The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

Before Gu Chuanhen arrived here, everyone was plotting their own schemes.

But once Gu Chuanhen sat on the throne without any hesitation, those loose people became a united and unyielding group.

But this unity and solidarity was merely a tacit understanding; everyone was waiting for a hothead to challenge them.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"I am—" someone challenged, but before he could even introduce himself, the lines he had prepared were swallowed back down his throat.

Gu Chuanhen simply sat on his throne, and with a casual glance, he seemed to unleash an unparalleled, heaven-reaching punch.

The art of boxing using the eyes can be called the art of sight, but it truly strikes at the mind and spirit.

The man who was punched in the head by the witness felt as if he had drunk too much alcohol. His tongue was slurred and he felt as if he had been hit by a cold wind, and his head was splitting with pain.

"I...I..." The man stammered, unable to form any coherent words, simply standing there blankly repeating the word "I".

Whether the challenge will succeed is not the point. The point is that if someone dares to challenge, there will be a series of objections, but they are easy to deal with.

"Master Gu is ruthless. He's so good at making people stupid..." someone who didn't need to remember the name said.

The ancient legend says that the witness came again.

A single glance can be like a punch that reaches the heavens, creating a void in the mind and spirit, making one's thinking sluggish and dull.

The person who didn't need to remember the name opened his mouth but couldn't remember what to say. He opened his mouth again, not believing it, and finally sat down again with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect from afar, seemingly indicating his submission and hoping that Gu Chuanhen would retract his supernatural powers.

But Gu Chuanhen seemed not to hear, and continued to scan the crowd below the stage.

He was waiting for the other person to speak.

Fang Tianwang chuckled and said, "It seems he really is the one who should sit in this position today. He truly is a hero among young men."

He's a pragmatic man; knowing he's no match for the enemy, why think so much? He can just eat, drink, and watch; at least he can see a good show, so it's not a wasted trip.

only--

With his martial arts cultivation, he could tell that Gu Chuanhen had done these things using martial arts, but he couldn't figure out what methods Gu Chuanhen had used to make people stupid and foolish.

The fact that it's impossible to discern means that Gu Chuanhen's martial arts cultivation is higher than everyone else present, and even higher than that of those who cannot be discerned.

Fang Tianwang didn't cause trouble, but Gu Chuanhen did.

"Uncle, I think your knife is quite nice. May I take a look?" The young man sitting on the throne asked with a burning gaze.

But the intense gaze was fixed on his divine weapon, the sword.

Fang Tianwang, however, was quite straightforward. He casually tossed his golden knife, which he never let go of, and it shot out like a whistling wind, arriving in front of Gu Chuanhen.

"You can look at this Heavenly King's Golden Knife as long as you like, just remember to return it to me when you're done," said Fang Tianwang, bowing respectfully from afar.

The ancient legend tells of how he caught the knife with one hand, easily and effortlessly gripping the hilt.

"Of course, of course. I have no interest in taking other people's treasures."

He finished speaking with a smile, and suddenly drew his sword.

The sword is in the shape of a nine-ringed broadsword, only without the nine rings. The entire broadsword is golden, as if it were made of pure gold. If that were all, it would not be considered a treasure sword, but only a luxury and precious one.

However, Gu Chuanhen could tell that this knife was extraordinary.

It looks like a knife, but it actually contains all the meridians and acupoints, only it lacks internal organs, tendons, bones, and skin.

As for the place where numerous meridians and acupoints converge, there is something that seems to be the core, rhythmically expanding and contracting. It resembles a heart, but it is not a heart.

If I had to describe it, it would be a "great elixir" formed by the fusion of essence, energy, and spirit carried by meridians and acupoints.

In some respects, this knife is already considered to be the work of a master craftsman who has mastered the art of wielding the elixir.

This is neither an inanimate object nor a living one; rather, it is a knife that resembles a human body.

"This is interesting." Gu Chuanhen sheathed his sword, then suddenly threw it with a backhand motion.

He controlled it perfectly; the force and speed at which he flew out were the same when he returned.

Fang Tianwang raised his hand to catch the knife, already knowing that he was no match for Gu Chuanhen.

So he held the knife and bowed.

"I, Gu Chuanhen, am willing to follow the lead of the ancient master." He readily and straightforwardly agreed with Gu Chuanhen sitting on that throne.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at Fang Lashi, nodded slightly, and then looked at the rest of the group.

Everyone remained silent, like quails, except for the middle-aged man with the sallow face, whose expression was grim.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man's unpleasant expression, the unkempt, slovenly, and overweight man immediately raised his eyebrows and glared.

