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Chapter 138 was so weak that it completely failed to arouse my interest.
The six major sects had already discussed the attack on the Ming Cult many times.

However, now that a detailed map of Bright Peak is available, the six major sects have had to make some adjustments to their attack strategy.

These are things that Gu Shaoan and his disciples cannot decide or participate in.

Therefore, when the people from the six major sects began to discuss the matter, apart from Abbess Miejue, Abbess Juechen, and Song Yuanqiao, the other disciples withdrew from the main hall.

Guided by the disciple, Gu Shaoan and his companions entered the backyard of the house.

"Sister Zhiruo".

However, just as Gu Shaoan and the others entered the backyard, a hurried and joyful shout suddenly rang out behind them.

The moment the sound reached their ears, Gu Shaoan and the others instinctively turned their heads.

They saw Song Qingshu walking briskly towards them.

More than seven years have also given Song Qingshu a more mature and composed demeanor.

However, when facing Zhou Zhiruo, all his composure vanished.

As Song Qingshu approached, Gu Shaoan said softly, "Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yang and I will wait for you on the side."

After Zhou Zhiruo nodded slightly, Gu Shaoan led Yang Yan toward a pond.

As they walked, Yang Yan said, "This Song Qingshu is really persistent. When Senior Sister Zhou and I were busy with serious matters down the mountain, this guy somehow heard about it and came over on his own."

Gu Shaoan casually said, "Senior Sister is beautiful, so it's perfectly normal for someone to be attracted to her. Didn't Senior Sister also mention that when you went to the Kongtong Sect, some disciples from the Kongtong Sect tried to chat you up?"

Yang Yan pursed her lips and said, "Who cares?"

As the two walked towards the pond, Song Qingshu had already reached Zhou Zhiruo.

He looked at Zhou Zhiruo with a joyful expression: "Sister Zhiruo, it's been a long time since we parted ways at the Kongtong Sect."

Hearing Song Qingshu address her as such, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but frown.

However, out of politeness, Zhou Zhiruo nodded to Song Qingshu and greeted him, "Senior Brother Song."

Looking at the beautiful and ethereal Zhou Zhiruo before him, Song Qingshu felt his heart race with joy.

"In a few days, the six major sects will attack the Ming Cult. The demons are fierce. I heard from the abbess that the Emei Sect suffered heavy losses this time. Perhaps it would be safer for Sister Zhiruo to come with our Wudang Sect for the time being?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo's previously composed expression immediately darkened.

"Senior Brother Song, please be careful with your words. Zhou Zhiruo is a disciple of the Emei Sect. When attacking the Ming Cult, she naturally went with her master, uncle, junior brother, and junior sister. If she was injured or killed while attacking the Ming Cult, it can only be blamed on Zhiruo's lack of strength."

"Moreover, they are merely demonic cultists. If the other sects can handle them, then our Emei Sect can certainly handle them as well. Senior Brother Song, are you looking down on our Emei Sect with these words?"

The sudden change in tone made Song Qingshu panic, and he said anxiously, "Sister Zhiruo, I only care about your safety and have no intention of slandering the Emei Sect."

Glancing at Gu Shaoan and Yang Yan standing in the distance, and then at Song Qingshu who was at a loss in front of her, Zhou Zhiruo said, "I appreciate your kindness, Senior Brother, but it would be best if you didn't say such rude things again today."

"Furthermore, although the Emei Sect and the Wudang Sect have a good relationship, Zhiruo's relationship with Senior Brother Song is not yet good enough to warrant such an intimate address. I would appreciate it if Senior Brother Song could change his address in the future to avoid causing misunderstandings."

The words were merciless, and Song Qingshu felt as if his heart had been stabbed several times with a knife, making it difficult to breathe.

Then, following Zhou Zhiruo's gaze, she looked at Gu Shaoan standing to the side.

Song Qingshu felt a surge of anger rise up in his heart.

"You said you were afraid it would cause misunderstandings, are you worried about attracting the attention of that Gu Shaoan?"

Zhou Zhiruo frowned: "Junior Brother Shao'an is understanding and reasonable. He knows that Senior Brother Song and I only have an alliance. How could Senior Brother Song think of Junior Brother Shao'an like this for no reason?"

Zhou Zhiruo was telling the truth.

But in Song Qingshu's ears, it was clearly an attempt to protect Gu Shaoan.

In Song Qingshu's view, he and Zhou Zhiruo were clearly the first people he met.

