In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 421 Do you have the qualifications?
“Master of the vegetarian restaurant.”

"This disciple greets the Abbot."

A few breaths later, as Yan Jing'an and several elders of Cihang Jingzhai landed in front of the mountain gate, the crowd gathered in front of the mountain gate bowed to Yan Jing'an and the others.

Yan Jing'an nodded slightly, acknowledging the gesture.

She didn't speak immediately, but first raised her eyes, her gaze like a pool of autumn water, slowly sweeping over the ten-zhang-long ravine in front of the mountain gate—the crack was fresh, the edges sharp, and the stone dust was still there, clearly indicating that it had been cleaved by someone not long ago.

Then, her gaze fell on the elder who had collapsed and was vomiting blood, along with several disciples, and on Liu Baishan, who was still screaming on the ground with blood streaming from his legs.

Yan Jing'an showed no anger or dissatisfaction, only a suffocating calmness.

Finally, she raised her gaze, looking beyond the end of the foggy path, and fixed it on Gu Shaoan in the distance.

His appearance was handsome and refined, with slightly sharp brow bones and indifferent eyes, as if he didn't care about the hundred or so people in front of him.

He wore a long, golden-white robe, the fabric of which still shimmered faintly in the damp mountain wind, as if it had captured the sunlight in his sleeves, and the hem remained spotless.

What's even more remarkable is the restrained golden radiance surrounding him, which rises and falls gently with his breath, like sunlight being suppressed by clouds, revealing only a thin line, yet enough to make people dare not look directly at him for too long.

Looking at the figure in the distance, even Yan Jing'an couldn't help but think of the phrase "drifting like someone detached from the world."

Although Yan Jing'an had gained considerable understanding of Gu Shao'an over the past two years, and even personally arranged for Qin Mengyao to scheme against him, today was the first time she had actually seen Gu Shao'an in person.

Upon seeing Gu Shaoan, Yan Jing'an suddenly understood why his detached disciple's eyes had lit up for a moment when he mentioned giving Qin Mengyao a second chance.

To be fair, even though Yan Jing'an had seen many prodigies in his life, in terms of appearance and demeanor alone, he could hardly find anyone in his memory who could compare to the figure in his sight.

Then, amidst the waiting crowd, Yan Jing'an slowly spoke, "I wonder what offense my Cihang Jingzhai has committed to provoke Young Master Gu to injure my Dita Peak, destroy my Cihang Jingzhai mountain gate, and harm my disciples?"

Yan Jing'an's voice was very gentle and pleasant to listen to, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts.

In response to Yan Jing'an's question, Gu Shaoan said calmly, "Given Cihang Jingzhai's intelligence capabilities, they should have already received news of Qin Mengyao's disappearance."

Upon hearing the voice, Yan Jing'an's eyes flashed.

He immediately spoke up: "So, what are Young Master Gu's plans?"

Gu Shaoan sneered: "I thought Master Yan would continue to pretend to be ignorant."

Yan Jing'an asked calmly, "Is this necessary?"

Gu Shaoan was able to visit today, and upon arrival, he directly destroyed the gate of Cihang Jingzhai.

Such a fierce attack must mean they already know the details.

If Yan Jing'an continues to feign ignorance and play dumb, she will not only be insulting Gu Shao'an, but also herself.

Then, Gu Shaoan lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated forward three zhang.

"I have long heard that Cihang Jingzhai's 'Cihang Sword Manual' is a treasure trove of swordsmanship and martial arts. As I also practice swordsmanship, I dare to ask to learn from Cihang Jingzhai's martial arts today."

After pondering for a few moments, Yan Jing'an gently shook his head.

"Young Master Gu's talent is outstanding. Even top-tier masters like Pang Ban, Lang Fanyun, and Li Xunhuan are no match for him. Who in my Cihang Jingzhai can defeat Young Master Gu? They can only admit defeat."

In response to Yan Jing'an's words, Gu Shaoan did not speak, but slowly raised his right hand.

Then, in everyone's sight, Gu Shaoan bent his middle finger and then flicked it lightly.

"Whoosh~"

The next instant, an incomparably refined finger force burst forth from Gu Shaoan's fingertip.

With a flick of his finger, he traversed a distance of five zhang in an instant, like an arrow released from a bow.

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of Yan Jing'an and several elders, this condensed finger energy suddenly dispersed, transforming into nine smaller finger energies, which went toward the dantian of the disciples or elders of Cihang Jingzhai respectively.

When a martial artist who has condensed their Qi into Qi makes a move, even a casual strike is far more powerful than that of an ordinary martial artist who has condensed their Qi into Qi.

Moreover, the finger strikes that Gu Shaoan unleashed were clearly aimed at the dantian of these Cihang Jingzhai disciples.

Once these finger strikes are applied, these disciples or elders of Cihang Jingzhai will not die, but their martial arts skills will definitely be crippled.

