In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 238 Sword Ten's Idea

After returning to the house, Gu Shaoan focused his attention on the other two items he had just drawn.

Among them, the Purple-veined Spirit Flower is a rare medicine containing toxins and has hallucinogenic and maddening effects.

If mixed with other medicines to remove toxicity and refined into a medicine, it can enhance the martial artist's spiritual energy.

Its effectiveness is considerable.

Cold Marrow Essence Gold is a special ore that can be used to forge weapons.

Even a piece of mixed weapon the size of a thumb can be forged into a weapon of the caliber of the Chengxin Sword.

Although the swords used by Yang Yan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Mei Jiangxue were slightly better than those used by other disciples in the sect, they were still far inferior to the Chengxin Sword.

With this Frost Marrow Essence Gold, Gu Shaoan was able to find someone to forge a few decent sword blades for the three of them to use.

"not bad!"

Although I didn't draw any power cards or similar items.

However, the items drawn this time were not of low value.

Immediately, Gu Shaoan calmed his mind, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to circulate his internal energy, cultivating according to the mental method of the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Art".

at the same time.

More than 20 miles from the Golden Summit of Mount Emei, on the mountainside of a desolate mountain, three disciples of the Demon Master Palace stood in front of a cave, their eyes occasionally sweeping over the surroundings.

While remaining on guard, the three of them would occasionally glance at the cave to the side, their faces showing worry and unease.

Inside the cave, Pang Ban sat cross-legged.

The deep purple robe was torn in many places, and stained with dried and undried blood, turning it into a mottled pattern of dark brown and dark red.

His left arm and forearm were wrapped in a layer of cloth.

His signature thick black hair was now disheveled, with a few strands soaked with cold sweat.

That face, once radiating a captivating charm of confidence and strength, seemingly fearless of anything in the world, is now nothing but a pale and ashen look, as if it has lost too much blood. Even its lips have lost their color and are cracked and peeling.

The flickering campfire illuminated Pang Ban's body, but it couldn't hide the paleness of his face.

At this moment, Pang Ban no longer possessed any of the arrogance and haughtiness he had shown when he first arrived at Emei.

He looked more disheveled and dejected than ever before.

Just then, Pang Ban's body trembled, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Slowly opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at the strips of cloth tightly wrapped around his severed arm. In Pang Ban's deep, pool-like eyes, a raging rage burned.

Pang Ban clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost crushed them.

"Gu-Shao-An!"

Pang Ban never expected that his arrival at the Emei Sect with such imposing manner would end like this.

His internal organs were damaged, his spiritual seed was riddled with cracks, and even one of his arms was severed.

Since entering the martial arts world, Pang Ban had never suffered such a serious injury.

He felt like a lost dog.

Thinking that he had roamed the martial arts world for decades, and now, in front of everyone, he had his arm cut off and fled in a sorry state by a junior who was only in his early twenties, a sense of humiliation suddenly arose in Pang Ban's heart.

But aside from his hatred for Gu Shaoan, what Pang Ban found most incomprehensible was why his punch had disappeared without a trace when it landed on Gu Shaoan.

Even now, Pang Ban still can't figure this out, no matter how hard he tries.

This question weighed more heavily on Pang Ban's mind than the humiliation he felt.

For Pang Ban, defeat is not terrible.

If you lose, it can only be because you are not strong enough. Even if you are killed, it is only to be expected.

As long as I live, I will always have a chance to avenge myself today.

What really bothered Pang Ban was that he had no idea how he had lost today.

If Pang Ban cannot figure out why Gu Shaoan did not react at all when his punch landed on him, it means that even if he faces Gu Shaoan again in the future, he will still be unable to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Pang Ban's face darkened even more.

The campfire crackled inside the cave, casting light and shadow on Pang Ban's pale face, which, combined with the flames burning within his purple demonic eyes, made it seem as if flames were constantly burning.

The next day.

Inside the bamboo forest on the east side of Mount Emei.

The mountain wind swept through the forest, and bamboo leaves fluttered down like rain.

Gu Shao stood quietly in the bamboo forest, his right hand lightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

He remained completely still, as if carved from stone.

But an indescribable aura was spreading silently yet powerfully from Gu Shaoan's center.