Before Gu Shaoan came along, Song Qingshu believed that his relationship with Zhou Zhiruo was quite harmonious.

But ever since Gu Shaoan appeared, Zhou Zhiruo has distanced herself from him.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo protecting Gu Shaoan at every turn, Song Qingshu could hardly stand it.

He gritted his teeth and turned around to yell at Gu Shaoan, "You, surnamed Gu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu leaped across two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), drew his longsword, and pointed the tip at Gu Shaoan.

"Hey Gu, I challenge you."

Seeing Song Qingshu suddenly rush in front of him, draw his sword, and challenge him, a look of astonishment flashed in Gu Shaoan's eyes.

But the next second, Gu Shaoan, having regained his senses, roughly guessed the reason.

For a moment, I was speechless.

"This guy, he's been eating for nothing for the past seven years!"

At this moment, there were already some other disciples from the six major sects in the backyard.

Song Qingshu's loud shout immediately drew everyone's attention.

The Wudang Sect members noticed the situation and immediately gathered around.

Some of the more astute Wudang disciples, sensing the danger, turned and rushed towards the main hall.

Just as Song Qingshu drew his sword and aimed it at Gu Shaoan, Yang Yan frowned and stepped forward to block Gu Shaoan's path.

Zhou Zhiruo also used her lightness skill to flash in front of Gu Shaoan, looking at Song Qingshu with displeasure.

"The leaders of the various sects are discussing important matters in the front hall. Please, Senior Brother Song, refrain from making trouble."

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face darken and her cold voice, Song Qingshu felt even more distressed.

Looking at Yang Yan, who was also standing in front of Gu Shaoan and whose beauty was dazzling and otherworldly, Song Qingshu was overwhelmed by jealousy and anger.

"Hey Gu, seven years ago you beat me when I was careless. Now you'd better stand up and fight me again."

Hearing what Song Qingshu said, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but laugh.

For seven years, Song Qingshu had attributed his defeat at Wudang Mountain entirely to his own carelessness.

In response, Gu Shaoan shook his head and said, "Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yang, let's change seats!"

With that, Gu Shaoan turned and walked to the side.

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo gave Song Qingshu a cold glance before following behind Gu Shaoan.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even bother to say a single word to Song Qingshu.

Seeing that Gu Shaoan was about to leave with the two of them, Song Qingshu's face darkened, and he stepped forward with his right foot, leaping into the air to block Gu Shaoan and the others once again.

Faced with Song Qingshu's relentless pursuit, not only Yang Yan, but even Zhou Zhiruo lost her temper.

"Senior Brother Song, don't go too far."

When Zhou Zhiruo rebuked him, Song Qingshu's hand holding the sword trembled, and when he looked at Gu Shaoan, his anger intensified.

"Hey, do you even have the guts to have a match with me, Mr. Gu?"

However, despite Song Qingshu's words, Gu Shaoan kept his eyes forward and continued walking.

Although Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's gazes held a hint of hostility, they still followed Gu Shaoan.

Seeing that Gu Shaoan was ignoring him, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth, raised his right arm, and brought the sword down, preparing to place the sword in front of Gu Shaoan.

However, in response to Song Qingshu's action, Zhou Zhiruo simply raised her sword hilt and deflected Song Qingshu's sword strike.

In contrast, Gu Shaoan continued forward as if nothing had happened.

"Hey Gu, if you're so capable, don't hide behind a woman."

At any other time or place, Gu Shaoan would have had no interest in dealing with someone like Song Qingshu and his pointless behavior.

But at this very moment, disciples from the six major sects gathered around, and Gu Shaoan, holding the Yitian Sword, represented the face of the Emei Sect.

It would be inappropriate to remain completely indifferent in the face of Song Qingshu's repeated provocations.

Therefore, as soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, Gu Shaoan immediately paused.

She then sighed softly and turned to look at Song Qingshu.

After a moment's hesitation, Gu Shaoan shook his head and then said, "Senior Sister, Junior Sister Yang, why don't you wait here for a bit?"

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo both took a half step back.

Zhou Zhiruo's face was frosty, and when she looked at Song Qingshu, her eyes were also cold, completely lacking the peace she usually showed when looking at him.

Yang Yan's face was equally cold, but the way she looked at Song Qingshu was as if she were looking at a fool who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

The two had encountered Song Qingshu outside before, and Yang Yan had witnessed his strength. Although he had returned to the Innate Realm, his strength was only on par with the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan Sect.

