In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 225 A single spark can set it on fire; if you disagree, then fight!
October, the first day of the month.

The vast sky was crystal clear, and the rising sun bathed the entire hall in a golden glow.

The winding mountain steps, like a sleeping dragon, ascend from the foot of the mountain all the way up to the majestic peak bathed in the golden light of the rising sun.

At this moment, at the foot of Mount Emei, Zhao Jingxuan and Bei Jinyi, along with more than a dozen Emei disciples, stood.

Behind them, on both sides of the mountain path leading to the summit, stood female disciples of the Emei Sect.

They were all dressed in light blue and white outfits, with light blue and white short robes over them, and each had a long sword at their waist, with a cold and aloof expression.

At intervals along the steps, there is an elder of the Emei Sect standing with his eyes lowered, his expression like that of a meditating old monk, his demeanor calm and composed.

This staircase, stretching for miles, is flanked by so many Emei Sect disciples and elders, forming a solemn and dignified passage that also exudes an immense sense of awe.

On the mountain path, a group of martial artists dressed in various outfits and robes, carrying swords or wearing glove gloves, climbed the steps in an orderly fashion like a gentle stream.

Those who used to have loud voices softened their tone considerably when their eyes fell upon the Emei disciples and elders around them.

Outside the main hall of the Golden Summit on Mount Da'e, Juechen and Juequan, along with several Emei elders and dozens of Emei disciples, stood in a row in front of the hall's entrance.

The vast plaza in front of them was now occupied by hundreds or even thousands of martial artists.

The whispers and murmurs outside the once tranquil hall added a touch of noise to the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

The plaza atop the mountain was also surrounded by disciples and elders of the Emei Sect.

Near the front of the main hall, two rows of chairs were arranged in order.

The leaders of several factions, including Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect; Zong Yue, the deputy leader of the Evil Sect; Yuan Guangbo, the leader of the Sea Sand Gang, nicknamed "Iron-Armed Divine Dragon"; Mai Jing, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang; Shangguan Tiexiong, the leader of the Iron Fist Sect, nicknamed "Iron-Armed Golden Knife"; and Liu Changle, the leader of the Changle Sect, sat in chairs.

Behind the crowd stood people from various factions.

What is particularly eye-catching are the two people sitting next to Zong Yue.

The man appeared to be over thirty years old, with a handsome appearance and a robust physique.

Beside the man, a twelve-foot-long spear leaned against a wooden table.

The spear was entirely blood red, clearly made of special materials.

He was none other than Feng Xinglie, the disciple of Li Ruohai, the leader of the Evil Sect, and a renowned martial artist whose fame in the martial arts world was no less than that of the former Little Demon Master Fang Yeyu.

However, at this moment, Feng Xinglie's brows were furrowed with a hint of sorrow.

Clearly in a bad mood.

However, as the sun rose high in the sky, Shi Huolong, who had already drunk countless cups of tea, seemed to be losing patience. He then turned his head and glanced at the sect leader of Chang Le Sect.

Upon receiving Shi Huolong's signal, Liu Changle put down his teacup and looked at Abbess Juechen and Abbess Juejue at the entrance of the main hall.

“We’ve been waiting here for almost an hour, from the end of Chen Shi (7-9 AM) to the end of Si Shi (9-11 AM). The palace gates won’t let us in, and the head nun, Abbess Miejue, won’t come out either. Is this how the Emei Sect treats its guests?”

The voice, tinged with obvious dissatisfaction, immediately invigorated the other martial artists who had been waiting impatiently outside the hall. They all quieted down and looked at the insulators and the dust-free figure at the entrance of the hall.

Upon hearing the sound, the nun, who had been keeping her eyes closed, slowly opened them.

Looking at Liu Changle who had stood up, Abbess Juejue said calmly, "If it is a friendly guest who comes to visit, our Emei Sect will naturally treat you with the utmost courtesy. But if it is an unwelcome guest with ill intentions who comes to visit, it is already a sign of our Emei Sect's good manners to have brought you chairs and served you tea. What more do you want?"

The nun's voice was faint and her tone was listless.

The impatience of not wanting to pay attention but having no choice but to do so was almost undisguised.

In response, Liu Changle clenched his fist tightly under his sleeve.

Just then, Shi Huolong spoke up: "Things always need to be resolved. Does your sect intend to drag this out indefinitely? In front of so many fellow martial artists, if the Emei Sect is only trying to delay in this way, it seems rather petty."