The aura was initially heavy, like an invisible, damp cloth enveloping and spreading through the air.

But as time went by, this aura not only did not dissipate, but instead became even thicker, as if it had turned into a solid block of lead, pressing heavily on the entire bamboo forest.

The mountain breeze that used to blow through the forest and leaves seemed to feel suffocated under this oppressive atmosphere, and the bamboo leaves that used to dance freely in the air fell much more slowly.

Five zhang away, Gu Santong, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the bamboo house, felt the heavy atmosphere around him and stopped circulating his internal energy, raising his eyes to look at Gu Shaoan.

Gu Santong glanced at Gu Shaoan's current posture and let out a soft "hmm" in his heart.

Over the past two years, Gu Santong has seen Gu Shaoan cultivate quite often.

But this was the first time Gu Santong had ever seen Gu Shaoan like this, standing still while gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Could this kid be practicing some new martial art?"

Curiosity, like a cat's claws scratching at his heart, was irrepressible to Gu Santong. He gently patted the cold stone steps with his right hand, and his figure blurred instantly, drifting out like a ghost and moving to the bamboo pavilion two zhang away.

Just as Gu Santong moved, Gu Shaoan's eyeballs twitched very slightly beneath his tightly closed eyelids, before returning to complete calm, as if his last remaining sense of the outside world had been completely withdrawn back into his body.

Gradually, an even more solemn aura began to permeate Gu Shaoan's body.

After an incense stick has burned, the pressure permeating the bamboo forest has become as thick as viscous amber.

The heavy aura grew even more profound and majestic, like a massive ocean of water hanging overhead.

According to Gu Santong's judgment, if only a martial artist at the Acquired Realm gets within five zhang of Gu Shaoan, the aura emanating from Gu Shaoan alone would be enough to make it difficult for them to breathe, as if a huge boulder were blocking their path.

If the time spent there is too long, it is no exaggeration to say that internal organs will be damaged.

Just then, Gu Santong suddenly felt the wind around him change.

The mountain winds, which had been almost completely silent, suddenly changed direction and nature as if violently torn and pulled by an invisible giant hand! It was no longer a disorderly flow, but a surging torrent! Patches of mountain winds howled and were forcibly restrained and gathered in the bamboo forest where Gu Shaoan was.

The raging wind instantly caused the green bamboos in the bamboo forest to sway continuously, and the "rustling" sound of the bamboo leaves rubbing against each other could be heard incessantly.

Countless emerald green bamboo leaves detached from the bamboo branches in these fierce winds and were swept into the air, swaying with the wind.

Strangely, despite the gusts of wind blowing through the bamboo forest, there seemed to be no turbulence in the air within a three-zhang radius around Gu Shaoan.

Moreover, whenever a bamboo leaf fell from the sky and was within a ten-foot radius of Gu Shaoan, it vanished into thin air as if a snowflake had fallen into a hot iron, leaving not even a wisp of smoke or a trace of residue.

The gold and white robe that Gu Shaoan wore, symbolizing the young sect leader, remained spotless, without even the slightest wrinkle.

It was as if the area within one zhang around Gu Shaoan belonged to another special space.

Gu Shaoan, who was in this realm, seemed like an immortal who had just descended to earth, with an ethereal and otherworldly aura about him.

Three zhang away, Gu Santong, sitting on a bamboo chair, kept his eyes on Gu Shaoan's side.

With Gu Santong's keen eyesight, he was able to clearly perceive the pervasive energy emanating from Gu Shaoan's body.

At the same time, Gu Santong could also clearly sense that the energy surging around Gu Shaoan seemed to be somewhat different from before.

Before Gu Santong could think further, he suddenly noticed a unique aura emanating from the surroundings.

Having experienced this many times before, Gu Santong immediately recognized that the special aura gathered here belonged to the power of heaven and earth.

At the very moment he sensed the power of heaven and earth being drawn, Gu Santong felt a jolt in his heart.

Gu Santong shifted his gaze from the air back to Gu Shaoan, looking bewildered at Gu Shaoan's actions.

"Strange, this kid's current stance is not the Sword Nine move from the Emei Sword Manual, so why is he able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth?"