Even Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo don't take Song Qingshu seriously now, let alone Gu Shaoan.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan step back and make way, Song Qingshu frowned at Gu Shaoan, who was standing still with his right hand behind his back, and said, "Aren't you going to draw your sword?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan smiled lightly, his demeanor remaining casual.

"Insanity."

Seemingly enraged by the contempt revealed in Gu Shaoan's composure, Song Qingshu roared, and the true energy of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill surged within his body, pouring into the longsword in his hand. The sword light was like a ribbon, carrying a whistling wind as it pierced straight at Gu Shaoan's chest acupoint.

This sword strike was swift and ruthless, causing the disciples from the other six sects around to secretly tremble with fear.

Faced with this seemingly invincible sword strike, Gu Shaoan didn't even flinch.

Seeing that the sword tip was less than three feet away from his chest, Gu Shaoan casually took half a step to the left.

This half-step was taken lightly and quickly, like a feather falling on the water, without any trace of worldly concern.

In the instant his body moved, the sharp blade grazed his chest just in time.

Song Qingshu's sword missed its mark, but he turned his footwork and activated the exquisite footwork of Wudang's Cloud Ladder Leap. In an instant, he circled around to Gu Shaoan's flank, and his sword move changed again, transforming into "Jade Maiden Shuttle". The sword light was like cold stars falling, covering several major acupoints on the left side of Gu Shaoan's body.

In response, Gu Shaoan slightly tilted his body, his whole body like a willow catkin in a gentle breeze, gracefully swaying backward. His body also moved like a willow catkin, seemingly casually swaying a few times, causing Song Qingshu's sword light, which was like a few cold stars, to miss completely.

Just then, a figure flashed at the backyard gate.

It was none other than Abbess Miejue, Abbess Juechen, Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, He Taichong, and Kongzhi, who should have been discussing important matters in the main hall.

Unlike Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi, who looked anxious.

Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen remained calm and composed, showing no sign of impatience.

Upon entering the backyard, everyone immediately noticed Gu Shaoan and Song Qingshu, who were engaged in combat.

Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, saw the two fighting and prepared to use his lightness skill to step forward and stop them.

"Seventh brother, don't rush, let's take a look first."

But just as Mo Shenggu was standing in front of him, Zhang Songxi suddenly placed his hand on Mo Shenggu's shoulder, while looking at Abbess Miejue beside him.

Seeing that Abbess Miejue remained calm and showed no sign of displeasure, he then turned his gaze to the two people in the room.

Seven years ago, Gu Shaoan's performance was so amazing that it left a deep impression on Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi.

Therefore, Zhang Songxi was also curious about what level the little boy who amazed him seven years ago had grown to, so that Miejue would willingly hand over the Heaven Sword to him.

However, as time went by, everyone's expressions gradually changed.

One of the Five Elders of Kongtong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "This boy's lightness skill is terrifying. He seems to be walking leisurely, without any moves or forms, yet he can always easily avoid attacks. Even I find it difficult to do that."

Not only the Five Elders of Kongtong, but also He Taichong, Kongzhi of Shaolin, and Xianyutong of Huashan, looked at Gu Shaoan, who was strolling leisurely in the arena, and their expressions gradually became more solemn.

Several people even put themselves in Gu Shaoan's position at that moment, only to find that although they could easily avoid or block Song Qingshu's attacks, they could never do it as easily and freely as Gu Shaoan was now.

In the arena, Song Qingshu had already made dozens of sword moves in succession, but no matter how he made the moves, Song Qingshu felt that Gu Shaoan seemed to be able to predict them in advance.

Even now, let alone defeating Gu Shaoan, Song Qingshu hasn't even managed to touch the hem of Gu Shaoan's clothes.

The frustration of failing to break through the defenses only fueled Song Qingshu's anger.

A few breaths later, Song Qingshu roared and unleashed a torrent of exquisite sword techniques from the Wudang swordplay.

Song Qingshu repeatedly used Wudang's "Nine Palaces Linked Swords".

Song Qingshu transformed into a dancing mass of sword light, his sword strikes flowing in rapid succession, like the endless flow of the Yangtze River.

A strong wind swept through the backyard, swirling fallen leaves in the air. The young disciples from the six major sects watching were thrilled and secretly amazed by the exquisite and swift swordsmanship of Song Qingshu.

But Gu Shaoan, who was at the center of the sword light, remained like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

No matter how fierce and cascading your sword light, no matter how crisscrossing and striking your sword energy, he simply strolled around as if on a leisurely outing.

