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Chapter 228 Demon Master Pang Ban Arrives Stepping Through the Void (Third Update!)
Gu Shaoan's voice was gentle and slightly magnetic, giving it a warm and gentle quality.

This is also why Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan used to love pestering Gu Shaoan to tell them little stories before bed.

Because of its gentle voice, it gives people a sense of peace.

But today, Gu Shaoan's gentle voice, as warm as the wind, reached the ears of Zong Yue and Shi Huolong, like a gust of cold wind blowing into their bodies from the dead of winter, freezing their blood completely.

Only fear could flow rapidly through their bodies.

The sunlight fell on him, as if draping him in a flowing halo.

His gold and white robes were spotless, and due to the special energy gathered around Gu Shaoan, the robes fluttered like clouds and mist, as if they had never been touched by the world.

Because of this energy, Gu Shaoan's every step seemed even more elegant.

At this moment, just like at the beginning, Gu Shaoan's gaze never lingered on Zong Yue and the others.

It was as if Zong Yue and Shi Huolong, who were beside him, were supposed to kneel on the ground when he approached.

Zong Yue, Shi Huolong, Liu Changle, and other sect leaders and gang leaders who each dominated their own regions were now completely devoid of their former prestige and cunning.

The force pressing down on their backs was as powerful as Mount Tai. They barely managed to maintain their kneeling positions, but the force from their legs caused them to tremble violently all over. Blood flowed down their torn trouser legs, winding new bloodstains on the bluestone slabs.

The excruciating pain and fear completely shattered their expressions, leaving only distorted faces.

The wind atop the golden roof still carried a hint of clamor.

The usually noisy wind could not stir up the deathly silence on the mountaintop.

All eyes were fixed on that serene and otherworldly figure.

I unconsciously held my breath.

They were afraid of disturbing the scene before them that seemed to blend the mortal and the divine.

And they were afraid of disturbing the figure that was walking slowly in the sunlight.

Looking at Gu Shaoan, who was radiant with sunlight shining on him.

At this moment, Abbess Miejue could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Each strike was powerful and resonant, so much so that even Abbess Miejue could clearly feel the excitement rising in her heart as she beat.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction as the flower, which I had painstakingly nurtured, successfully bloomed.

Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, and Mei Jiangxue, in a daze, felt as if the world around them was becoming blurred and indistinct.

Only that figure that had captivated them became increasingly clear.

Every move they make can touch their hearts.

Even Huang Xuemei, who was still holding the Heavenly Demon Harp, was somewhat lost in thought when her gaze fell on the figure that strolled past Zong Yue and the others.

Looking at the most dazzling figure bathed in sunlight on the field, Gu Santong couldn't help but smack his lips.

"This kid's mastery of internal energy is even more terrifying. In the blink of an eye, he can fill his body with internal energy that incorporates the meaning of 'Immortal Touching the Head'."

Looking at Gu Shaoan in the arena, Gu Santong couldn't help but think of his own youth. Looking at Gu Shaoan again, he couldn't help but mutter "show-off".

But as soon as he spoke, his tone was full of sourness.

"It's pretty flashy."

However, just as Gu Santong finished speaking, a voice of agreement couldn't help but rang out.

Upon hearing the voice, Gu Santong quickly turned around and found that the speaker was the old Taoist priest wearing a bamboo hat who was three zhang away.

Seemingly sensing Gu Santong's gaze, the old Taoist priest, wearing a bamboo hat, turned his head towards Gu Santong, gave a soft hum, and then looked back at Gu Shaoan in the arena.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This brat is quite the player. I'll give him a try when we get back, and see if he can handle those good-for-nothing disciples."

In the field.

Gu Shaoan stopped when he reached Feng Xinglie, who was holding Jin Bingyun's body.

Looking at Feng Xinglie in front of him, Gu Shaoan slowly extended his right hand.

"Go away!"

Seemingly sensing Gu Shaoan's movement, Feng Xinglie raised his hand, his right hand forming a claw as he pulled the twelve-foot-long red spear from a short distance away into his hand, and then thrust it directly at Gu Shaoan.

Perhaps because Jin Bingyun's mind was in turmoil at this moment, Feng Xinglie's thrust was somewhat exquisite, but not particularly powerful.

Even Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan could easily dodge it.

Not to mention that the target of this spear thrust was Gu Shaoan.