Before Gu Santong could think further, as if noticing something, his gaze quickly shifted to the Yitian Sword held in Gu Shaoan's left hand. At this moment, a faint golden light was already emanating from the scabbard of the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand.

And over time, this layer of golden light became increasingly thick.

From a distance, the entire Heaven-Slaying Sword looked as if it were coated with a layer of gold leaf.

It was at this moment that a chill crept up Gu Santong’s spine.

This prompted Gu Santong to instinctively circulate the internal energy within his body.

However, the moment Gu Santong activated his internal energy, the previously disordered pressure within the bamboo forest seemed to suddenly have a target, and all of them pressed down on Gu Santong.

In an instant, Gu Santong felt as if he were in deep water, surrounded by thick, heavy pressure.

"Om~"

However, in the next instant, Gu Shaoan, who was far away, suddenly frowned, his body swayed slightly, and a buzzing sound suddenly came from his body.

Immediately afterwards, the solid golden light on the surface of the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand shattered like a broken mirror, then dissipated into clouds and smoke.

At the same time, the pressure that had been frantically squeezing towards the ancient three passages vanished without a trace.

The mountain winds that had been howling in the bamboo forest subsided at an extremely fast pace.

Until the entire bamboo forest returned to normal.

Releasing his grip on the sword hilt, Gu Shaoan rapidly circulated the Nine Yang Divine Essence within his body.

Under the influence of the Gang Yuan, the discomfort in Gu Shaoan's meridians quickly subsided.

A moment later, Gu Shaoan opened his eyes, exhaling a breath of stale air, and glanced down at the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his left hand.

"It's really not that simple!"

Just as the murmur ended, Gu Santong flashed in front of Gu Shaoan.

"Gu boy, were you practicing a new martial art just now?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan raised his eyes to look at Gu Santong, who was walking slowly toward him.

"Not really, it's just that I had a feeling about it and wanted to see if I could take this opportunity to comprehend the tenth sword technique in the Emei Sword Manual."

Thinking of Gu Shaoan's posture just now, Gu Santong asked, "You want to combine that Sword Nine move with your sword-drawing style?"

Gu Shaoan nodded in acknowledgment.

Gu Santong stroked his chin and said, "Using the power and momentum of heaven and earth while drawing the sword is one way, but judging from your situation just now, you encountered a problem?"

Gu Shaoan replied, "It was just a fleeting thought. It's not so easy to actually combine them into a new sword move."

The Emei Sword Manual was created by Gu Shaoan by combining the "Martial Arts Enlightenment Card".

Although there are only nine moves in total, Gu Shaoan, who had entered a state of enlightenment due to the "Martial Arts Enlightenment Card", could clearly feel that Sword Nine was not the end of the "Emei Sword Manual".

However, Gu Shaoan has been unable to find a clue during this time.

After the "Sword Drawing Like a Rainbow" skill was upgraded to gold, a new energy path would appear in Gu Shaoan's body when he used the skill.

Gu Shaoan suddenly had a flash of inspiration today, thinking of combining this new cultivation route with "Sword Nine: One Sword Separates Worlds" from the "Emei Sword Manual" to see if he could create a new sword move.

It was after the fusion of the two martial arts that Gu Shaoan suddenly had some inspiration and combined the characteristics of "Sword Nine - One Sword Separates Worlds" with the cultivation path that comes with the "Drawing the Sword Like a Rainbow" entry to create a new martial art.

That's why the experiment just now happened.

And the result, naturally, was failure.

The cultivation paths involved in the "Emei Sword Manual" and the "Drawing the Sword Like a Rainbow" entry are completely opposite, making it almost impossible to simultaneously follow both paths during practice.

Based on Gu Shaoan's understanding of the human body's meridians, he had only slightly adjusted the two cultivation routes, yet this caused his internal energy to surge and his meridians to feel uncomfortable.

Especially when the power of heaven and earth is activated, the discomfort suddenly intensifies dozens of times.

If it were anyone else, the mere stirring of their vital energy would have been enough to damage their meridians, requiring at least several months of recovery.

However, that fleeting feeling just now confirmed Gu Shaoan's belief in the feasibility of fusing the two martial arts styles.

The first thing that needs to be solved is the movement path of the moves.

Seeing Gu Shaoan deep in thought, Gu Santong remained silent.

