In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 226: Kill Everyone Who Had Suspicion

The current Abbess Miejue has already reached the level of condensing qi into primordial essence in her internal energy cultivation.

Even if it were the real Beggar Clan leader Shi Huolong, he would feel considerable pressure facing Abbess Miejue at this moment.

Moreover, the "Shi Huolong" sitting here right now is just a fake with an empty appearance.

Therefore, facing Abbess Miejue's sharp gaze, Shi Huolong felt inexplicably uneasy, but he still forced a calm expression on his face.

After her gaze lingered on Shi Huolong for a moment, Abbess Miejue said, "Alright, you can speak now."

His tone was calm and casual, as if he were not addressing a gang leader, but an ordinary person waiting for permission to speak: "You may speak now."

Shi Huolong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his dissatisfaction with Miejue's current posture, and said, "Today, I, Shi, have gathered with my fellow practitioners at the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain, not to provoke trouble, but to seek justice."

"It is common knowledge in the martial arts world that our sect's ultimate martial art, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, has been lost for a long time. All three previous leaders of our Beggars' Sect, including myself, have tried their best to find it."

"However, I had previously heard that your sect's young master had used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms on Bright Peak. For this reason, I personally went to the Kongtong and Kunlun sects to verify it. After being confirmed by the Five Elders of Kongtong and Master He Taichong and his wife, it was indeed true."

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is the foundation of our Beggars' Sect and the lifeblood of our clan. If this skill is not restored in a day, the hearts of our Beggars' Sect disciples will not be at peace."

"Your Emei Sect is one of the leading righteous sects in the martial arts world, and has always upheld chivalry and reason. Today, I, Shi, have dared to lead the Beggars' Clan and all fellow martial artists who care about the morality of the martial arts world to this place, and earnestly request that Master Miejue consider the friendship among fellow practitioners and the great righteousness of the inheritance, and return this secret manual to its rightful owner."

"Previously, Shi sent someone to the Emei Sect, hoping that the abbess could return the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to our Beggar Clan."

After hearing this, Abbess Miejue's face remained expressionless.

After a moment, Extinction slowly spoke: "Are you finished?"

The voice was calm to the point of being bland.

Although he had anticipated that Abbess Miejue wouldn't cooperate, Shi Huolong hadn't expected her reaction to be so indifferent.

Before Shi Huolong could speak, Abbess Miejue glanced around and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"First, they deliberately spread rumors in the martial arts world, distorting the truth and ruining the reputation of Emei. Then, they joined forces with several other forces that were completely unrelated to this matter to come to our door and intimidate us."

"So, this is how your Beggars' Sect treats people when they ask for favors?"

Shi Huolong responded, "I had previously sent an elder from my Beggars' Sect to your sect to discuss this matter, but your sect flatly refused, clearly intending to seize the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' and refuse to return it. If it weren't for the abbess's insistence, why would I have resorted to such a desperate measure?"

Abbess Miejue sneered: "Let me ask you first, do you know why my Emei Sect possesses the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms'?"

Shi Huolong sneered: "My Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms have long been lost. If I knew where the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were lost, I would have gone to retrieve it myself immediately. How could the Emei Sect possibly obtain it?"

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue coldly said, "Oh? Then please, Chief Shi, go back to the founding time of my Emei Sect and speak with our sect's founder!"

Shi Huolong was taken aback for a moment, somewhat confused.

He then frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that, Master?"

Abbess Miejue didn't look at Shi Huolong, but instead looked at the other martial artists in the square and said loudly: "Nearly a hundred years have passed, and perhaps many people in the martial arts world have forgotten that the founder of my Emei Sect, the heroine Guo Xiang, was the daughter of Guo Jing, the great hero Guo, who was famous a hundred years ago for his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"As the daughter of the great hero Guo, Guo Xiang naturally inherited the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"Our Emei Sect was founded by the heroine Guo Xiang. The Emei Sect has the inheritance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, so it is rightfully ours."

Although a century has passed.

However, the reputation of Guo Jing and Huang Rong was still known to many martial artists back then.

With the explanation of some more experienced people at the Golden Summit, everyone roughly understood the identities of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

For a moment, many people looked enlightened.

At this moment, Shi Huolong suddenly stood up and shouted, "Nonsense! If the Emei Sect has the inheritance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, why have we never heard of any Emei disciples using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in the martial arts world over the past few decades?"

