The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

The person speaking quickly lowered their voice.

however.

What they thought was a quiet whisper was clearly audible to Gu Mingzhe, who had already reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation.

Not a single word was missed!

Gu Mingzhe's face darkened, veins bulged on his forehead, his knuckles clenched, and a barely suppressed anger and humiliation flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, if it weren't for this guy..."

He gritted his teeth and whispered, his jaw almost grinding.

Despite his young age, as one of the Gu family's prodigies, he was the first among the miscellaneous disciples to reach the Qi Refining Perfection stage, surpassing millions of other miscellaneous disciples!

They should have been in the limelight, admired by all!

He should have stood at the very center, receiving everyone's awe and worship!

But all of this!

All of it was taken away by this freak who appeared out of nowhere!

His fame, his prominence, and all his glory were completely overshadowed!

Gu Mingzhe was filled with jealousy and hatred, and a fire burned in his chest.

But unfortunately, he was helpless.

Putting aside the mystery of the other party's identity, just imagine actually encountering this freak...

Gu Mingzhe's heart sank.

Whoever dies is not necessarily who!

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he had to admit that this person's talent far surpassed his own!

"Damn it, where did this freak who can reach the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment come from?!"

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"If only this person didn't exist!"

There was nothing he could do but feel helpless.

Gu Mingzhe became increasingly agitated, and even his breathing became heavier.

Thinking about it, while listening to the intermittent discussions still reaching his ears, Gu Mingzhe looked at the wooden house not far in front of him.

"I can't beat that freak, but this one..."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Mingzhe's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, curving into a malicious arc with a twisted sense of pleasure.

How dare these lowly scoundrels in the wooden house kill members of the Gu family?

Do you think that having a little bit of talent for cultivation means you can do whatever you want?

Gu Mingzhe sneered, took a step forward, and stood not far from the door of the wooden house, his voice filled with sarcasm and contempt.

"Coward, aren't you coming out yet?"

How long are you going to hide?

"Too……"

He scoffed, his expression growing increasingly arrogant.

"An ant like you could be crushed by me in no time. How dare you come out and fight to the death with me, the number one servant disciple?"

"Ah……"

Gu Mingzhe stood there, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering slightly, exuding undisguised contempt and arrogance.

We can't deal with that freak who's only at the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment stage, but that doesn't mean we can't deal with the mole ants in this wooden house!

The frustration in my heart seemed to have found an outlet.

If anyone's to blame, it's this ant's bad luck—it just so happened to provoke him when he was in the worst mood!

A cruel glint flashed in Gu Mingzhe's eyes.

He had decided to unleash his fury on the ants in the cabin, crushing, torturing, and killing them bit by bit until they completely collapsed, so that he could release his pent-up emotions.

The thought of that scene filled him with pleasure.

"That feeling of being high above others, controlling their lives and deaths, is truly captivating!"

Just as he was feeling proud.

Upon hearing his words, the retired disciples began to whisper among themselves, their pitying gazes falling upon the wooden house not far away.

Not far away, in another wooden house.

Wang Lin, with an ordinary face and neither ugly nor handsome features, was currently sitting cross-legged in the wooden house cultivating.

The surrounding spiritual energy, like silk threads, entered his body.

The chatter of the other disciples outside could also be heard intermittently through the thin wooden wall.

Wang Lin woke up and glanced sideways.

Peering through the crack in the window at the wooden house surrounded by onlookers not far away, a faint look of pity flashed in his eyes, and he murmured softly...

"This guy is really pitiful. He's been blocked by Gu Mingzhe and can't even leave the house. It's really tragic..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, an ancient voice slowly resounded, carrying a hint of indifference as if it had seen through the ways of the world.

"I told you long ago, this kid's spirit is unpredictable and his fate is sealed. Now it seems that his prediction has come true." The old man's remnant soul shook his head slightly.

"He doesn't dare to go out, which shows he has some self-awareness. If he really went out, he would be courting death..."

At this point, Elder Hun paused slightly.

After thinking about it, he decided not to mention such an insignificant person again.

"Alright, Lin boy," Elder Soul said calmly, "Stop paying attention to this kid!"

"What you should be thinking about most right now is how to surpass that little guy who has just reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"

"With my abilities, as long as you put in the effort, you might be able to catch up with or even surpass him..."

Upon hearing this, the pity in Wang Lin's eyes quickly vanished, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

He clenched his fist and said firmly, "Elder Hun, I will definitely work hard to surpass that guy!"

"It's just the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, I can definitely do it too, and even be stronger!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, activated his internal energy, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered once more.

Inside the wooden house, everything gradually returned to calm.

However, just then, just as he was about to completely immerse himself in cultivation.

suddenly.

Squeak!

The very faint sound of a wooden door opening came clearly from the nearby wooden house.

Wang Lin's eyes snapped open, his breath catching in his throat. His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the direction from which the sound came, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

"This?"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Elder Hun was also slightly startled, and a slight ripple appeared in his originally calm aura.

Not just him.

At this moment, the voices of the servant disciples who had been discussing outside suddenly fell silent.

The surroundings became completely silent.

A series of surprised and suspicious gazes turned to look at them.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house, which they had surrounded for a long time without making a sound, opened!

Gu Mingzhe's cold, mocking smile froze.

How is that possible?!

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A young man dressed in a white Taoist robe slowly walked out from behind the wooden door.

His skin was as white as jade, gleaming faintly in the morning light. His face was handsome and otherworldly, with features as clearly defined as if they were finely sculpted.

Three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. Under the pull of an invisible energy, the hairs floated gently, as if brushed by a breeze, or as if they possessed their own spirit.

Between his brows and eyes, there was a touch of nobility and aloofness, as if he lived above the clouds, rather than being tainted by the mundane world.

Standing here, one can't help but feel out of place in this menial place, as if he shouldn't belong here.

The boy walked out slowly, his gaze sweeping over them calmly.

His eyes were calm and still, without anger, fear, or even the slightest ripple, as if everything before him was nothing more than insignificant dust.

At this moment, both the previously gossiping servants and Gu Mingzhe were speechless, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Hearing the wooden door open and footsteps, Wang Lin's eyes were filled with astonishment.

The old soul within the sea of ​​consciousness was also surprised.

For a moment, all around was silent.

The fishy smell was so strong that it was difficult to eat.

Gu Mingzhe was both puzzled and incredulous, wondering how this ant dared to come out in front of him, a guy who had reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation and was the best at menial tasks.

Could it be that he's not afraid of death?

After the initial shock, both he and the others were filled with doubt.

"Am I seeing things..." a servant disciple murmured softly, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

The people around him also frowned, their eyes repeatedly scrutinizing Su Chen, and the more they looked, the more they felt something was wrong.

"Why does he seem... different?"

"Yes, I feel the same way..."

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The person is still the same, but both their temperament and appearance seem to have changed.

What happened?!

Even just his presence gave them an indescribable feeling.

"Hmph, playing tricks..."

A cold glint flashed in Gu Mingzhe's eyes, and he thought it was all just an illusion.

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Chapter 170 Su Chen Agrees to a Deathmatch

"You're that ant?"

Gu Mingzhe slightly raised his chin, his gaze looking down at Su Chen, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and coldness.

"You dare offend the Gu family and kill members of the Gu family just because you have even the slightest bit of talent for cultivation?!"

He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve slightly, and his aura subtly emanated outwards, making the surrounding air seem heavier.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come out. You've got some nerve!"

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and the servant disciple token appeared in his palm.

He took out his servant disciple token and challenged the servant disciple opposite him to a duel to the death.

Gu Mingzhe remained calm, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.