In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 277 You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid.
The sound, growing louder as it approached, pierced through the thick rain and clearly reached the ears of everyone in the dilapidated temple.

This caused Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and others inside the dilapidated temple to turn their heads and look at the temple gate.

Even Gu Shaoan and the others raised their eyes at this moment.

A few breaths later, the sound of wheels rolling over the muddy ground stopped at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, and several figures quickly rushed into the temple.

These men were all dressed in tight-fitting clothes, with swords at their waists. Their eyes shone brightly, and their hands unconsciously rested on the hilts of their weapons. They were soaked in sweat but exuded a fierce and ruthless aura. Their eyes scanned the temple environment quickly like knives, focusing on the Huashan Sect members who made up the largest group and the isolated campfire deep inside.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze could tell at a glance that these people were all skilled in martial arts from their movements.

Immediately afterwards, a burly figure, as imposing as a mountain, blocked most of the temple entrance.

He didn't wear a raincoat, letting the torrential rain wash over his broad, rugged face and his muscular, tight-fitting clothes, as if the wind and rain were nothing more than a tickle to him.

His soaked clothes clung to his body, outlining his imposing physique.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his gaze swept across the entire scene with a deep focus. When his gaze fell on Gu Shaoan and the other two people by the wall, whose faces were obscured by bamboo hats, he paused for a moment and frowned slightly.

A few breaths later, the burly middle-aged man stepped aside slightly to make way.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by two nervous maids and several equally powerful guards, a woman led a boy into the dilapidated temple.

Rainwater dampened the woman's temples, and a few strands of jet-black hair clung to her pale, almost translucent cheeks.

She was dressed in a magnificent brocade dress, now stained with mud and looking somewhat disheveled, and her movements exuded a delicate and frail charm.

However, despite the deep weariness and profound worry on her beautiful face, which was captivating to behold, she still maintained the inherent, deep-rooted dignity and resilience of a lady from a prominent family.

A uniquely styled folding fan-shaped jade hairpin was inserted diagonally into her hair bun.

"Why are there other people in this dilapidated temple?!"

Just then, an impatient voice sounded beside the woman.

Everyone turned to look at the boy next to the woman. The boy looked to be eleven or twelve years old, with a round face and round eyes, and he looked quite cute.

In addition, her clothes made of silk and satin made her look quite noble.

However, when he looked around, his brows were full of arrogance and haughtiness.

The burly middle-aged man asked, "Madam, should we clear everyone out?"

Upon hearing this, the woman gently shook her head: "It's dark and rainy, everyone is just trying to avoid the wind and rain, Master Qin, please don't make things difficult for them."

The burly man surnamed Qin nodded and said, "Madam is kind-hearted, and I understand what to do."

As she spoke, the woman turned to the young man beside her and said, "Yun'er, when you're out and about, it's always good to help others and yourself. Don't talk nonsense."

Upon hearing the woman's words, the young man nodded and said, "I understand."

Despite his words, the boy's nonchalant tone and demeanor clearly showed that he hadn't taken the woman's words to heart.

Seeing this, the burly man surnamed Qin turned his head and glanced at Yue Buqun and the other members of the Huashan Qi Sect, as well as Gu Shaoan and the other two, before saying, "We are just passing by and taking shelter from the rain for the time being. We hope we will not disturb each other."

His voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable force.

Coupled with his tiger-like eyes, his imposing physique, and the lingering ferocity emanating from him, his presence carried a strong sense of warning.

This caused Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and other members of the Huashan Qi Sect to frown.

Although Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were dissatisfied with the burly man's demeanor, they did not say anything.

After speaking, the burly man glanced around again, then chose a relatively clean spot in the southeast corner and ordered his guards to clean it up.

The sound of wind and rain outside the temple seemed to have suddenly intensified, showing no signs of stopping.

Before long, the maids and guards had cleaned up the southeast corner of the dilapidated temple.

One of the guards wandered around the dilapidated temple before approaching the burly man.

"Qin, the brothers have all checked. There isn't much firewood left in this dilapidated temple, except for a few people in the corner who have a lot of firewood piled up around them."

Upon hearing this, the burly man surnamed Qin quickly turned his head and glanced at Gu Shaoan and the others before his gaze fell on the neatly stacked firewood beside Yang Yan.

"Bring them all over to start a fire."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the guard beckoned to two other guards who then came to Gu Shaoan and the others, bent down, and prepared to carry away all the firewood.