Abbess Miejue glanced coldly at Shi Huolong and said, "The martial arts of my Emei Sect are profound and extensive. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is not the only martial art of my Emei Sect. Moreover, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is related to our ancestors. If we do not learn it well, we will only disgrace our ancestors' reputation."

Do you think my Emei Sect is as shameless as your current Beggars' Sect?

Before Shi Huolong could speak, Abbess Miejue continued, "My Emei Sect's founder, the heroine Guo Xiang, and her mother, the heroine Huang Rong, were also once the leader of the Beggars' Sect. Logically speaking, my Emei Sect and the Beggars' Sect have some connection."

"The Beggars' Sect's 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms' has lost the last six palm techniques, leaving only twelve. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, if you were to personally visit us that day and explain things properly, our Emei Sect would provide the cultivation methods for the lost palm techniques to help the Beggars' Sect complete the palm techniques. It would not be a big deal."

"But your Beggars' Sect casually sent an elder to deliver a message, and with just a few words, you accused my Emei Sect of coveting the martial arts of other sects, and forced my Emei Sect to hand over the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"Ha! Do you really think my Emei Sect is easy to bully?"

Finally, Abbess Miejue glanced at the people around Shi Huolong and said with disdain, "Do you really think that you can do whatever you want by standing on the head of my Emei Sect with a bunch of rabble?"

The fact that Abbess Miejue directly categorized everyone as a "rabble" speaks volumes about the expressions on the faces of the others, especially Zong Yue, the vice sect leader of the Evil Sect, whose face darkened considerably.

In response, Zong Yue couldn't help but say, "The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms originally belonged to the Beggars' Clan. Perhaps Chief Shi's actions were biased before, but the Abbess originally intended to help the Beggars' Clan complete this martial art. Let's discuss it properly."

Abbess Miejue glanced at Zong Yue, who had stood up, and said, "If it were Li Ruohai, the leader of the Evil Sect, who were standing here today, he might have the right to say these words to me. But what are you?"

"Although the name of the Evil Sect contains the word 'evil,' they have always acted with integrity and have an excellent reputation in the Beishan Prefecture of the Great Wei Kingdom. I never expected that meeting them would be so different from hearing about them."

Hearing Abbess Miejue's words, Feng Xinglie, who had been silent until now, suddenly frowned.

Then he stood up and looked at Abbess Miejue, saying, "Abbess, aren't you going a bit too far with your words?"

Abbess Miejue looked at Feng Xinglie and asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Xinglie clasped his hands and said, "I am Feng Xinglie, the sect leader of the Evil Sect and a disciple of Li Ruohai. I greet you, Master."

Perhaps seeing that Feng Xinglie was still polite, Abbess Miejue's expression softened slightly.

However, his tone remained cold.

"So you are a disciple of Sect Master Li. But Young Hero Feng, do you think there's anything wrong with what I said?"

"Today, the matter concerns the inheritance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. My Emei Sect has acted uprightly and stood straight. The Beggar Clan's younger generation is incompetent, causing their own Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to be lost. Now that they know my Emei Sect has the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, they want to seize it by force."

"Your Evil Sect, without knowing the truth, colluded with the Beggars' Sect and committed such heinous acts. This is just a glimpse into the true nature of your Evil Sect's daily conduct."

The argument about extinction is clear, logical, and well-founded.

For a moment, Feng Xinglie couldn't find a reason to refute him and was somewhat speechless.

"Master Tai!"

At this moment, Shi Huolong deliberately raised his voice, "You've said so much, deliberately distorting the truth. Your Emei Sect just wants to seize my Beggar Clan's unique skills for your own use. If you insist on arguing, Master, I'm afraid things won't end well today."

"Difficult to resolve?"

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue showed no fear. Instead, a faint yet incredibly sharp sneer appeared on her usually calm face. She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze like two icy bolts of lightning, cleaving through the crowd and landing precisely on Shi Huolong, Zong Yue, Yuan Guangbo, Mai Jing, and others, her tone filled with contempt.

"Just you?"

Those few words undoubtedly brought the communication to a complete halt.

Shi Huolong stood up, took a step forward, his bushy beard bristling, and pointed at his allies who had stood up around him: "I have long known the Emei Sect's Yitian Sword for its power, but today, with the combined strength of our eight major forces and hundreds of experts, even if your Yitian Sword is fast and sharp, can you still slaughter us all?"

