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Chapter 139 Night Attack
Defeating Song Qingshu did not stir any emotion in Gu Shaoan's heart.

If Song Qingshu hadn't deliberately provoked him, Gu Shaoan wouldn't have even given Song Qingshu a second glance.

He turned to face Abbess Miejue and bowed, saying, "Master."

After nodding slightly, Abbess Miejue glanced at Song Qingshu.

Considering that all the members of the six major sects were present, Abbess Miejue did not speak frankly as she had seven years ago in Wudang. Instead, after pondering for a while, she turned to look at Song Yuanqiao.

"Gentlemen, let's get down to business first!"

With Abbess Miejue speaking, the others nodded in agreement, but their gazes still lingered on Gu Shaoan, their surprise still evident.

However, when the Wudang people left, Mo Shenggu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, stayed behind and quickly ran to Song Qingshu's side.

Seeing Song Qingshu's vacant eyes and his constant muttering of "How is this possible?", Mo Shenggu couldn't help but sigh.

However, he did not harbor any resentment towards Gu Shaoan for causing Song Qingshu to become like this.

They had all witnessed the battle between Song Qingshu and Gu Shaoan. How could they not see that Gu Shaoan was not just holding back, but practically going all out?

Otherwise, given the lightness skill Gu Shaoan had previously displayed, if he really wanted to do something to Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu would have no chance to fight back.

Let alone being completely unharmed like now.

What right does he have to blame Gu Shaoan?

After Mo Shenggu helped the distraught Song Qingshu away, the people in the backyard looked at Gu Shaoan with a different expression.

The area around Gu Shaoan and the other two became empty.

Birds of a feather flock together.

If people are of similar age and have similar abilities, they can chat together comfortably.

However, when the gap in strength becomes large enough, it will naturally put some pressure on others.

Therefore, even those who had previously wanted to befriend Gu Shaoan because of his good looks and temperament have now given up on the idea.

Gu Shaoan and the other two were not bothered by this at all; on the contrary, they were happy to have some peace and quiet.

As night deepened, countless stars dotted the dark blue sky, and the cool moonlight spilled across the quiet courtyard.

However, the main council hall was brightly lit, with dozens of lanterns illuminating the huge hall as if it were daytime.

A huge sand table had been placed in the center of the hall at some point.

The sand table now depicts the approximate terrain of Bright Peak, piled up with sand and soil. It is covered with small flags of various colors, marking the possible attack routes of the six major sects and the locations of various important passes and branches of the Ming Cult.

The parchment scroll containing the topographical map was then spread out on the long table next to the sand table, so that everyone could refer to it from time to time.

The debate intensified in front of the sand table.

Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong and his domineering wife Ban Shuxian are fiercely arguing with the Five Elders of Kongtong about the timing of the attack and the allocation of the main attack direction.

The two factions held firm to their own opinions, each raising their voices higher than the last, their spittle almost splashing onto the sand table. He Taichong's face turned red, Ban Shuxian's tone was sharp, and the elders of the Five Elders of Kongtong were equally unwilling to back down, arguing until their faces were red.

Abbess Miejue sat upright to one side, as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain, coldly watching the quarrel with her brows furrowed, but she did not utter a word.

She knew this concerned the lives of her disciples, and she couldn't be too careful.

Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of Wudai Sect, frowned deeply and occasionally exchanged opinions in hushed tones with Zhang Songxi beside him.

At this time, Master Kongzhi of Shaolin was also talking with several Shaolin elders, and sometimes silently calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

Hua Shan Xianyu Tong and others, on the other hand, darted around, observing the expressions and reactions of the various factions.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. The Ming Cult had occupied Bright Peak for a hundred years. Even though it was not as powerful as it was ten years ago, it was still far beyond the reach of ordinary forces.

Even with detailed hints, the six major sects had to proceed with caution, considering the potential casualties among their own disciples.

Just as He Taichong and the Kongtong Sect were arguing heatedly over their differing opinions, an extremely ghostly figure, seemingly able to blend perfectly into the shadows of the roof ridge, quietly darted into the main hall.

The moment their feet touched the roof tiles, not a sound was made.

