In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 289 The Sense of Accomplishment After Little Bit of Development

Looking at the proud and arrogant Wuhen Gongzi wearing a bamboo hat, Gu Shaoan chuckled and did not respond to Wuhen Gongzi's question. Instead, he slowly spoke.

"How I discovered your ulterior motives is not important. What is important is that the renowned Wuchen Gongzi is actually a villain who secretly poisons others and uses mental magic to control and manipulate them. If this news gets out, he will probably become a rat that everyone in the martial arts world will hate."

In response to Gu Shaoan's words, Young Master Wuhen remained seated in his bamboo chair, calmly replying, "Now that you know my identity, do you think you still have a chance to leave safely today?"

Hearing Wuhen Gongzi's words, Gu Shaoan chuckled inwardly, but he had no intention of wasting any more words with Wuhen Gongzi. As his internal energy accelerated its circulation, he raised his right hand and directly grasped the hilt of the Yitian Sword.

"Senior brother, can my senior sister and I try it first?"

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Gu Shaoan turned his head to look at her. Seeing their excited expressions, Gu Shaoan thought for a moment and then released his right hand from his sword.

"Do not force."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo exchanged a glance and then channeled their inner energy into the sword sheaths they held in their left hands.

As the two women circulated their true energy to the fullest, the Wuhen Gongzi opposite them also sensed the fluctuations of true energy within their bodies.

"Such a young person who has reached the Qi Condensation stage?"

Previously, he had set his sights on Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan solely out of lust. Even though he sensed from the movements of Gu Shaoan, Yang Yan, and Zhou Zhiruo that the three possessed martial arts skills, Wuhen Gongzi estimated that they were at most at the level of the Later Return to the Innate Realm.

Who would have thought that Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, at such a young age, already possessed the internal skill of condensing qi into yuan.

Thinking about it, Wuhen Gongzi couldn't help but look at Gu Shaoan, who was standing still to the side, his eyes filled with a bit more vigilance.

At the same time, under the stimulation of true energy, the swords in the two women's scabbards were instantly ejected, each splashing a streak of snowy light before the hilts fell into the hands of the two women.

The moment the swords were in their hands, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo moved like the wind, one on the left and one on the right, towards the Wuhen Gongzi on the bamboo chair.

"Oh! You overestimate your own abilities."

Seeing Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo making their move, Wuhen Gongzi let out a cold laugh. Then, his figure rose up like a kite and rushed to the two women in an instant.

The folding fan in his right hand closed, with the tip pointing towards Yang Yan's acupoint on the right, while his left hand, like a green dragon's claw, directly grabbed at Zhou Zhiruo's slender neck.

As the peerless young master approached like a ghost, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan showed no fear. "Clang! Clang!" Two clear sword sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Faced with the hand of the Unmarked Young Master reaching for her throat like a venomous snake, Zhou Zhiruo lightly touched the ground with her feet, and her slender body floated back half a step like a willow in the wind. Her movements were so light and graceful that they seemed to be completely unaffected by any force.

At the same time, the steel longsword in her hand instantly transformed into countless ethereal, ever-changing, and elusive sword shadows.

The sword light was like countless tiny catkins or snowflakes swept up by an invisible current in spring, light as nothing, fleeting and uncertain, yet omnipresent.

When the sword light touched the claw force, it was both soft and hard, like countless fine threads wrapping and pulling, weakening its sharpness and direction layer by layer.

The swift and unparalleled grab of the Traceless Young Master seemed to be caught in a huge, viscous, and ever-changing storm of willow catkins. His speed and power were blocked layer by layer by this continuous and ever-renewing soft force, and most of his strength was dissipated!

At the same time, facing the fan tip that was aimed at her vital point as fast as a shooting star, Yang Yan's eyes shone brightly, and instead of retreating, she advanced.

The longsword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, intense light that seemed capable of cleaving the night sky.

The sword's momentum was like molten gold falling, striking the tip of the paper fan with perfect precision.

This caused the paper fan that Wuhen Gongzi was pointing at to freeze in place.

Seemingly surprised by the two women's swift reactions and moves, Wuhen Gongzi couldn't help but feel a sense of astonishment as Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo attacked from the left and right simultaneously.

A soft "Eh" came from beneath the white veil of a straw hat.

Before Young Master Wuhen could think further, after Yang Yan's sword strike, Zhou Zhiruo's figure had already gracefully moved forward, her body following the sword, her feet treading on the breeze, like an elf whose feet never touched the dust, shuttling through the forest, or like a light willow catkin drifting freely in the mountain mist.

