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Chapter 140 What guidance do you have, senior?
When the two were less than ten feet apart, Wei Yixiao raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and pointed directly at Gu Shaoan's face.

"Boy, come here."

The five fingers of his withered right hand were bent, and white mist swirled around them, clearly indicating the presence of a special kind of cold energy.

If it's firmly grasped, not only will the facial bones be shattered, but the brain will also be instantly invaded by this cold energy. Even if one is lucky enough to survive, one will become a living dead.

His actions were extremely ruthless.

Faced with this deadly claw strike that would make even the world's top experts tremble, Gu Shaoan's expression remained as calm as ice that had stood for millennia.

He didn't even bother to back away or block.

The right hand is raised seemingly casually, with the index and middle fingers joined together like a sword.

This gesture is like a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, or a clear spring flowing over a stone bank, devoid of any worldly concerns, yet containing an indescribable, profound rhythm.

What seemed like a casual flick of the finger was actually faster than lightning, striking Wei Yixiao's elbow precisely.

The next second, a terrifying force burst forth from Gu Shaoan's two fingers. The immense power made Wei Yixiao's tough fascia and flesh, and even his arm bones, which were several times harder than those of an ordinary person, as fragile as paper.

As the crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, Wei Yixiao's elbow was actually broken by Gu Shaoan's finger.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan's own true essence rushed into Wei Yixiao's body with this finger. All the cold true essence brought back pain like burning meridians and severing veins the moment Gu Shaoan's powerful true essence entered.

In an instant, the fierce look on Wei Yixiao's face was replaced by pain.

When Wei Yixiao looked at Gu Shaoan again, his heart was filled with shock.

The intense pain and fear caused Wei Yixiao's body to tremble violently.

But the next second, Wei Yixiao touched the ground with his right foot, and as his body moved backward, his left leg, like a venomous python that had been gathering power for a long time, used the instinctive backward lean caused by the intense pain in his body to kick Gu Shaoan's throat with a sharp whistling sound, as ruthlessly as a crossbow bolt.

Unfortunately, in Gu Shaoan's eyes, his movements were as slow as a snail's pace and full of flaws!
Just as the toe, enveloped in a strong wind, kicked out, Gu Shaoan had already taken a step forward.

His slender hand rose up with remarkable ease!

With fingers slightly spread, he raised them with a sense of ease and casualness, and then lowered them.

Then, to Wei Yixiao's horror, it was placed directly on his face.

Gu Shaoan's five fingers, like a cage forged from ancient iron, completely covered Wei Yixiao's forehead, cheekbones, and jaw before casually lifting them upwards.

Wei Yixiao's emaciated body was like a puppet controlled by invisible threads. His feet were lifted off the ground in an instant, and Gu Shaoan lifted him into the air with only his right hand, which was pressed against his face.

Glancing at Wei Yixiao, whose face he had pressed against, Gu Shaoan spoke clearly and calmly, like the first snowflake falling in early winter, yet every word he uttered was crystal clear in Wei Yixiao's ears.

"This junior has arrived. May I ask what guidance you may offer, senior?"

However, when asked by Gu Shaoan, Wei Yixiao, who was being held up in the air with Gu Shaoan pressing his face against his, was completely speechless.

Quiet.

Seeing Wei Yixiao being lifted into the air by Gu Shaoan with one hand on his face, the chaotic backyard suddenly fell silent.

Even He Taichong, Xianyu Tong, and several other sect leaders who had just caught up to the backyard were stunned by this scene.

Who is Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King?

One of the four Dharma Kings who protect the Ming Cult.

If Wei Yixiao tries to run away, they can only watch him from behind, unable to catch up.

This time, if we're talking about who in the Ming Cult is the one most feared by the others, it's definitely not Yang Xiao, who is currently the acting leader.

Instead, it was the Azure Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao, whose movements were incredibly fast, and they couldn't catch up with him at all.

Yet this very expert, whom they were so wary of, was instantly subdued by Gu Shaoan, a junior disciple.

How could they not be surprised?
A moment later, "The Bat King has been subdued, run!"

"Run!"

Soon, the Ming Cult members were the first to react.

However, after regaining their senses, these Ming Cult disciples did not continue their attack fearlessly, but instead hurriedly turned and fled.