The man carefully moved one of the slightly loose tiles, revealing a narrow space.

In the main hall below, the sand table, the heated debate among the crowd, the unfolded map, and the anxious or solemn faces of everyone under the lamplight were instantly and clearly reflected in a pair of eyes that gleamed with a sinister and cold light.

With the bright light shining through the hall, the faces of the visitors were clearly illuminated.

The person had a long, narrow face with high cheekbones and deeply sunken cheeks. His skin was a deathly pale color, as if he had never seen the sun. His lips were thin and colorless, but the corners of his lips had a faint, sinister, and eerie curve.

What's most striking are his eyes, long and narrow like slits, with cloudy, yellowish pupils that somehow give off a sharp, hawk-like feeling.

At the same time, figures quietly gathered from the quiet streets and alleys outside towards the residence where the members of the six major sects were located.

However, these figures moved in rather cleverly, almost always close to the shadows on the wall.

The disciples guarding the gate of the mansion were completely unaware of their approach.

The man's gaze swept quickly across the ceiling of the main hall, and when it landed on the six flags planted on the sand table, his eyes froze.

But the next instant, the man's pupils suddenly contracted.

The man was horrified to discover that the direction in which some of the flags on the sand table were planted had avoided the traps and mechanisms set up by the Ming Cult.

"Could there be a traitor within the cult?"

In his panic, the man couldn't help but have this thought.

As he thought about it more deeply, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Looking down at the people in the main hall, a chilling murderous intent flashed in the man's eyes.

Turning his head to glance into the distance, he saw that some of the Ming Cult members had already reached the corner of the house. The man then quietly reached behind his waist with one hand.

After sensing the wind direction for a moment, the man took out a bamboo tube, opened the seal, and some white smoke came out of the bottle and drifted into the backyard behind the main hall with the gentle breeze.

A few breaths later, Gu Shaoan, who was sitting cross-legged by the pond in the backyard, suddenly smelled a strange odor.

Sensing something was wrong with the air, Gu Shaoan suddenly opened his eyes. "Someone has released poison! Everyone hold your breath!"

Gu Shaoan's voice wasn't loud, but with the support of his true essence, it was clear enough to echo throughout the entire house, even drowning out the somewhat noisy voices of the disciples from the six major sects in the backyard.

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo, who were standing right next to Gu Shaoan, held their breath almost the instant they heard his voice. They circulated their inner energy rapidly, gripped their sword hilts with their right hands, and looked on guard.

Just as the surroundings quieted down, Gu Shaoan suddenly heard a strange noise.

Immediately, he slightly tilted his left hand, which was holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and used his true energy to propel the sword out of its sheath, which was then caught precisely by Gu Shaoan's raised right hand.

The moment the longsword was in his hand, the condensed true essence flowed from Gu Shaoan's hand into the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

As the sword blade cleaved through the sky, a ten-foot-long condensed sword aura, mixed with true essence, flew towards a wall.

The condensed sword energy easily blasted through the wall, creating a large hole. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, accompanied by several screams.

The six major sects inside the courtyard looked through the large hole in the wall and were surprised to find that outside the wall, there were now some men dressed in black.

They might be carrying a bow and arrows, or holding a knife.

"Do it."

After a loud shout, a group of men dressed in black leaped over the courtyard wall and charged towards the people from the six major sects inside.

A quick glance revealed that there were as many as a hundred people.

However, after the commotion just now, many disciples of the six major sects had already become alert.

Upon seeing these men in black, radiating murderous intent, rushing into the courtyard, everyone drew their weapons to fight back.

As Gu Shaoan sheathed the Heaven-Slaying Sword, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan simultaneously drew their weapons and charged at the people around them.

In an instant, the entire backyard descended into chaos, with the sounds of clashing weapons and fighting erupting from within.

On the roof of the main hall, the man's face stiffened as he heard the commotion coming from the backyard.

"Damn it, how did we get discovered?"

Startled, the man's foot on the tile moved slightly, making a very faint sound.

"who?"

The next second, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out from the main hall.