As Gu Shaoan extended his right hand and slightly raised the back of his hand, the moment the back of his fingers touched the twelve-foot-long red spear, the immense force caused Feng Xinglie's right hand holding the spear to tremble violently, and the spear flew directly out of his hand and to the side.

Immediately afterward, before Feng Xinglie could react, Gu Shaoan's hand had already grabbed his wrist.

Three fingers were naturally placed on Feng Xinglie's pulse.

The moment the vital energy rushed into Feng Xinglie's body, it transformed into countless strands and spread out.

A few breaths later, Gu Shaoan's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly withdrew his internal energy.

Just now, Gu Shaoan confirmed it.

Feng Xinglie's body did indeed contain a Dao heart and a demonic seed.

At the very moment Gu Shaoan let go, Feng Xinglie, who was overwhelmed by extreme grief and anger, held Jin Bingyun with one hand and raised his fist with the other to punch Gu Shaoan in the chest.

However, the attack was launched using fists instead of guns.

His fist tore through the air, and his fiery red true essence swirled around Feng Xinglie, carrying a hint of wildfire.

Gu Shaoan frowned slightly at this. Before Feng Xinglie's punch could land on him, Gu Shaoan raised his right hand and struck Feng Xinglie's shoulder with a palm strike that was already delivered before the punch.

Even though it was only less than one-tenth of the palm force, with Gu Shaoan's current strength, it was enough to send Feng Xinglie flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Even as he was flying backward, a special force entered Feng Xinglie's body, causing his limbs to go numb as he held Jin Bingyun's corpse, making him unable to hold onto her body any longer and causing her to fall to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Feng Xinglie struggled to lift his head and stared intently at Gu Shaoan.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, giving him a predatory look.

Gu Shaoan didn't even glance at Feng Xinglie, instead focusing his gaze on Jin Bingyun's body. "It seems you truly have no love for this man whatsoever, otherwise you wouldn't have pretended to be dead while knowing he could be humiliated at any moment."

A seemingly random remark caused Feng Xinglie, who had just been staring intently at Gu Shaoan, to freeze in shock.

Most people on the mountaintop were also taken aback.

However, there were also some quick-witted people who, after regaining their senses, immediately looked at Jin Bingyun, who was now lifeless on the ground.

Seeing that Jin Bingyun on the ground was still dead, Gu Shaoan said calmly, "I have been exposed to medicine since I was a child. After ten years, I have mastered medicine by chance. Although I have not yet reached the peak, I am confident that with my current medical skills, there are fewer than three people in the entire Great Wei Kingdom who can compare with me."

Gu Shaoan's gaze finally settled on Jin Bingyun's bloodless face, especially her tightly closed lips and the fine lines of skin on her neck. His voice carried a hint of contempt.

"If I, Gu, cannot even tell whether a person is truly dead or merely feigning death, then all my medical skills have been wasted."

"The art of tortoise breathing?"

These four words struck everyone like a bolt from the blue.

Feng Xinglie, in particular, was stunned as if stung by a poisonous bee, staring incredulously at Jin Bingyun on the ground.

Feng Xinglie tried to struggle and crawl over, but the tingling and weak feeling in his body kept him rooted to the spot.

He looked at Gu Shaoan, his eyes filled with both fervent denial and an involuntary glimmer of hope.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Jin Bingyun's corpse, Gu Shaoan's indifferent voice rang out again, clearly revealing the flaws in the disguise:
"The girl was bleeding from her mouth and nose, and her breathing stopped, as if she had died. But little did she know that after the last breath of life was exhaled, when she truly died, the last wisp of life dissipated, the blood and qi in her philtrum were instantly depleted, the muscles of her lips and jaw completely relaxed, and the edge of her mandible (located in the depression of the lower lip) also showed signs of relaxation. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue was slightly drooping. Her lips were grayish and dull, and the cracks showed signs of disarray."

"But the girl's lips did not show the sudden collapse and loosening of someone who is dying or has just died. On the contrary, her jaw was clenched, and although her philtrum and Chengjiang points were pale, her blood and qi were still intact. There was no sign of dissipation."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan's gaze shifted slightly upwards: "Secondly, the deceased's spirit was scattered, and after three breaths, the blood and energy in the 'Yintang' (between the eyebrows), 'Yangbai' (one inch above the eyebrows, directly opposite the pupils), and even the entire 'Shenting' area on the forehead, withered like a desolate winter wasteland, presenting a gray, stiff, and lifeless color! The skin was dry, devoid of the warmth and shine that life should have, and without the slightest luster."