By the time the other six sects in the courtyard reacted, the remaining dozen or so Ming Cult disciples had already crossed the courtyard wall and disappeared into the vast night.

Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan wanted to give chase, but Abbess Miejue spoke up first: "They are just some ordinary Ming Cult disciples, there is no need to risk your lives."

Hearing Abbess Miejue's words, Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, and the other disciples from the six sects in the academy gave up their idea of ​​chasing after them.

As the other Ming Cult disciples fled, Gu Shaoan swung the scabbard of the Yitian Sword in his left hand and struck Wei Yixiao's dantian. The terrifying force and true essence burst forth, directly shattering Wei Yixiao's dantian and completely destroying his internal energy.

Immediately afterwards, he loosened his grip on his right hand, letting Wei Yixiao fall to the ground.

With all his martial arts skills destroyed, Wei Yixiao's body twitched a few times, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then she suddenly raised her head, her eyes glaring at Gu Shaoan with intense resentment.

Before Wei Yixiao could speak, Gu Shaoan quickly tapped Wei Yixiao's two legs and one hand with the scabbard of the Yitian Sword.

Several cracking sounds rang out, instantly breaking all four of Wei Yixiao's limbs.

The overwhelming pain caused Wei Yixiao to scream in agony.

The sound sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the backyard.

Considering Wei Yixiao's identity, although no one present felt that Gu Shaoan had done anything wrong, Gu Shaoan's actions made everyone present understand that he was by no means a soft-hearted person.

Looking at Abbess Miejue and Gu Shaoan, one can only feel that the saying "like teacher, like student" is perfectly exemplified in Gu Shaoan and Abbess Miejue.

When facing the evil cult members, they fought fiercely and decisively, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Uh~"

Just then, a cry of pain suddenly came from the backyard, and the person immediately squatted down.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect suddenly clutch his chest, as if all his strength had been drained away. He hunched over in pain and knelt on the ground. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. His teeth chattered.

Then, it was as if the fuse of disaster had been lit!

In the backyard, disciples from the six major sects fell to the ground one after another.

"Cough cough..."

"So... so cold!"

"I can't feel my hands!"

"Dantian...cold energy..."

When Abbess Miejue and the others looked up, they found that the exposed skin of these disciples had a strange bluish-gray color, and even fine white frost had formed on their eyebrows and temples!
The Shaolin monks who had been surrounding several Ming Cult members were now pale-faced, struggling to resist with their inner strength. However, their legs, which were crossed, were clearly stiff, and their breath turned into condensed white mist in the cold night.

Two young disciples from the Wudang Sect suddenly collapsed and were quickly supported by their senior brothers, who felt a bone-chilling coldness in their hands!

Looking around at the other disciples from the five sects lying on the ground, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what happened to them?"

Gu Shaoan said, "When I spoke earlier, they reacted too slowly and still inhaled the toxins mixed in with the air."

After all, not everyone can have the same absolute trust in Gu Shaoan as Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo, and instinctively obey his words.

After Gu Shaoan reminded them, the people from the six factions were stunned for a few moments before doing as Gu Shaoan said.

After another battle, I forgot to hold my breath, which allowed the toxins to enter my body.

After a moment, Song Yuanqiao examined the poison in front of a Wudang disciple and said in a deep voice, "It is the poison of the Ice Silkworm Bone-Penetrating Incense."

Upon hearing what Song Yuanqiao said, everyone looked at Wei Yixiao, who had his limbs broken and his internal energy destroyed, lying on the ground.

Everyone in the six major sects knows that the Ice Silkworm Bone-Penetrating Fragrance is Wei Yixiao's unique poison.

After being poisoned, the cold air invades the body and can damage all the internal organs.

Tang Wenliang, the third of the Five Elders of Kongtong, with the most fiery temper, used his lightness skill to flash in front of Wei Yixiao, stepping on Wei Yixiao's broken left leg and shouting, "Hand over the antidote." Faced with Tang Wenliang's anger, Wei Yixiao, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, actually managed to twitch the corners of his mouth, revealing a resentful and triumphant smile.

"Antidote? The poison of this Ice Silkworm Bone-Penetrating Fragrance is made from the poisonous blood of my old bat body. There is no antidote in the world."

"Three days later, these people will all die from the cold poison entering their hearts, internal organs, and meridians, causing them to freeze."