He was over six feet tall, extremely robust, with a ruddy complexion, and dressed in fine clothes, making him look more like a high-ranking official or a wealthy gentry than the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

In response, Abbess Wujue glanced at Shi Huolong casually and said indifferently, "The sect leader has other matters to attend to. She will come over when she finishes. If you can wait, then wait. If you can't wait, the way down the mountain is over there. Go down the mountain on your own."

After saying that, Abbess Isolation closed her eyes and said no more.

Shi Huolong's expression darkened in response to the attitude of the Abbess of Insulation.

After thinking for a moment, Shi Huolong still said, "Alright! Since Abbess Miejue will have to wait a while, we'll wait."

"I just hope that this wait won't be a whole day, until the sun goes down and they come up with another excuse, wasting our time and the time of other martial arts practitioners around us."

"Don't blame us for turning against you then."

Upon hearing this, Abbess Juechen, who had been keeping her eyes closed and not uttering a sound, suddenly opened her eyes.

As Abbess Juechen suddenly raised her foot and lightly stomped on the ground, a powerful energy instantly surged through her foot and into the ground.

The next second, the wooden table next to Shi Huolong suddenly shattered into pieces.

The teacup on the table was also smashed on the ground, the cup shattered and the tea scattered.

The sudden commotion startled Shi Huolong, who instinctively tensed his bulging muscles.

In this tense silence, Abbess Juechen's cold, icy voice, as clear as ice beads falling onto a jade plate, slowly rang out.

"If you want to turn against me, there's no need to wait a while. Anyway, I have nothing to do. If Chief Shi wants, this humble nun can spar with you right now."

His words carried a chilling, yet unspoken, murderous intent that stung the skin.

Seeing that Abbess Juechen was about to attack at the slightest provocation, all the martial artists on the mountaintop tensed up.

Just then, Zong Yue, the deputy sect leader of the Evil Sect, stood up unhurriedly.

"Chief Shi only wanted to ask a few questions after waiting a while, why did you have to go to such lengths, Abbess?"

Abbess Juechen shifted her gaze slightly to Zong Yue.

Zong Yue, who was about forty years old, was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with cloud patterns of excellent quality. The robe had wide sleeves, but it did not look cumbersome at all. On the contrary, it made him look tall and dignified.

It was Zong Yue, the vice sect leader of the Evil Sect.

Unlike most people in the martial arts world who have a fierce and rugged temperament, Zong Yue has an extremely handsome and refined appearance.

The three neatly combed long black beards under his chin added to his refined and elegant demeanor, giving him the air of a righteous gentleman.

However, after the previous incidents where Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, and Mei Jiangxue were attacked outside the mountain, Abbess Juechen and the others all knew that this vice sect leader of the Evil Sect was nothing more than a hypocritical and lecherous person.

She had originally planned to settle accounts with Zong Yue later, but unexpectedly, Zong Yue had taken the initiative to jump out. Thinking of Yang Yan, who had been almost always cultivating in her room these days, Abbess Juechen slightly raised her chin, and her gaze changed from usual to looking down at her.

"That's how the Emei Sect operates. Instead of wasting time on words, let's see who's the best."

"If the sect is simply unwilling to accept this, they can give it a try."

His words were like a drop of hot oil falling into ice water, instantly stirring up the tense and quiet atmosphere.

The martial artists who had been watching the spectacle from the mountaintop were all staring in astonishment at the adamant Abbess Juechen.

Everyone had heard that the Emei Sect had a fiery temper, and that all the elders in the sect were known for their relentless work ethic.

But rumors are no substitute for seeing is believing.

Seeing how tough Abbess Juechen was in the face of the Vice Sect Master of the Evil Sect, many people couldn't help but gasp.

Suddenly, I understood why there weren't many demonic sects or cults willing to come to the Emei Sect's territory.

With this "trigger-it-or-fight-it" style, who would dare to provoke them?

Seemingly not expecting that Abbess Juechen's attitude would remain so firm when he spoke, Zong Yue was momentarily stunned.

But then, Zong Yue felt a surge of anger rise up in his heart.

Ever since he became the vice sect leader of the Evil Sect, everyone has treated him with courtesy and a smile.

But today, an elder from the Emei Sect actually dared to speak to him like that.

And this happened in front of so many people.

If he really doesn't say a word, how will the martial arts world view him as the vice sect leader of the evil sect?
"The sect leader has arrived."

"Young Master has arrived."

However, just as Zong Yue felt he had lost face and was caught in a dilemma, and was about to take action, two chanting voices rang out one after the other.