Upon realizing this, Yan Jing'an and the elder who had condensed their Qi into Gang suddenly changed their expressions, and the Gang Qi that had been accumulating within their bodies was instantly mobilized.

However, before the two could make a move, Yan Jing'an and the elder named Ningyuan Chenggang immediately felt their auras being locked onto.

The feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake startled the two of them, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin and their bodies to suddenly freeze.

Because of this momentary hesitation, Gu Shaoan's finger strikes from the "Finger Flicking Divine Skill" landed on the elders and disciples of Cihang Jingzhai.

The next moment, several screams echoed in succession.

All the Cihang Jingzhai disciples and elders who were struck by these finger strikes fell to the ground, their bodies curled up like shrimp, uttering cries of pain.

Yan Jing'an's expression changed repeatedly as she witnessed this scene.

Immediately afterward, in Yan Jing'an's sight, Gu Shaoan bent his fingers once again.

This time, noticing Gu Shaoan's actions, all the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai retreated.

"and many more."

Just as Gu Shaoan was about to make another move, the old woman who had condensed her inner energy and formed a powerful aura standing behind Yan Jing'an suddenly stepped forward.

However, Gu Shaoan seemed not to hear what the old woman said, and flicked his fingers lightly again from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, several screams rang out.

Several disciples and elders of Cihang Jingzhai also collapsed to the ground, their faces pale and their dantian destroyed.

After crippling a few more people, Gu Shaoan finally turned his gaze to the old woman who had spoken, a woman whose inner energy had reached the Qi Condensation stage.

At this moment, however, the other party was clearly enraged by Gu Shaoan's arrogant attitude, and his face was ashen.

Seeing Gu Shaoan's gaze fall on her, the old woman, whose inner energy had been refined, said in a cold voice, "In recent years, I have heard of the great name of Young Master Gu of the Emei Sect many times. It just so happens that Young Master Gu has come to Cihang Jingzhai to ask for a sword consultation today. Today, this old woman also wants to learn from Young Master Gu's high skills."

As she spoke, the old woman stepped forward.

"Elder Lü."

Faced with the old woman's actions, Yan Jing'an couldn't help but speak up.

Lu Qingluo simply shook her head at this.

"If someone comes to my Cihang Jingzhai to ask for a swordsmanship, and I, Cihang Jingzhai, don't even dare to answer, what face will I, Cihang Jingzhai, have to walk in the martial world if word gets out?"

It's unclear whether Gu Shaoan was persuaded by Lü Qingluo's words or because his previous attitude had been too forceful.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Jing'an withdrew her hand from Lü Qingluo's.

Seeing this, Lü Qingluo flashed to the mountain gate and slowly drew her long sword.

However, as Lü Qingluo drew her longsword, Gu Shaoan remained unmoved, showing no intention of drawing his sword. Taking in Gu Shaoan's reaction, Lü Qingluo said in a deep voice, "Young Master Gu, are you not going to draw your sword?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan chuckled lightly, his gaze indifferent as he said, "Do you have the qualifications?"

Upon hearing these words, Lü Qingluo laughed in anger.

"Alright, I'd like to see for myself whether Young Master Gu's strength is truly that high."

As she spoke, Lü Qingluo circulated her internal energy and lightly raised her long sword.

The moment Lü Qingluo's internal energy began to circulate, the air in front of the mountain gate seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand.

She lightly raised her longsword, its tip pointing diagonally towards the end of the misty path. The faint cold light on the sword undulated with the flow of vital energy, rising and falling like the tides.

It must be said that Cihang Jingzhai's martial arts have their own unique features.

Gu Shaoan was certain that Lü Qingluo's martial arts had not yet reached the level of "transforming the domain with intention".

This can be seen simply from the fact that Lü Qingluo is not yet able to fill her surroundings with energy to form her own domain.

However, Lü Qingluo was able to integrate her own aura into the Emperor's Peak, subtly influencing the power of heaven and earth.

The only way to achieve this is through the "Sword Heart Clarity" technique in the Cihang Jingzhai's "Cihang Sword Manual".

"Unorthodox and unorthodox methods".

However, after carefully sensing that less than 30% of the power of heaven and earth had been activated within Emperor's Peak, Gu Shaoan shook his head again.

The next instant, Gu Shaoan touched the ground with his toes again, as if his whole body was lifted up by an invisible sword intent, suddenly rising several feet off the ground.

The mist swirled around his feet, creating an arc-shaped gap. His robes billowed backward, the gold and white hues drawing a clean line through the gray-white clouds.

The instant his body was suspended in mid-air, the wind and clouds around the entire Emperor's Peak and within the valley seemed to be summoned and surged into Gu Shaoan's body.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Shaoan brought his index and middle fingers together like a sword, pressed the fingertips down slightly, and pointed at Lü Qingluo in front of the mountain gate from a distance.