"I, Old Bat, have fallen here today, but with so many elite disciples from the six major sects dying with me, it's all worth it."

Upon hearing Wei Yixiao's words, everyone present was filled with anger.

Tang Wenliang lifted his foot and then stomped it down hard, causing Wei Yixiao to cry out in pain again.

But after the cry of pain came a laugh that was almost insane and morbid.

Just then, Gu Shaoan suddenly spoke up: "It's just some cold poison. If you think you can kill so many people with such methods, you're overestimating the poison you're using."

His sudden voice drew everyone's attention to Gu Shaoan.

He walked a few steps to a Wudang disciple who was curled up on the ground, his face ashen and his body trembling, after being poisoned. Ignoring the biting cold and the disciple's painful groans, Gu Shaoan calmly squatted down. Without saying a word, he placed three fingers of his right hand naturally on the disciple's cold, iron-like wrist at the Cun Guan Chi acupoint.

His movements were steady, his breathing long and deep, as if the surrounding chaos, wails, and anxious gazes of the crowd had nothing to do with him.

His fingertips weren't merely taking a pulse; a wisp of incredibly pure and imperceptible internal energy subtly probed the poisoned disciple's icy meridians through his fingertips. That energy, like the most sensitive probe, instantly detected the Ice Silkworm Bone-Piercing Fragrance poison raging wildly through the meridians and internal organs, freezing life!

A moment, just a few breaths.

A glint flashed in Gu Shaoan's eyes as he removed his fingers from the inch-to-foot grip. He didn't look at the anxious Song Yuanqiao, Abbess Miejue, and the others, but instead focused his gaze on the Wudang disciple whose consciousness was fading and who was teetering on the brink of death. His voice, though not loud, was like a resounding bell, each word clearly reaching the other's ears:

"Listen carefully, concentrate your mind and focus your attention. Guide the remaining internal energy in your body to circulate as I have instructed, which can temporarily alleviate the suffering caused by the cold toxins in your body."

Immediately afterwards, Gu Shaoan calmly and clearly explained a method for circulating internal energy:

"When the Qi rises from the Dantian, it slowly ascends along the Ren meridian to the Tanzhong acupoint, then splits into two paths, passing the Jiquan acupoint and descending along the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian to the Guanyuan acupoint."

Upon hearing this, the Wudang disciple in front of him forcibly endured the pain and mobilized the internal energy in his body as Gu Shaoan had instructed.

The others also turned to look at the Wudang disciple.

A few breaths later, as the internal energy within the Wudang disciple circulated, the pain on his face quickly subsided.

Opening his eyes, he exclaimed with delight, "It works!"

But as he spoke, his internal energy was interrupted, and pain reappeared on his face. He quickly closed his eyes and tried to circulate his internal energy again.

Even so, it is enough to show that the method of circulating qi that Gu Shaoan just mentioned is effective.

Immediately, Song Yuanqiao began instructing the poisoned people in the courtyard to regulate their breathing according to the method described by Gu Shaoan.

Wei Yixiao, who was standing to the side, said with difficulty, "This is only a temporary suppression. The cold poison still cannot be cured. Moreover, with your method, the more you suppress it, the more the cold poison will accumulate. Once your internal energy is exhausted, the cold poison will still flare up."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan casually replied, "Your belief that the cold poison is incurable is only true for you. In my eyes, your cold poisons are merely intimidating in name only."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan asked for paper and pen again, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to an elder of the Huashan Sword Sect.

"After getting the medicine, boil five bowls of water down to one bowl, then mix in a small amount of ginger water and drink it. You will be fine in half a quarter of an hour."

After the elders of the Huashan Sword Sect nodded, they, along with the others from the Huashan Sword Sect, used their lightness skills to head towards the pharmacy in the city.

Gu Shaoan bowed to Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen, then stood quietly to the side with Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, waiting.

His humble attitude, showing no sign of impatience, drew silent nods of approval from the onlookers.

An hour later, after seeing that the poison of each disciple had been cured, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but exclaim, "I never expected that Junior Nephew Gu would have such superb medical skills at such a young age."

Master Juechen smiled and said, "Before joining the Emei Sect, Shao'an had studied medicine with famous doctors. For the past seven years, whenever he was in the Emei Sect, he would hold a free clinic in Jiading Prefecture on the fifteenth of every month without fail."