"You brat! Don't think that just because you killed Nalan Yuanshu, I'll be subdued just because you can't beat me! You've messed with my brother Gongming, so you've messed with me! Bring on my axe!"

The fat, dark-skinned man, carrying a pair of ornate axes, hopped and skipped, as if he were about to split Mount Hua in two and strike the head of the ancient, legendary Hateful Heaven.

Before Gu Chuanhen could make a move, the fat monk behind Fang La had already reached the bottom of the stage with an extreme speed that was not in line with his size, taking three steps in two and shrinking the distance to an inch. His hands stretched out in a way that seemed like an inverted Vajra cone, or like an Arhat subduing dragons and tigers.

He struck the Xuanhua axe with both fists, using his bare hands to clear the path for the axe, while his muscular body, half fat and half flesh, jiggled.

With each powerful blast, the fat man was sent flying back to Shou Gongming's side, his backside in the air, looking disheveled.

"Greetings, Elder Gu. I am Monk Baoguang." Monk Baoguang bowed with his hands clasped, a gesture of respect typical of martial artists.

Gu Chuan returned the greeting with a smile: "Greetings, Master. I have long admired you."

The fat monk chuckled, bowed again, then wiped his bald head before jumping off the platform and returning to his seat.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the fat, dark-skinned man, then looked at the withered, middle-aged Shou Gongming.

Seemingly sensing Gu Chuanhen's gaze sweep over him, Shou Gongming's expression changed to one of smiling respect.

"Master Gu is indeed a young hero. It is only right that you sit on this throne, but—" As he said this, he was about to use his profound skill that combined immortal and martial arts.

However, it is said that the ancient tradition used the sounds "hum ha" to induce a vibrating sound.

"However, you possess the 'Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Star Demon True Skill,' a profound technique that combines immortal and martial arts. How could you possibly submit to me? It's just that your Liangshan sect has only been established for a limited time and you haven't yet gathered all 108 heroes corresponding to the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, which means your technique isn't fully mastered. If it were, not only would Emperor Longqian not be a threat to you, but even I wouldn't be a threat to you."

Since the technique is so profound, how can you let a greenhorn sit on your head?

Am I right or wrong?!

The loud noise stopped the man's cultivation, leaving Shou Gongming in a limbo, his face turning from red to pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

How could Gu Chuanhen know that Shou Gongming possessed martial arts skills? The reason is simple, as Gala said.

"But, in my opinion, even if you gather all 108 heroes to give you convenience, you are just copying others' ideas and not forging your own path. How can you claim to be the best in martial arts?" Gu Chuanhen exhaled with thunderous breath, his eyes focused on the martial arts that ensure both life and death. He then used the convenience of the human body's magnetic field to apply a hidden and harmless 'soul-searching' technique.

In no time at all, he had obtained all of Shou Gongming's martial arts techniques and the whole story of how he acquired them.

But he didn't read it directly; he just glanced at the direction of the mountain road.

In a short time, the leaders of the various rebel armies that were originally on the shore had also reached the top of the mountain.

The leaders of the eighteen rebel armies had all gathered, and Gu Chuanhen looked up and tapped the sky.

He said loudly.

"Now that everyone's here, I won't waste any more words. I'll sit on this throne of the alliance. Those who listen to me will follow my orders, and those who don't will have to. If you ask why?"

Gu Chuanhen paused at this point.

The martial arts that ensure both life and health have been put into practice.

The fist that reached the heavens was thrown out, and a gust of wind from the fist surged forward endlessly.

The verdant mountains were completely unharmed, but—

A section of the underwater surface has been exposed in the lake outside the mountains.

A single punch splits the water, and they remain at odds for a long time.

Once the water had receded, Gu Chuanhen sat regally on his throne, speaking leisurely.

"Just because of this."

The crowd below the stage exchanged bewildered glances, realizing that the man who had broken through the barriers of land and water was still clinging to a sliver of hope.

Shou Gongming's expression changed several times, but he finally showed a look of sincere admiration.

"I, Lord Shou, am willing to lead the Liangshan followers to follow Lord Gu's lead."

Once a word is spoken, it is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around.

"I am Zhang Shao..." "I..."

Although the wording is different, the content is the same.

The eighteen rebel armies had been united into one by Gu Chuanhen.

He looked at the people bowing down below the platform and continued speaking.

"Since no one objects or refuses, that means they all agree. That's good."

I, Gu Chuan, am not going to say anything empty or pretentious since this is my first time sitting in the position of leader of the alliance.

Starting today, we will reorganize the three armies and march to the capital in three days.

Now that I've finished speaking, who agrees and who supports me?

Of course, everyone agreed and approved.