They didn't even ask Gu Shaoan and the others a single question.

"Hmph! Taking things without asking is stealing, but who gave you the audacity to steal our firewood right in front of us?"

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, a guard frowned, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a tael of silver, and tossed it in front of Yang Yan as if giving money to a beggar.

"One tael of silver, is that enough?"

After saying that, the guard bent down to continue moving the firewood away.

Faced with this scene, Yang Yan snorted coldly, stroked the silver in front of her with her right hand, and without using her true essence, she simply used her strength and technique to send the piece of silver flying towards the leg of the guard who threw the silver.

The guard groaned in pain and immediately knelt on one knee.

"Be bold!"

Seeing this, the remaining two guards immediately drew their long swords and shouted.

"what happened?"

Seeing one of his men draw his knife, the burly man surnamed Qin immediately darted to the corner.

The speed was so fast that even Yue Buqun could only vaguely catch a glimpse of it.

"What a fast movement."

In response to the question posed by the burly man surnamed Qin, a guard replied fluently, "Chief Qin, this woman suddenly attacked just now."

Then, the guard recounted what had just happened.

Upon seeing this, the burly man surnamed Qin frowned, but still took out a few more taels of silver from his waist and threw them in front of Yang Yan.

"Is that enough now?"

Upon taking in the other party's actions, Yang Yan's expression immediately turned cold beneath her veil.

"roll!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man surnamed Qin's face darkened.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

The threatening words of the burly man surnamed Qin still echoed in the somewhat empty air of the dilapidated temple. His large, fan-like hand, with its sharp, forceful movements and iron hook-like fingers, quickly grabbed at Yang Yan's seemingly delicate left shoulder.

This grab was swift and fierce, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Seeing that the other party dared to take the initiative, a cold snort rang out from under Yang Yan's veil.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yan casually raised her right hand, and with a flick of her wrist, her index and middle fingers came together, pointing at the large hand of the burly man surnamed Qin with a star-like gaze.

Before the fingertips even arrived, a sharp, piercing sword aura, capable of cutting through wind and rain, had already struck the palm of the burly man surnamed Qin. "Something's not right, this is tough."

The moment he sensed the intense sword energy, the burly man surnamed Qin felt a jolt in his heart.

Yang Yan's finger strike was as fast as lightning. Even though the burly man surnamed Qin sensed something was wrong, he didn't have time to withdraw his palm and change his move.

He could only watch as Yang Yan pointed her finger at his palm.

"laugh--!"

A sound of energy piercing through flesh rang out.

The burly man surnamed Qin felt a chill in his palm, followed by excruciating pain.

He was horrified that his calloused palm, strong enough to split stone, had been pierced by Yang Yan's seemingly casual finger.

A shocking bloody hole appeared in the center of the palm.

However, before the burly man surnamed Qin could cry out in pain as his palm was pierced, a powerful and domineering force surged through Yang Yan's hand and crashed into the meridians of his arm.

"Woo!"

The burly man surnamed Qin let out a muffled groan, his powerful body crashing into him as if he had been struck head-on by a charging rhinoceros. He staggered back several steps uncontrollably, each step leaving a deep footprint in the dusty ground.

I felt a sharp, tingling pain throughout my right arm, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.

The condescending authority on his face was instantly replaced by horror, pain, and disbelief.

Seeing the burly man surnamed Qin injured, one of the other guards immediately shouted, "Attack!"

Then, the remaining guards' eyes flashed with a fierce light, and they drew their long swords in unison, charging towards Yang Yan and her companions.

"Humph!"

Facing the dozen or so guards, Yang Yan let out another disdainful snort.

The moment her internal energy began to circulate, Yang Yan slammed her palm into the ground.

Using the force of this palm strike, Yang Yan's body was pulled up like a kite. The moment she stood up, her toes lightly touched the ground, and her figure instantly became blurry.

In the flickering light of the campfire, almost realistic blue afterimages appeared like ghosts in front of, beside, and even behind the different guards.

As she moved in front of the guards, Yang Yan's fingers touched them.

By the time Yang Yan stood beside Gu Shaoan again, the whole process had taken less than a breath.

In contrast, the guards who had just drawn their swords were now standing frozen in place, unable to move, like stone statues.

Only when the cold wind blew into the dilapidated temple did the lingering shadows around the guards slowly dissipate like ripples on water.