"I never imagined that his medical skills had reached such a level."

Upon learning that Gu Shaoan had performed such a righteous act, Song Yuanqiao was even more amazed.

Master Kongzhi nodded and said, "A skillful hand and a kind heart, truly rare!"

As he spoke, Master Kongzhi looked at Gu Shaoan, who was delivering medicine to the other disciples in the backyard, and felt extremely envious.

"It's a pity this lad didn't become a disciple of Shaolin!"

At this moment, Zhang Songxi of the Wudang Sect couldn't help but look at Abbess Juechen beside him: "May I ask, Abbess, what is Junior Nephew Gu's current cultivation level?"

Upon hearing Zhang Songxi's question, everyone else also looked at Abbess Juechen.

They were clearly also very curious about Gu Shaoan's abilities.

After all, the strength that Gu Shaoan had just displayed had indeed surprised them.

When Zhang Songxi asked her the question, Abbess Juechen gave the excuse that she had already discussed with Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juejue.

"To be honest, Shao'an is a child with extraordinary talent. Although he has only been a disciple for less than ten years, he has already cultivated the Emei Nine Yang Skill of my Emei Sect to the ninth level."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people nearby all changed.

Even the newly appointed abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Kongzhi, couldn't help but ask, "So, in less than ten years, this young man has already reached the highest level of the Emei Nine Yang Skill?"

Abbess Juechen nodded and said, "That's right. A few months ago, Shao'an successfully cultivated the 'Emei Nine Yang Skill' to the ninth level, and in terms of internal energy, he also successfully reached the realm of condensing qi into yuan."

Master Kongzhi put his hands together and said, “Amitabha, my Shaolin Uncle Du’e cultivates the Shaolin Nine Yang Skill, but it took him a full sixty years to cultivate it and he only managed to reach the eighth level. I never expected that this Junior Nephew Gu could cultivate the Emei Nine Yang Skill to the ninth level in less than ten years. He is truly talented and amazing.”

Abbess Juechen laughed and said, "Shaolin Nine Yang Skill is profound and difficult to cultivate, even more so than my Emei Nine Yang Skill. How can we compare them?"

The colorful sedan chair was carried by everyone.

Faced with Abbess Juechen's unseen helping hand, Master Kongzhi's smile became more sincere.

"This old monk congratulates Emei on gaining such a fine disciple. The future is promising! No wonder Master Miejue entrusted the Heaven-Slaying Sword to this young man."

"It's all thanks to Shao'an's own hard work."

Seeing the undisguised smile on Abbess Juechen's face, He Taichong and his wife, as well as Xian Yutong and the others, felt a pang of sadness in their hearts. They couldn't help but look at the tall, straight figure by the pond, their envy completely undisguised.

"Damn it, how come that tiger woman, who is known for her ruthlessness, has such an outstanding disciple?"

It wasn't just He Taichong.

Even the Five Elders of Kongtong, including Xianyu Tong, felt a surge of envy when they looked at Gu Shaoan.

The group was already quite amazed by Gu Shaoan's display of lightness skill in the afternoon.

Who would have thought that this young man, at such a young age, had already reached the Qi Condensation stage in internal energy cultivation, surpassing even them?

Judging from the talent Gu Shaoan has shown so far, it is almost inevitable that he will reach the Qi Condensation Realm in a few years.

With a master who can condense one's vital energy into a powerful force, the Emei Sect will soar to new heights and return to the ranks of top-tier powers.

Who wouldn't feel envious?

Thinking of Song Qingshu, who would be thirty in a few years, and looking at Gu Shaoan in the distance, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi exchanged a glance and then sighed silently.

Zhang Songxi glanced at Zhou Zhiruo in the distance, then at Gu Shaoan.

"If it were me, I wouldn't even look at Qing Shu!"

At this moment, Abbess Miejue had already landed from the sky, about two zhang away from Master Kongzhi, Abbess Juechen, and the others.

However, if He Taichong and the others were to look directly at Abbess Miejue, they would surely notice a smile playing on her lips, a smile she couldn't suppress no matter what she did.

The already straight back now seemed to be supported by several pieces of solid iron, making it impossible to bend even slightly.

When you're out in the world, you have to earn your own reputation.

If the disciple can live up to expectations, then we will have even more face.

　Sorry for the lateness!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)