His gaze swept carefully over Jin Bingyun's smooth forehead and the area between her eyebrows and eyes: "On the other hand, although the girl's forehead is as white as snow, upon closer inspection, under the sunlight, it does not appear stiff and ashen, but rather has an extremely faint, almost imperceptible halo like 'pearls covered in dust'."

"It is clearly a gentle glow that emanates naturally through the thin skin, even though the blood and qi have been extremely restrained."

"Not the kind of uncontrolled, diffuse chaos that is common in people who are truly dying."

At this point, Gu Shaoan paused.

"Leaving aside other aspects of the young lady, just these two points alone are enough for me to confirm that she is not dead."

"With your limited skills, young lady, you can still fool those who are not skilled in medicine, or those who, like this person, are so concerned about you that they lose their composure."

"But for Mr. Gu, such a trick is rather ridiculous."

Gu Shaoan's voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the golden roof was a martial artist.

Not only are his five senses keen, but he also has some basic understanding of medical principles.

Every time Gu Shaoan spoke, everyone would look at Jin Bingyun. How could they not see the problem when they combined what Gu Shaoan said?

For a moment, the entire Golden Summit was deathly silent.

Seeing that Jin Bingyun still didn't react at all, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but shake his head.

"Indeed, there's a saying that goes, you can never wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep."

"If it were anywhere else, the young lady could continue lying there if she wanted, but unfortunately, for someone as wicked as her, lying there would only result in a real corpse."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.

Strands of vital energy silently drilled into the ground, then surged out along the floorboards and entered Jin Bingyun's body.

The next moment, Jin Bingyun, who had just been lying on the ground, trembled and then curled up suddenly, clutching her abdomen.

The entire Golden Summit was completely silent during this scene.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at Jin Bingyun, who had seemingly "come back to life."

Feng Xinglie, in particular, was both happy and bewildered to see his wife come back to life.

After waking Jin Bingyun, Gu Shaoan ignored her and turned to walk towards Feng Xinglie.

With a gentle slap of his long sleeves, the force generated by the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" directly pulled Feng Xinglie up from the ground.

Gu Shaoan placed one hand on Feng Xinglie's shoulder and slowly said, "I wonder if the Demon Master can still sit still if I were to destroy the demonic seed within this guy right now?"

Gu Shaoan's voice still carried that unique warmth and magnetism, flowing clearly in the deathly silence of the wind on the mountaintop.

This was not a deliberately raised tone, yet each word carried a strange power that seemed to penetrate the barriers of space.

Before the words had faded, a fierce gust of wind suddenly swept across the sky above the Golden Summit.

As if sensing something, Gu Shaoan turned his head to look in the southeast.

Noticing Gu Shaoan's reaction, everyone on the Golden Summit followed the direction Gu Shaoan was looking and looked towards the southeast entrance leading to the summit.

Just as everyone's attention was focused, they discovered that a figure had appeared in the sky above the entrance to the mountaintop.

However, he was a man dressed in fine clothes.

He looked to be only in his thirties, with an almost eerie and handsome appearance. What was particularly striking was his crystal-clear skin, which seemed to shimmer with a dazzling luster.

He had long, glossy black hair, parted in the middle, cascading over his shoulders, which were much broader than those of an average person. His nose was high and straight, and his eyes were bright and piercing, like lightning, possessing an almost demonic charm. Combined with his imposing figure and dignified bearing, he could make one's heart flutter.

His crimson and gold robes were spotless, and he wore a long, silver cloak that reached the ground. He had an almost sinisterly handsome appearance, and his long, shiny black hair was parted in the middle, giving him an untamed air.

As everyone watched, the man seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, slowly walking through the air.

Every time he takes a step, a ripple spreads out beneath his feet.

It was as if they were stepping not on invisible air, but on a calm surface of water.

The man's movements were not fast, about the same speed as when Gu Shaoan walked past Zong Yue and the others.

But with each step, one can move ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in distance.

Space and distance seemed to become a joke in the man's case.

In just a few breaths, the man was already standing above the golden roof of the main hall, looking down at everyone below.

Looking at the man who seemed to stand high in the sky, several words came to mind for everyone in the Golden Dome Square.

"The Demon Master, Pang Ban."

　Third update! I've squeezed it all out! Please support me! It wasn't intentional to cut off the chapter! With this kind of main plot, it feels like a disjointed chapter no matter where you write it! If you don't believe me, find a passage and experience it for yourself!
　　
　
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