Seeing that Yang Yan had acupoints on these guards in such a short time, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but transmit her true essence to Gu Shaoan: "Junior Sister Yan'er's lightness skill is so fast that I can't even see it clearly."

In response, Gu Shaoan slightly circulated his internal energy and replied, "Senior Sister and Junior Sister Yan'er have different focuses. In terms of lightness skills and movement techniques, Junior Sister Yan'er is indeed stronger, but in terms of combat, Senior Sister's talent is slightly higher than hers."

Zhou Zhiruo possesses considerable comprehension, as evidenced by her mastery of the "Emei Sword Manual."

Hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Zhou Zhiruo smiled gently.

"Junior brother, you've always liked to say nice things since you were little."

Gu Shaoan replied with a smile, "Senior sister knows that I am the most honest person and only like to tell the truth."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but inwardly spit out a curse.

The speed that Yang Yan displayed with the "Meteor Eighteen Lotus Steps" was so great that even Zhou Zhiruo, who had reached the same level of internal energy cultivation, could not see it clearly, let alone the others in the dilapidated temple.

In the eyes of Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and the others, they only saw afterimages suddenly appearing inside the dilapidated temple.

Yang Yan's movements were completely invisible.

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were both taken aback.

The woman and the boy in the distance were also taken aback by the scene before them.

A dozen feet away, drops of blood dripped from the palm of the burly man surnamed Qin. Where was the domineering look on his face now?
Beneath a forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, a pair of eyes were filled with terror.

His mind was also constantly pondering and guessing Yang Yan's identity.

Before he could think further, Yang Yan turned her bamboo hat slightly, revealing her calm eyes beneath the veil as she looked at him.

Sensing Yang Yan's gaze, the burly man surnamed Qin trembled and quickly said, "I am Qin Xiaoyi from Xingyun Manor in Baoding Prefecture. There may have been a misunderstanding earlier. May I ask your name?"

Upon hearing the words "Baoding Prefecture, Xingyun Manor," Gu Shaoan slightly raised an eyebrow beneath his veil.

When he looked up again at the woman and the boy, he immediately recognized their identities.

The owner of Xingyun Manor, Long Xiaoyun's wife, Lin Shiyin, and their child, Long Xiaoyun.

"Interesting, it's surprising to run into the two of them here."

Upon hearing the other party introduce himself, Yang Yan pondered for a moment, but Baoding Prefecture was located in the northwest and had no connection with the Emei Sect.

Moreover, Xingyun Manor's reputation in the martial arts world is not particularly renowned.

After a moment of thought, Yang Yan turned to look at Gu Shaoan.

Seeing that Gu Shaoan did not react, Yang Yan knew what was going on.

He then said disdainfully, "Ha! You're the one who resorts to violence at the slightest disagreement, and now that you see you're weaker, you claim it's a misunderstanding? If I kill you and then say it's a misunderstanding, would that work too?"

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Qin Xiaoyi paused in speech.

But in today's matter, they are indeed in the wrong.

Now that she's met her match, Qin Xiaoyi has no choice but to back down.

He then said urgently, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted rashly. I hope you will forgive me, young lady."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan curled her lips into a cold smile: "You don't know you're wrong, you're just scared."

After a pause, Yang Yan said, "Judging from your arrogant and domineering behavior just now, if it were an ordinary person or a martial artist whose strength is not as good as yours, they would probably have done a lot of bullying the weak in their daily lives."

As she spoke, Yang Yan flashed and instantly appeared in front of Qin Xiaoyi, flicking the scabbard of her longsword in her left hand onto Qin Xiaoyi's injured shoulder.

The moment the scabbard struck Qin Xiaoyi's shoulder, a powerful force erupted from it, shattering the bones in Qin Xiaoyi's shoulder.

The remaining force caused Qin Xiaoyi's body to slam into the wall like a sandbag with a loud "bang".

"Today I'll cripple your arm but spare your life as a small punishment to teach you a lesson."

In response to Yang Yan's words, Qin Xiaoyi, enduring the excruciating pain in his arm, replied, "I thank you for your mercy, young lady."

Yang Yan was too lazy to waste words with Qin Xiaoyi, so she turned around and sat down next to Gu Shaoan again.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaoyi could only silently walk up to the guards and, despite her injuries, release their pressure points.

After regaining their mobility, all the guards quickly took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Yang Yan and her group in the corner.

(End of this chapter)