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

The old sect leader's wrinkled face had turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't help but speak.

"As a senior figure in the sect, haven't I been treated with utmost respect and deference wherever I've gone in my life?"

"When have you ever been treated like this?"

"You arrogant brat!"

After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward, and his aura instantly exploded.

He raised his hand, lightning crackling in his palm. Just as he was about to strike, he stopped, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the headless corpse on the ground, and he muttered to himself.

"Just a few minutes ago, the Supreme Elder lying on the ground was not much weaker than me in cultivation, and he was only one step away from the Void Refinement stage."

"With just that simple punch, before he could even let out a complete scream, his head was gone."

"The power of Gu Changyuan's punch just now, that fist intent carrying the aura of reincarnation and annihilation—even if it were me, could I really have blocked it?"

"Even if we can block it, we'll probably have to pay the price of half our lives."

"What if we lose..."

"If he loses, he will lose not only his life, but also the reputation he has built up over the past hundred years. At that time, he, as the ancestor, will become the biggest joke in the entire cultivation world."

Thinking of this, the old sect leader felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

The old woman next to her, leaning on a cane, had obviously thought of this as well.

She had originally intended to teach Gu Changyuan a lesson, and had even raised her cane, but seeing that the old sect leader had stopped, she also tacitly restrained her aura.

The ancestors were stuck there, unable to move forward or backward.

Seeing the hesitant and timid look on these old guys' faces, Gu Changyuan chuckled.

He addressed them.

"What? You're not going to do anything now? Weren't you all shouting so loudly just now? Weren't you going to clean house? Why are you all suddenly silent?"

"I thought you guys were so capable that you could turn the world upside down, but it turns out you're just a bunch of paper tigers."

"It looks intimidating, but it breaks easily with a single poke."

These words caused an uproar. An inner disciple swallowed hard and said...

"A paper tiger?"

"Does he dare say that the sect's patriarch is a paper tiger?"

"My god, Holy Son, this is too audacious! That's our sect's ancestor!"

"This is so disrespectful, it's like slapping someone in the face in public."

"What do you mean by 'daring'? That's real strength!"

"Didn't you see? The old sect leader was scolded like that, and he didn't dare utter a single word. Why? Because he's afraid of dying!"

"That's right. In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. A holy son's fist is the strongest. That's the hard truth, regardless of your seniority."

Hearing their words, the old sect leader's face twitched, filled with shame and indignation.

But he could only suppress it, his old face turning purple.

Gu Changyuan was too lazy to bother with these cowardly old guys anymore.

He turned around and slowly walked to the side of the Supreme Elder's corpse.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he bent down and began to grope the corpse.

This scene made everyone's eyelids twitch again.

Openly touching a corpse in front of an old friend and all the disciples of the sect?

That's so inconsiderate.

But Gu Changyuan didn't care.

He killed the man, so the spoils naturally belong to him; that's only right and proper.

Soon, he tore a Qiankun bag embroidered with gold thread from the corpse's waist.

This was the Supreme Elder's personal possession; it contained his life savings.

Gu Changyuan didn't shy away from it and directly probed in with his divine sense.

With a slight surge of divine sense, the remaining soul imprint on it was erased.

He rummaged through it.

Wow, there's quite a lot of stuff.

"He's not exactly poor, but he's not exactly rich either."

Gu Changyuan pursed his lips, stuffed the Qiankun bag into his robes, and casually kept it for himself.

Although it wouldn't be of much help to his own cultivation, it would be excellent to take it back as a reward to his subordinates or exchange it for other resources.

After finishing all this, Gu Changyuan dusted off his hands.

He turned around, not even glancing at the old ancestors who were still sulking, and walked straight up to the top of the main hall.

That was originally the seat where the sect leader sat.

Gu Changyuan climbed the steps one by one.

Reaching the highest point, he flicked his robes and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

Whether it was the old ancestors, the current elders who were lying on the ground, or the thousands of disciples, they all had to look up at him at this moment.

Gu Changyuan sat in the high seat, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

That look in his eyes was domineering, cold, and arrogant.

The main hall was eerily quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, Gu Changyuan finally spoke slowly.

"Our sect competition was interrupted by a few clueless people, which ruined everyone's mood."

"Those messy things are all sorted out now, let's get back to what we were doing."

"Now, I formally announce."

"The sect competition shall continue!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples were stunned.

They were still reeling from the shock of the Holy Son killing the Supreme Elder and confronting the Ancestor.

Who would have thought that the Holy Son, after killing someone, touching the corpse, and taking the throne, would first announce the start of the competition?

This is such a jump!

"So...it's starting already?"

One of the disciples scratched his head, looking incredulous.

"I thought that with something this serious happening, the death of a Supreme Elder, the sect would need to take a few days to reorganize, hold a funeral or something, and at least wait a few days, right?"

The person next to him rolled their eyes at him.

"A funeral? Who's there to mourn? The Supreme Elder was executed by the Holy Son; he's a sinner. What kind of funeral is that?"

"But the Holy Son is really bold. He just finished killing someone, and without even taking a breath, he wants to watch the match right away?"

"It seems that the Holy Son really didn't expend much effort to kill that Supreme Elder. Look at his rosy complexion; he didn't even break a sweat."

Once they realized what was happening, the oppressive and terrified atmosphere was instantly replaced by a strange sense of excitement.

The disciples' eyes lit up.

For these lower-level disciples, what does it matter whether the Supreme Elder lives or dies?

That was a power struggle between big shots.

But the sect competition is different.

That was a major event concerning their vital interests; it was their only chance to rise above others and achieve success.

If the competition is canceled, their year of hard training will have been wasted.

Now that the Holy Son has not only not canceled it, but is going to start it immediately, this is absolutely fantastic news for them.

"Who cares! If the Holy Son says to start, then let's start!"

"Exactly! What do we care about those important figures living or dying? All we need to do is perform well in front of the Holy Son!"

"This is a grand competition personally presided over by the Holy Son! If we can catch his eye, won't we be able to do whatever we want in the sect?"

"Quickly, get ready to go on stage!"

In an instant, the atmosphere outside the main hall became lively.

Everyone was eager to get into the ring and show their best side to the man sitting in the high position.

This is the world of cultivation.

It is cruel and realistic, yet full of vitality.

The old authority has fallen, and a new god is rising.

For the ants below, it doesn't matter who sits in that position; what matters is who can bring them hope.

Clearly, Gu Changyuan is that hope now.