A low, resonant sword cry echoed through the void.

The sound wasn't sharp, but it was so heavy that it made one's heart tighten, like the sudden pressure of the heavens and earth before the sun sets.

The Emei Sword Manual, Sword Four: Falling Sun.

The next second, a ten-foot-long Vajra solidified in front of Gu Shaoan.

The sword light was not the intense outward release of ordinary sword energy; instead, it was extremely condensed, with edges so clear they were almost "tangible." It was as if the light of heaven and the sharpness of the sword were compressed inch by inch to the limit and forged into a sword energy.

The moment it appeared, almost everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines.

In a daze, everyone felt that the sky above them was collapsing and the rocks beneath their feet were sinking.

Amidst the collapse of heaven and earth, the sword light in the sky seemed to fall like the sun.

Its momentum was both fearful and fierce.

Faced with this sword aura that seemed to fall like the sun, all the Cihang people on the steps swallowed hard and subconsciously gripped their weapons.

Even so, the chilling feeling in their hearts still spread uncontrollably throughout their bodies.

Even from an outsider's perspective, the fierce sword energy falling from the sky was enough to give everyone such a great sense of pressure, not to mention Lü Qingluo, who was Gu Shaoan's target at the moment.

Facing the condensed sword energy falling menacingly towards her from the sky, Lü Qingluo's heart pounded as if struck by a heavy hammer. A chill ran from her tailbone all the way up to the back of her neck, and even her scalp tingled slightly.

Immediately, Lü Qingluo let out a loud shout, her internal energy surged to its limit, pouring into the sword like a river bursting its banks. With a flick of her wrist, the sword's momentum shifted from light to heavy, and then from heavy to ethereal.

It was Cihang Jingzhai's "The Other Shore Sword Manual".

As she thrust her sword forward, the air in front of the blade was torn open, creating a subtle distortion. Then, a sword shadow materialized before her—a shadow that seemed both real and illusory, layer upon layer, like looking at lights on the other shore through mist, clearly right before her eyes, yet as if separated by a thousand mountains and seas.

The sword shadow soared into the sky, directly colliding with the "falling sun" sword aura.

The two collided in the next instant.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Instead, there was a very deep, muffled tremor, like a heavy object hitting the earth from the depths, making one's chest tighten and eardrums throb.

Immediately afterwards, the ten-foot-long sword aura suddenly dispersed, as if a great sun in mid-air had shattered into a sky full of flowing fire, instantly transforming into hundreds of three-inch-long sword energies, densely packed towards Lü Qingluo.

What's even more terrifying is that each short sword strike still carries the ominous, sinking force of the "falling sun".

Lu Qingluo's pupils contracted sharply. Instinctively, she immediately raised her long sword, the sword flashing like a wheel as she adjusted her position by tapping her feet repeatedly.

"Clang, clang, clang"

Although the sword energy was not a real weapon, as Lü Qingluo swung her longsword and the sword energy in the air that came with the force of a falling sun arrived one after another, it was as if hundreds of weapons were constantly clashing.

The dissipated energy, like scattered rocks piercing the sky, swept towards the other Cihang Jingzhai disciples around them.

Seeing this, Yan Jing'an waved his sleeves and mobilized his internal energy to condense a protective barrier.

"Pfft~"

However, just as Yan Jing'an successfully blocked all the dissipating energy with his protective qi barrier, a strange sound suddenly entered Yan Jing'an's ears.

Sensing something was wrong, Yan Jing'an abruptly turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

Almost at the same moment Yan Jing'an's gaze fell on Lü Qingluo, he saw a golden sword aura slash across Lü Qingluo's left arm, and blood quickly oozed from the wound.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of sharp blades slicing through flesh rang out continuously, and the number of bloody wounds on Lü Qingluo's body increased.

Even now, as Lü Qingluo wielded her longsword, creating a flurry of sword shadows, sword energy could still sneak through the gaps in her sword net and land on her body.

The blood-red threads grew denser and denser, and the seeping blood quickly soaked through the fabric, turning from light red to dark red. In an instant, her plain white linen dress was stained with mottled stains.

The next moment, the crimson color spread completely.

At this moment, Lü Qingluo looked as if she were draped in a blood-stained garment. The hem, cuffs, shoulders, and back were all covered in crimson, which dripped down the fabric and onto the stone steps, creating tiny dark red flowers.

The sword energy in the air was still there, constantly pressing down and gradually stripping her of her escape route and breath.

At the mountain gate, a crowd watched with bated breath.

The mist swirls and billows.

The sounds of clashing weapons continued.

The color of blood spread across the pure white.

The imagery was as cold as a knife and as heavy as a mountain.

　I made a mistake when dividing the chapters, and the entire second chapter is gone. I have to rewrite it now. I'm so angry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)