Clang——!
Immediately afterwards, a streak of cold light appeared like a cold spring from the depths of hell, and the Chengxin Sword, which Miejue had been holding in her hand, was instantly drawn.

The sword's edge wasn't pointed at anyone in the hall, but rather, with the violent leap of Abbess Miejue, it hurtled towards the roof with unparalleled force, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. "Swoosh—!!!"

In an instant, a condensed sword aura, two zhang long, carrying a chilling sharpness, rose from below to the roof.

Before the sword energy even arrived, the destructive, chilling sword intent had already enveloped the entire rooftop.

The middle-aged man on the roof noticed Abbess Miejue leaping into the air below, sword raised, and was startled. Just before the sword energy touched the tiles, his thin body, like a bowstring snapped open or a wisp of weightless smoke, suddenly flipped to the side.

Boom—Crack!
Just as the man turned his body to the side, the condensed sword energy soared into the sky from where he had just stood, shattering and scattering the tiles within a three-foot radius.

Even though Wei Yixiao reacted quickly enough, the remaining energy still tore a piece of his robe.

The figure of Abbess Miejue also rushed out from the hole created by the sword energy.

Watching the Extinction soar into the sky, Wei Yixiao was filled with turmoil.

"Such fast sword energy, such heavy killing intent! This brat has improved her strength so much?"

Rushing onto the roof, and taking advantage of the moment her body was suspended in mid-air and slowly descending, Abbess Miejue's gaze swept around. The moment she saw the figure on the roof, Abbess Miejue's expression darkened.

"The Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao."

After recognizing the person's identity, Abbess Miejue seemed to have discovered something and immediately locked onto the bamboo tube in Wei Yixiao's hand that was still emitting white smoke.

His gaze sharpened instantly, and his true essence circulated within his body. Even though his feet hadn't yet touched the roof tiles, his body miraculously twisted in mid-air using the Qi-raising technique from "The Three Appearances of the Divine Dragon," unleashing a sword aura at Wei Yixiao from afar, aimed directly at Wei Yixiao's right hand holding the bamboo tube.

The condensed sword energy arrived carrying a chilling killing intent and terrifying force.

Even though there were still two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) between them, Wei Yixiao could already feel a surge of energy coming towards him.

Without thinking, Wei Yixiao pushed forward with his left hand.

A surge of icy true energy, mixed with layers of unique palm force, burst forth, sweeping out a white, frigid current that crashed into the sword energy in the air during this early autumn season.

It was Wei Yixiao's signature move, the "Frosty Palm".

However, as the sword energy collided with the layers of icy energy,

Wei Yixiao's domineering icy palm strike, capable of instantly freezing a person's blood and bones, was torn apart by the sword energy in an instant. The surging icy energy was melted by the rich true essence condensed within the sword energy the moment it touched the sword light.

On the other hand, the sword light continued its undiminished speed as it charged straight toward his right hand.

Faced with this scene, Wei Yixiao was shocked. He quickly threw the bamboo slip in his hand forward, and his toes touched the roof tile. His body left several afterimages like a ghost.

As the bamboo tube was cleaved open by the sword light, the smoke dissipated, and the sword was narrowly avoided.

Missing her first attack, Abbess Miejue frowned slightly. With a light step, she charged towards Wei Yixiao like an arrow. Her Chengxin Sword flashed with cold light again, and she unleashed a fierce "Thousand Edges Flowing Shadows" attack that covered an area of ​​several feet.

In an instant, the sky was filled with sword light, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering, transforming into hundreds of cold, eerie stars that intertwined to form a net of death, sweeping towards Wei Yixiao.

Wei Yixiao was terrified.

He never imagined that in just a few years, Extinction's strength would have increased so much.

The hundreds of cold stars magnified rapidly in his pupils. He had no doubt that any one of them could pierce through him instantly.

Moreover, during this delay, Song Yuanqiao, Kong Zhi, He Taichong, and others who were just in the main hall rushed onto the roof.

After recognizing Wei Yixiao, the group quickly used their lightness skills to move towards the front door.

They all had the same idea.

Block off the front door to prevent Wei Yixiao from escaping.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yixiao immediately made a decision.