As Shi Huolong finished speaking, people from several factions, including the Sea Sand Gang, the Giant Whale Gang, and the Chang Le Sect, stood up.

It was also at the moment that the group stood up that...

A dense, ear-piercing metallic clang exploded like a tidal wave atop the golden roof.

As everyone looked over, they saw that all the martial artists in the square had drawn their weapons and quickly stepped forward, then stood behind Shi Huolong, Zong Yue, Liu Changle, and other leaders of their respective factions.

Everyone else in the square knew that the Beggars' Sect and other forces had been prepared for this for some time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed people from all these factions to blend into the crowd and pretend to be martial artists watching the show.

Sensing something was wrong, the remaining martial artists on the mountaintop didn't immediately flee in fear.

They all hurriedly retreated, making room for each other to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the conflict between the two sides.

When the Beggars' Sect members and others who had infiltrated the crowd stepped forward, a group of Emei disciples and several elders around the square also leaped to the entrance of the main hall and drew their longswords.

They stood several feet apart from the Beggars' Sect, the Evil Sect, and other factions.

A chilling killing intent and a solemn atmosphere instantly spread throughout the square.

Faced with this situation, Gu Shaoan did not rush to take action.

To Gu Shaoan, neither Shi Huolong of the Beggars' Sect nor Zong Yue of the Evil Sect were minor figures he could easily deal with.

What Gu Shaoan really needs to pay attention to is the other person who is very likely to appear today.

Just as Gu Shaoan's gaze slowly swept across the square, suddenly, the old Taoist priest wearing a bamboo hat, who had blended into the crowd, looked up towards the southeast.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Santong and Gu Shaoan also looked up, their gazes also heading southeast.

Almost as soon as Gu Santong and Gu Shaoan raised their eyes, they saw a beautiful figure rise up at the corner of the southeastern square.

The woman wore a moon-white robe, not the usual scholar's attire, and her hair was tied up with a jade crown.

Her features were like those sculpted from cold jade, lacking any feminine softness, but instead exuding a refined and aloof heroic spirit.

What is most eye-catching is that on the woman's left forearm is a long zither with an ancient design and a body as black as ink jade.

The instrument is over three feet long, made of neither gold nor wood, but of a material resembling both stone and jade. It exudes a deep, restrained, and dark luster that seems to devour light. Its surface is engraved with intricate and ancient dark gold magic patterns. These patterns meander and twist, writhing like living creatures, radiating a chilling and eerie aura.

On either side of the instrument, two lifelike and ferocious beast reliefs are prominently displayed! They resemble dragons but are not dragons, and snakes but are not snakes, with bared fangs and bloodshot eyes, as if they might break free from the instrument at any moment to devour someone!

The most peculiar thing is that each of the seven strings on it is a different color.

Even just looking at it from afar can send chills down your spine.

In the crowd, Gu Santong's gaze fell on the guqin in the woman's hands, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and say, "This guqin looks a bit like the Heavenly Demon Qin that I've heard of before?"

It's not just the ancient three passages.

When Gu Shaoan saw the unusual guqin in the woman's hand, a thought flashed through his mind, and when he looked at the woman again, he had a vague guess in his heart.

As her body soared into the air, the woman moved like a flying dragon, swift and agile, traversing the sky. In the blink of an eye, she had already covered more than ten zhang and appeared above the Golden Summit Hall.

As he approached the heads of Shi Huolong and Zong Yue, the man's expression suddenly spun slightly, but he did not fall. Instead, he hovered several feet in the air in a posture that defied gravity, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

It was at this moment that the woman's right arm was raised gracefully, like flowing clouds.

The slender, fair fingers, seemingly imbued with the power to control heaven and earth, gently rested on the fourth of the five differently colored strings, a blood-red string, and plucked it lightly.

"Boom--!"

A melodious zither tune suddenly appeared in the air above the golden-roofed hall.

The music, though not resounding through the heavens, possessed an eerie penetrating quality, reaching everyone's ears clearly regardless of distance. However, at the very moment the music echoed, in the perceptions of Gu Shaoan, Gu Santong, and the others, peculiar sound waves, like an inverted Milky Way hanging from the heavens, carrying destructive stellar power, crashed down.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the ground, which was originally paved with hard stone slabs, was instantly plowed open like the most fragile tofu, a distance of 10 feet in front of Shi Huolong and the others.

