he can move his mouth a little.

They watched as Gu Changyuan stood in front of Qin Shuang, his posture clearly showing he was protecting his own.

They all immediately became anxious.

What is this?

Is the Holy Son trying to take sides?

They were not satisfied!

In their minds, which were filled with prejudice and stupidity, Qin Shuang was a thief, a morally corrupt villain.

And they are the messengers of justice.

Justice has been suppressed and evil has been protected. Is there any justice left?

"Holy Child!"

A disciple, who was lying on the ground, struggled to raise his head, the veins on his neck throbbing, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"What are you doing? She stole Junior Sister's Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Everyone saw it, it's a fact, Holy Son, are you mistaken?"

Once someone took the lead, others followed suit and started shouting.

Although the voice wasn't loud and there was some panting, the defiant spirit was quite strong.

"Yes, Holy Son!"

Zhao Ping'an gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked grief-stricken.

"You are the sect's holy son, representing the sect's face and its rules."

"Now that Qin Shuang has committed such a grave mistake, are you trying to protect her by doing this?"

"Holy Son, please reconsider!"

"The evidence is now irrefutable; she stole the Foundation Establishment Pill. So many people saw it. You can't let her be a true disciple and then turn a blind eye!"

A group of true disciples lay on the ground, still chattering away.

They seem to have no idea what's going on.

They didn't even understand their own identity.

How dare they speak to Gu Changyuan like that, and even try to intimidate him with sect rules?

How dare you teach him how to do things?

Gu Changyuan almost laughed out of anger when he heard these words.

Really.

He'd seen stupid people before, but never one so refreshingly unique.

At this point, instead of thinking about how to beg for mercy or how to save their lives, they're not thinking about how to beg for mercy.

They were still stealing Foundation Establishment Pills one after another.

Was this person's brain slammed in a door or kicked by a donkey?

They didn't even understand why Gu Changyuan was angry.

Gu Changyuan gave a cold laugh.

That kind of look in their eyes sent chills down your spine.

Gu Changyuan offered no explanation.

There was no rebuttal.

I didn't try to reason with them at length.

Trying to reason with an idiot is an insult to your own intelligence.

"Are you saying I'm covering for someone?"

Before he finished speaking, the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator erupted once more!