Gu Shaoan's strength has surpassed that of Gu Santong, and the "Emei Sword Manual" created by Gu Shaoan has even drawn upon the power of heaven and earth.

This has already exceeded Gu Santong's current level of martial arts skills.

Even Gu Shaoan couldn't understand the problem, so Gu Santong couldn't solve it either.

After a moment, Gu Shaoan suppressed his thoughts and looked at Gu Santong: "By the way, Uncle Gu, when you traveled the martial world before, did you know any masters of blacksmithing?"

Gu Santong glanced at the Yitian Sword in Gu Shaoan's hand and said, "What's wrong? Not comfortable using the Yitian Sword? Are you planning to have someone melt it down?"

After a few moments of contemplation, Gu Shaoan suddenly revealed an extremely friendly smile.

"Speaking of which, some time ago, I had already grasped the 'Soaring Dragon Momentum' level of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Uncle Gu seems to have not yet experienced it. Why don't you help me test how the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms changes after incorporating the 'Soaring Dragon Momentum' today?"

Looking at Gu Shaoan's bright smile, Gu Santong felt a bad premonition.

He took half a step back: "Isn't that unnecessary? I don't want to do anything today."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan snorted, then swung his left hand down to insert the Yitian Sword into the ground, and raised his right hand to strike Gu Santong with a palm.

In an instant, a high-pitched dragon roar resounded throughout the bamboo forest.

"You little brat, go all out!"

"Be gentle, be gentle."

“Ah~ it hurts~”

Fifteen minutes later, Gu Santong sat in the pavilion, grinning from ear to ear.

When she looked at Gu Shaoan, her eyes were filled with resentment.

At this moment, Gu Santong also understood why even someone as strong as Pang Ban had previously struggled to deal with Gu Shaoan's "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" head-on.

It may seem like just the addition of the "Soaring Dragon Momentum," but combined with Gu Shaoan's own skill of "making light of things seem heavy" and terrifying strength, the power of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" is completely elevated several levels in Gu Shaoan's hands.

Each palm strike was a powerful and imposing attack.

Only if Gu Santong had practiced the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill" could he have withstood dozens of blows from Gu Shaoan without any serious injury.

If it were any other martial artist who had condensed their Qi into Qi, even if their skill was slightly weaker, let alone if Gu Shaoan's "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" hit them, they would definitely not have an easy time even if they were just hit by one palm.

Such power made Gu Santong exclaim that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms truly deserved to be the top palm technique among external martial arts at the time.

Having taken dozens of blows, Gu Santong looked resentful, while Gu Shaoan opposite him appeared refreshed.

It has to be said that when you have pent-up frustration, it's good to let it out.

Just like the old folks say, once you've uttered those filthy words, your heart will be clean.

After a brief respite, Gu Santong spoke up when Gu Shaoan asked again: "There are many masters in the martial arts world who are skilled in forging weapons. It is said that there are more than a dozen in the Great Wei Kingdom, but most of them are in forces such as Tang Clan and Cangfeng Valley, and I don't know them."

"However, I had heard of a guy named Feng Yongxiu before. His family had been blacksmiths for generations, and he was already quite famous more than twenty years ago."

"It is said that his forging skills are extremely high. Even though the Tang Clan has its own master forgers, they often ask him for help in forging weapons and hidden weapons."

"If you're looking for someone, you can try asking this guy."

Gu Shaoan asked, "Where is this person located?"

Gu Santong tried to recall for a while and said, "I heard it was in Dongyang Prefecture more than 20 years ago, but you'll have to find out the exact location yourself."

"Dongyang Prefecture, southeast of here?"

At this moment, Gu Santong spoke up: "I heard that guy's nickname is 'Feng Wanchui,' which means that his hammer is worth ten thousand taels of silver. He only cares about money and not people. If you want to have this guy forge weapons, he probably won't pay any attention to you if you don't have enough money."

Gu Shaoan nodded in understanding: "I understand."

Gu Shaoan has no shortage of money.

Over the past ten years, Gu Shaoan has occasionally won some gold in the lottery.

The total amount of gold in my system inventory now exceeds ten thousand taels.

It was only ten thousand taels of silver, which was a bit expensive, but still within Gu Shaoan's acceptable range.

(End of this chapter)