Immediately, his entire body defied gravity, twisting and turning backward like a fish suddenly swimming in water, and strangely darted a distance of ten feet to the side.

After creating more distance, Wei Yixiao shot out like a blue arrow skimming the rooftop, instantly dashing several meters towards the backyard. His speed was so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage in the moonlight.

Seeing this, Abbess Miejue let out a cold snort.

"Want to run?"

Immediately, he rotated his wrist, and as the sword's momentum subsided, his body spun lightly in the air like a top.

However, thanks to the special force generated by this rotation, Abbess Miejue's speed increased rather than decreased.

In just three breaths, he caught up with Wei Yixiao.

Seemingly sensing something was wrong, Wei Yixiao quickly turned his head and glanced behind him.

When Wei Yixiao saw Extinction rapidly closing the distance between them, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Impossible! How could that brat be so fast?"

Given his title of "Green-Winged Bat King," Wei Yixiao's mastery of lightness skills is undeniable.

Even when Yang Dingtian was alive, he could only barely surpass Wei Yixiao in terms of lightness skill.

That was assuming Yang Dingtian's own skill was far superior to Wei Yixiao's.

Otherwise, how could Wei Yixiao have dared to lead the Ming Cult disciples to launch a surprise attack today?

But now, the speed that Abbess Miejue was displaying with this rotating force was no slower than his.

Moreover, the speed he could generate in a short distance was even two points faster than his.

You can imagine how shocked Wei Yixiao was.

His expression was as if he had encountered a ghost in the middle of the night, so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Where did this stinky nun learn such bizarre movement techniques?"

It was this moment of shock that made Wei Yixiao's movements slow down for a second.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Abbess Miejue and Wei Yixiao drew closer once again.

The distance between them was now less than a meter.

Using the force generated by the rotation, the blade in Abbess Miejue's hand flashed with a cold light, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, tearing through the air.

Looking at the sword in Miejue's hand, and recalling the two sword lights that Miejue Shita had just unleashed, Wei Yixiao felt a chill in his heart.

After a moment of mental turmoil, he gritted his teeth and focused his energy in his dantian, his body suddenly plummeting down like a giant bat tumbling upside down in a storm.

Abbess Miejue did not expect Wei Yixiao to stop so suddenly. Caught off guard, she continued to rush forward.

But in the instant she crossed paths with Wei Yixiao, Abbess Miejue instinctively spun her sword to protect herself.

But Wei Yixiao had no intention of making a move.

As his body plummeted downwards, Wei Yixiao's feet created a crater about an inch deep and a foot in diameter as he landed in the backyard.

At the same time, a flush appeared on Wei Yixiao's pale face.

It was clearly because the sudden downward force caused the blood and qi in the body to surge.

But with no time to worry about his surging blood and qi, Wei Yixiao forced himself to gather his strength, and after scanning the surroundings, he locked his gaze on Gu Shaoan, who stood out the most by the pond in terms of temperament and appearance.

No wonder Wei Yixiao immediately spotted the person closest to him.

At this moment in the backyard, everyone else was fighting, but Gu Shaojing stood still, not even drawing his weapon.

In addition, Wei Yixiao usually relies on absorbing people's blood pressure to counteract cold toxins, and he likes young people with the most yang energy the most.

For Wei Yixiao, Gu Shaoan naturally stood out the most.

With a target in mind, Wei Yixiao swooped down like a bat and instantly darted toward Gu Shaoan.

As soon as Wei Yixiao entered the backyard, Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yang Yan immediately began to keep an eye on him.

Based on the other person's appearance and attire, as well as their agility that rivaled that of the Extinction Sect, the group immediately guessed their identity.

Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo were initially on guard, wary of Wei Yixiao making a move against them.

Unexpectedly, after landing, Wei Yixiao only glanced at the two of them before rushing straight towards Gu Shaoan.

Beside the pond, Gu Shaoan looked at Wei Yixiao, who immediately locked his gaze on him after landing, and his face showed a hint of speechlessness.

Do I look that easy to bully?

　I felt something was wrong halfway through writing and rewrote it, so it's a bit late! Sorry! The next chapter might be a little late, around 10 PM!
　　
　
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