As she steadily extended her arm, the longsword emitted a faint yet clear whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

In an instant, centered on the sword in her hand, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Instead of scattered sword light drifting around, countless fine, pale golden energies, as solid as tangible energy, suddenly appeared and condensed.

These energies, like living threads, intertwined, tangled, and surrounded her within a few feet.

The sword light and shadows, like hundreds or thousands of pale golden willow catkins, swept towards the Traceless Young Master.

"Ok?"

Seeing the willow catkins flying towards him, the expression on the face of the veiled young master suddenly changed.

Then, he raised his right folding fan and his left hand, with two fingers together, formed a sword shape. The fingers and fan moved in unison, creating a flurry of afterimages.

In an instant, the sound of metal weapons clashing echoed continuously within a three-foot radius in front of Wuhen Gongzi and Zhou Zhiruo, like a continuous, dancing mountain range.

"Chi~"

Just as the sword light and sword shadows in front of him were all blocked by the Unmarked Young Master, a wisp of agile and disordered sword light quietly swept towards his chest like a green willow in the spring breeze.

Sensing something was wrong, Young Master Wuhen was startled. His inner energy instantly erupted, transforming into a protective shield that blocked Zhou Zhiruo's true killing move.

However, just as Wuhen Gongzi used his own protective aura to send Zhou Zhiruo flying backward a foot, Wuhen Gongzi seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

But then Yang Yan appeared in mid-air like lightning, instantly above him, and stomped down on his head.

This step was no longer as light and ethereal as when the lotus blossomed before.

Instead, it was as if the setting sun had suddenly fallen from the sky, giving people a sense of awe and power that seemed to want to crush the entire space.

A torrent of true essence surged forth from the sole of her right foot like a river overflowing its banks, blooming in front of Yang Yan's feet into a golden lotus, entirely forged from true essence and exceptionally refined with flowing edges.

It plummeted like a falling meteor.

As the golden lotus descended, the protective aura surrounding Young Master Wuhen, which had been holding for a moment, was suddenly torn apart by the fierce energy within the lotus, which continued its trajectory towards Young Master Wuhen's head.

As the golden lotus grew larger in his eyes, Wuhen Gongzi trembled, suddenly opened his folding fan, and his wrist turned, causing the fan to spin rapidly, bringing with it a lingering, gentle force.

Within this continuous, gentle force, Yang Yan felt her energy and true essence being drawn away by her step, and then her left hand struck Yang Yan's toes.

Yang Yan knew perfectly well that the Unmarked Young Master had also mastered a martial art that could redirect and deflect force.

Knowing that Wuhen Gongzi was a top-notch master, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan used their strongest moves at the moment.

Moreover, the timing of their attacks was flawless. Just as Wuhen Gongzi was losing his momentum after receiving Zhou Zhiruo's attack, Yang Yan's move, which combined the "Meteor Eighteen Lotus Steps" and the "Emei Sword Manual," followed immediately. Even with Wuhen Gongzi's martial arts of redirecting and dissipating energy, it was difficult for him to completely dissipate all the energy from Yang Yan's attack in such a hasty manner.

After dissipating half of the force, energy, and true essence from Yang Yan's kick, the remaining energy and true essence still surged into Wuhen Gongzi's body with the final blow, forcing him to take three steps back to stabilize his body, his blood and qi churning continuously within him.

Although he successfully blocked Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan's deadly attack, Wuhen Gongzi was still drenched in cold sweat.

"No, such strength and martial arts skills are not something ordinary people can possess. Which sect do you two belong to?"

When he spoke, Wuhen Gongzi's tone was serious and revealed obvious surprise. Where was his previous laziness and nonchalance?
But when faced with the question posed by the Unmarked Young Master, neither Zhou Zhiruo nor Yang Yan responded. Instead, they all circulated their true energy and moved towards the Unmarked Young Master, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

As the attack drew near, the willow catkins continued to drift, and the setting sun shone brightly once more, as they coordinated their attacks on the Traceless Young Master in perfect unison.

In an instant, the glint of swords and the shadow of fans, the fierce and the gentle, collided and sparked in the quiet garden.

Surprisingly, they actually managed to create a brief but intense stalemate with this mysterious and unpredictable young master.

Taking in the battle between the three, Gu Shaoan nodded to himself.

Although Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's current internal energy cultivation level is only at the Qi Condensation stage, with the Bodhi Exquisite Pill refined by Gu Shaoan, the two women's current cultivation level is about twenty years.