The two clear, melodious voices, like the clash of metal and stone, immediately drew the attention of everyone at the entrance of the main hall and on the mountaintop.

Everyone's eyes turned in unison, looking in the direction from which the singing was coming from.

The leader, Abbess Miejue, was still wearing that gold and white, spotless cloud-patterned robe. Sunlight fell on Abbess Miejue's dignified and cold face, complementing her solemn aura.

Although her mindset has changed over the years, Abbess Miejue has lost that icy aura that keeps strangers at bay.

However, the solemn aura emanating from him grew stronger and stronger, giving people a sense of imposing authority even without uttering a single word.

Behind Abbess Miejue, Gu Shaoan, also dressed in a gold and white robe, with a tall and straight figure like bamboo and a gentle temperament, naturally stood out.

But most people's attention was still focused on Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, and Mei Jiangxue, who were dressed in light blue and white outfits behind Gu Shaoan.

Looking at the three women bathed in sunlight, their beauty as pure and untouched as the first snow of the Tianshan Mountains, without any artifice, countless people outside the golden-roofed hall felt a sense of "a glance that lasts a lifetime."

His gaze simply followed the movements of the three women.

Especially Zong Yue from the Evil Sect, when his gaze fell upon Zhou Zhiruo and the other two women, all his anger and displeasure vanished. His eyes were fixed on these three beautiful figures, and a terrifying, purely lustful light burst forth from his eyes.

Only a few people, like Feng Xinglie, were amazed by the beauty and temperament of Zhou Zhiruo and the other two, but they quickly came to their senses and turned their gaze to Gu Shaoan, who was holding the Yitian Sword in front of the three women.

It was as if she sensed Feng Xinglie's gaze.

Gu Shaoan, who was originally following behind Abbess Miejue, also raised his eyes slightly and looked over at Feng Xinglie.

With his gaze fixed on Feng Xinglie, Gu Shaoan slightly twitched the index finger holding the Yitian Sword.

The last trace of uncertainty in my heart vanished completely.

While everyone's attention was drawn to Abbess Miejue and her group, no one noticed that another figure had also climbed to the top of the mountain and blended into the crowd.

Who else could it be but Gu Santong?
Glancing at the figures walking towards the Golden Summit Hall under the spotlight, Gu Santong's gaze fell on Gu Shaoan, whose hair was specially tied up with a jade hairpin today, making him look even more outstanding. Thinking about what would happen next and the situation of the Emei Sect after today, Gu Santong couldn't help but shake his head and say, "The Emei Sect has really hit the jackpot to find such a disciple."

However, just as Gu Santong finished speaking, a voice of agreement rang out from beside him.

"Yeah! It's really damn weird. I don't know what good deeds that guy, Miejue, did in his past life to be able to get such a disciple."

"Ok?"

The sudden sound made Gu Santong pause for a moment, then he turned to look at the person next to him who was echoing his words.

However, the person was wearing a straw hat, making it impossible to see their true face.

However, he was also broad-shouldered and stout, with a protruding belly, and wore a slightly faded, rather plain dark blue coarse cloth Taoist robe.

He looks like someone who lives a frugal and simple life.

In addition, the tone of his voice when he first spoke was clearly not that of a young person, which was enough to indicate the person's age.

Gu Santong asked curiously, "Do you also know that young Gu?"

In response to Gu Santong's question, the old man wearing a bamboo hat nodded, then sighed and said, "If possible, this old Daoist doesn't want to know this brat."

"Ever since I met this kid, I've been so angry that I can't eat or sleep. All I think about all day is grabbing a stick and teaching those good-for-nothing disciples a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Gu Santong became interested.

"Oh? Xisuo."

The man wearing a bamboo hat glanced at Gu Santong and said, "What are you babbling about? Do you think we're that close?"

A glint of light flashed in Gu Santong's eyes.

From the old Taoist priest's breathing and gait, Gu Santong could not discern anything particularly special about him.

Therefore, after glancing at the old Taoist priest walking away, Gu Santong pursed his lips and looked away.

At the same time, as Abbess Miejue and her companions arrived at the entrance of the main hall, disciples of the Emei Sect immediately carried a chair out of the hall.

After sitting down, Abbess Miejue's gaze swept around her surroundings before she slowly sat down.

His gaze swept over the group of people who had sat down again, lingering briefly on Zong Yue before finally settling on Shi Huolong.

　Sorry for the lateness! I've made up for all the missed updates! I'll be updating twice a day as usual from now on!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)