The next instant, a straight ravine nearly three zhang long and more than half a foot deep appeared out of thin air, looking ferocious!

The edges of the ravine were as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been instantly cut by a peerless divine weapon. The violent air waves, carrying rubble and debris, formed a visible shockwave, like an invisible wall of storm, which spread rapidly in all directions.

Shi Huolong, who was directly in the blast, couldn't help but take a half step back under the force of the shockwave.

Smoke and dust fell like rain, and after the dust settled, the jagged ravine deeply etched into the earth was glaringly clear under the sunlight.

The once bustling Golden Roof Square fell into a deathly silence at this moment, with everyone's eyes fixed on the figure that had somehow appeared in front of Abbess Miejue and the others.

Facing everyone present, the woman's aloof yet domineering voice echoed clearly in the deathly silent golden roof: "Those who cross this line shall die!"

At a critical moment, he directly took action to intimidate Shi Huolong and others.

Such actions made Abbess Miejue feel a sense of doubt.

Then he turned his head to look at the dust-free and insulating structures on the side.

Meeting Abbess Miejue's gaze, the two glanced at the woman who exuded an aura of domineering authority, yet whose face was exquisite and in no way inferior to Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, and then shook their heads in acknowledgment.

Abbess Miejue pondered for a moment, sensing the fluctuations of true energy within the woman in front of her.

Then, she turned to look at Gu Shaoan.

Not only Abbess Miejue.

The same applies to dust removal and insulation at this point.

Gu Shaoan, who was also looking at the woman, felt the gazes of Abbess Miejue and the others. After a slight hesitation, he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Seeing this, Abbess Miejue and the others finally withdrew their gaze.

However, when looking at the woman in front of him, his gaze was somewhat different from before.

Especially Abbess Miejue, when her gaze fell on the woman, it even carried a hint of scrutiny.

Gu Shaoan was unaware of the change in Abbess Miejue's gaze.

When his gaze fell upon the woman, he felt his first hint of surprise that day.

With the Heavenly Demon Harp in hand, coupled with such demeanor and appearance, Gu Shaoan naturally couldn't possibly be unaware of the woman's identity.

Huang Xuemei, the Six-Fingered Demon of the Qin.

It was also ten years ago, in Jiading Prefecture, that the girl Gu Shaoan met during a free medical consultation.

To Gu Shaoan's surprise, Huang Xuemei ten years ago was only at the level of returning to the innate realm of internal energy cultivation.

Ten years later, he actually reached the realm of Qi Condensation.

Moreover, the sound wave that Huang Xuemei just emitted when she used the "Heavenly Demon Harp" was strange and swift.

Furthermore, Huang Xuemei's display of light-footed skills is enough to demonstrate her strength.

Conservative estimates suggest they are no less capable than Abbess Miejue.

At this moment, Zong Yue from the Evil Sect also noticed the guqin lying flat in Huang Xuemei's hand.

Zong Yue's gaze swept over the seven differently colored strings, his eyes narrowing slightly. He asked in a serious tone, "The Heavenly Demon Zither? Are you a successor of the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Demon Harp," everyone present was taken aback.

Decades ago, the Heavenly Dragon Elder, with his mastery of the "Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds" and the "Heavenly Demon Harp," was virtually unmatched among the masters who had condensed their Qi into Qi.

They even later established the Tianlongmen, a first-class power.

At that time, Bai Xiaosheng's weapon ranking list had just been created.

The Heavenly Demon Harp is ranked eighth on the Weapon Ranking.

Unfortunately, the Heavenly Demon Harp disappeared more than a decade ago.

After the death of the Heavenly Dragon Elder, no one knew his whereabouts.

Who could have imagined that the Heavenly Demon Harp would reappear at the Emei Sect today?

Then, when everyone's gaze fell on the Heavenly Demon Harp in Huang Xuemei's hands, they couldn't help but feel a little more intense.

It is said that in addition to being a special divine weapon, the Heavenly Demon Harp also contains the superior musical martial art "Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds" and a superior mental cultivation method "Heavenly Dragon Nine Hearts Technique".

Moreover, there was a rumor in the martial arts world that combining the two martial arts techniques with the Heavenly Demon Harp could provide divine assistance.

Using the "Nine Hearts of the Heavenly Dragon" technique to activate the "Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon" and wielding the Heavenly Demon Harp, its power is even more terrifying.