In addition, under the requirements of Gu Shaoan and Abbess Miejue, the two women have been steadily and diligently cultivating the "Emei Nine Yang Manual" over the years, pursuing "perfection".

However, what determines a martial artist's strength is not just the level of their internal energy.

In terms of martial arts, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo have reached the level of "momentum" in their mastery of the "Emei Sword Manual," even surpassing Abbess Miejue, Juechen, and Abbess Juejue.

In terms of the quality of true essence, personal skill, and even martial arts attainments, they are far inferior to top-tier masters such as Pang Ban, Zhu Wushi, or Sun Baifa.

But compared to the top-tier players at the bottom, it's not like we can't give it a try.

Coincidentally, among all the top-tier masters, Wuhen Gongzi's strength is among the lowest.

The most famous trick is nothing more than "sprinkling money like rain of flowers".

If it were a one-on-one fight between the two women, they might still be far from being able to defeat the Unmarked Young Master.

If they can join forces, exchanging blows isn't a problem.

Looking at Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's excellent teamwork on the field, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

This feeling is different from the sense of accomplishment that comes from Gu Shaoan's own improvement in strength.

It's a sense of accomplishment that comes from gradually developing skills.

While keeping an eye on the battle, Gu Shaoan used his lightness skill to dodge and move to the side of the four maids.

With his right hand, Gu Shaoan quickly tapped the acupoints on the four maids, sealing their pressure points. Then, he placed his right hand on one of the maids' wrists.

A few breaths later, Gu Shaoan released his hand, then pressed his index and middle fingers together on the forehead of one of the maids.

After the Qi energy drilled into her brain, it was indeed found that the maid had sensed spiritual energy in several locations, including the Shen Ting, Tou Wei acupoint, and Si Zhu Kong acupoint.

It can be confirmed that the maid was indeed under a spell.

Moreover, based on Gu Shaoan's current observation, the meridians of several acupoints, including the Shen Ting acupoint, of this maid have been damaged under the influence of these spiritual energies.

In a few years, even if the spiritual energy in the maid's brain dissipates, her mind will still be affected due to damage to the acupoints and meridians in her brain.

After confirming the situation of the four maids, Gu Shaoan withdrew his hand and turned his attention back to the scene.

At this very moment, under the combined attack of Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, the Wuchen Gongzi, who was known for never having his feet touch the ground, had already lost count of how many times his shoes had touched the mud.

But as time went on, after several dozen moves, as Wuhen Gongzi became familiar with Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan's moves and attack rhythm, the two women gradually began to show signs of fatigue.

Even though Wuhen Gongzi gradually gained the upper hand in the battle, he felt no pride whatsoever.

On the contrary, the feeling of unease in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

He knew that besides Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, there was also Gu Shaoan watching from the sidelines.

Moreover, from the conversation between Yang Yan and Gu Shaoan just now, Wuhen Gongzi could also judge that Gu Shaoan's strength was above that of the two young girls in front of him.

Thinking of this, Wuhen Gongzi's gaze lingered briefly on Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo's pretty faces before a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Then, the folding fan in Wuhen Gongzi's hand suddenly closed, and with a shake of his arms, a chilling and incredibly clear sound of tearing silk rang out as his inner energy surged.

The next second, a "golden drizzle" that was dreamlike yet exuded a chilling killing intent suddenly burst forth from his sleeves with his sweeping movements.

"Om-"

A dreamlike golden mist silently rippled around the Unseen Prince.

Under the moonlight, this delicate and dense gold color resembles the misty rain of spring, tinged with gold by the sunlight, possessing a strange beauty.

However, if someone observes closely, they will surely discover that among the gold dust, there are some fine gold threads mixed in.

As the inner energy of the Traceless Young Master surged, the golden dust that filled the sky, like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, drifted towards Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan with an indescribable natural arc and agile, supple posture.

There was no fierce, all-encompassing spray, only the utter silence beneath the golden mist.

There was no sharp, piercing wind, only the almost silent "rustling" sound of gold dust drifting and gold threads piercing the air, like night rain tapping on the eaves of leaves outside the window.

Gold dust, like spring rain, dazzles the eyes and slows the body.

The golden threads resemble silkworms spinning silk, gently taking lives.

Under the moonlight, which was as white as sand, this golden rain even had a touch of brilliance and beauty, yet it was like fireworks, rushing to Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan in an instant.

But at this moment, when Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan saw the overwhelming golden rain, they felt a chill run down their spines.

However, just as this splendid spring rain was moving with the wind, Gu Shaoan, who had been standing to one side as if frozen in the moonlit scenery, had appeared in front of Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan without anyone noticing.

(End of this chapter)