Whether it's turning to the side, leaning back, or taking a spinning step
The movement itself was not large, but the timing was precise to the millimeter.

Beside her, Zhang Songxi's gaze fell on Gu Shaoan, her eyes filled with a hint of amazement.

"Looking as agile as a dragon and as light as willow catkins, in terms of lightness skill alone, Junior Nephew Gu's mastery of lightness skill is enough to make me feel ashamed of myself. The Emei Sect truly has a worthy successor."

Song Yuanqiao and Kongzhi from Shaolin couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Even He Taichong and his wife, who had clashed with Abbess Miejue today, found it difficult to voice their opposition against their conscience.

Hearing Master Kongzhi's words, Miejue couldn't help but smile.

For Abbess Miejue, flattering her won't necessarily have any effect.

But if she praised Gu Shaoan, Abbess Miejue would definitely be happy to hear it.

Inside the arena, Song Qingshu, who had already exchanged over a hundred blows, was breathing somewhat erratically, and his swordplay was beginning to show signs of his true energy becoming unsustainable.

In contrast, Gu Shaoan remained the same as at the beginning, with one hand behind his back and his breathing long and deep.

"How is it possible? Why is this happening?"

After a hundred moves, each one with full force, Song Qingshu couldn't even touch the hem of Gu Shaoan's clothes. This left Song Qingshu feeling nothing of the previous anger, but only disbelief and a growing sense of confusion.

Just then, Gu Shaoan's voice floated into Song Qingshu's ears.

"Do you want to continue?"

Looking up, Gu Shaoan's expression remained calm as ever, showing no trace of having just fought with someone.

Gu Shaoan's calm gaze even carried a hint of listless expectation.

It was this dull feeling that made Song Qingshu feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation rush to his head.

After letting out another low roar, he raised his sword and slashed at Gu Shaoan.

This sword strike was just like an ordinary person wielding a long knife, completely lacking the agility of swordsmanship and having no rules whatsoever.

A barely perceptible hint of contempt flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes.

He Taichong, Xianyu Tong, and others standing to the side shook their heads repeatedly.

On the Wudang side, seeing Song Qingshu's temperament, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were filled with disappointment.

The young disciples had gone from initial amazement to shock, and now to awkward whispers in suppressed voices.

Zhang Songxi asked, "Senior brother, should I go and stop them?"

By now, anyone with eyes can see that Song Qingshu and Gu Shaoan are not even on the same level.

Judging solely from Gu Shaoan's displayed skill in lightness of body, even they might not be able to gain the upper hand in front of him.

Let alone Song Qingshu?

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "No need. It's perfect to use Junior Nephew Gu's help to teach this rebellious son a lesson."

Seeing Song Yuanqiao's somewhat somber expression, Zhang Songxi couldn't help but silently mourn for Song Qingshu.

It was after Miejue led Gu Shaoan to win the Heaven Sword and the Wudang Nine Yang Skill at Wudang that Song Yuanqiao truly demonstrated what it meant to have a father's love as deep as a mountain in front of Song Qingshu.

Each swing of the wooden stick was as powerful as a volcano.

When Song Qingshu begged for mercy, he remained unmoved.

Song Qingshu lived like this for a full month before his heart finally calmed down.

It was only after Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu urged him on in the following years that Song Qingshu was able to return to the innate state two years ago.

This time, judging from the contrast between Song Qingshu and Gu Shaoan's performance, Song Yuanqiao's anger was clearly greater.

Once the six major sects have finished besieging the Ming Cult, Song Qingshu will probably have to truly appreciate Song Yuanqiao's enhanced version of fatherly love.

In the arena, facing this attack that had lost all of the Wudang sword spirit and had no method, Gu Shaoan seemed to have lost all interest.

Gu Shaoan took half a step forward, and in the instant when their figures intersected and were less than half a foot apart, Gu Shaoan's right shoulder leaned very slightly against the inside of Song Qingshu's left arm.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan's voice floated lightly into Song Qingshu's ears.

"Compared to seven years ago, you are now so weak that I can't muster any interest in you at all."

The next instant, Song Qingshu felt a surge of power rush down Gu Shaoan's shoulder, knocking him back five steps before he fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Qingshu stared blankly at Gu Shaoan, his mind filled with the words Gu Shaoan had uttered just before they passed each other.

His eyes were lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

(End of this chapter)