Anyone who obtains the Heavenly Demon Harp has the qualification to become a top-tier martial artist.

Not just the other martial artists around them.

Even Zong Yue, who had just recognized the Heavenly Demon Harp from the Evil Sect, had a burning look in his eyes.

Although Zong Yue is the vice sect leader of the Evil Sect, he is only at the Qi Condensation stage of internal energy cultivation.

In terms of martial arts skills, he is average, neither the best nor the worst.

Zong Yue was also aware of this.

The reason why he has had such a smooth life all these years and why various forces in the martial arts world have given him some face is not because of himself, but because of the face they give him because of Li Ruohai behind him.

That's why Zong Yue has become increasingly resentful over the years.

He was unwilling to be just a deputy sect leader, and unwilling to believe that his strength was only barely second-rate in the martial arts world.

It is also a change in mindset that makes Zong Yue increasingly enjoy the feeling of being admired.

Similarly, the change in his mindset also made Zong Yue's desire for women, power, and strength grow stronger.

But Zong Yue has obtained both women and power over the years.

However, their strength has remained stagnant.

Now that Zong Yue has seen the Heavenly Demon Harp, how could he not have any thoughts?
Greed and possessiveness surged uncontrollably from the depths of my heart at this moment, constantly filling my heart.

Fortunately, Zong Yue still retained his rationality at this moment.

After taking a deep breath and forcibly adjusting his emotions, Zong Yue's mind raced.

A few breaths later, Zong Yue looked at Abbess Miejue.

"Ha! Just now, the nun was criticizing Chief Shi for inviting us to join forces. I didn't expect that the nun had already found helpers and set up a trap in this Emei Sect."

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue frowned.

However, before Abbess Miejue could speak, Huang Xuemei suddenly said, "I came to Emei today not at your invitation, Abbess, but because I received a great favor from the Emei Sect when I was young, and I have come here today to repay that favor."

Upon hearing this, one of the Beggars' Sect members suddenly sneered and said, "You say so, but do you have any evidence?"

"No."

Her response was extremely concise, as calm as stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

Upon hearing this, Zong Yue, Shi Huolong, and the others couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Before the cold smile could even be seen on their faces, Huang Xuemei, who was standing at the entrance of the Golden Hall, casually and slightly hooked her right index and middle fingers, which had been resting on the strings of her zither, upwards.

Her movements were as light as willow branches brushing the water's surface, without even stirring a single wisp of her clothing.

But in that instant when the fingertips trembled slightly!
"Zheng"

A soothing melody rang out, and his gaze suddenly fell upon a ripple that resembled water. His heart tightened, and he immediately circulated his inner energy.

At the same time, Shi Huolong and the Beggars' Sect members suddenly felt a gust of wind brush past half of his cheek, but it subsided instantly.

In the eyes of Gu Shaoan, Abbess Miejue, and the others, a semi-transparent sonic blade shot out at an extremely fast speed and headed towards the Beggar Clan disciple who had just spoken.

"Pfft!"

The next second, the clear, muffled sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone reached everyone's ears!

When everyone turned around, they saw the Beggar Clan disciple who had just asked Huang Xuemei's question suddenly tilt his head to the side and fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of warm blood, with a strong smell of rust, gushed from the severed neck of the Beggar Clan disciple, splashing onto those nearby like a torrential downpour.

Perhaps this scene was too abrupt.

One of the Beggars' Sect disciples instinctively reached up and wiped his face.

When I looked down at my hands, all I could see was a shocking sight of them covered in crimson blood.

The headless corpse stiffened for a moment before collapsing heavily to the ground with a "thud." Blood continued to gush from its neck cavity under the immense pressure of blood pressure, quickly spreading into a pool of glaring crimson mud around the body.

The severed head rolled to the feet of a disciple of the Evil Sect, who was about ten feet away.

The eyes on the skull still held the contempt and smugness of that final moment.

But at this moment, his pupils were completely dilated.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

It was at this moment that Huang Xuemei's voice rang out again.

"But I will kill everyone who suspects me. Once no one suspects me, there will be no need for evidence."

The sound was like an iceberg's reflection sliding off a lake, ending without a ripple.

Yet it also exudes a chilling domineering aura.

It gives one the feeling of being weighed down by a heavy boulder.

(End of this chapter)