One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

The leader was a young man dressed in a Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe was the standard for young Taoist novices at the Celestial Master's Mansion. It was dusty and faded from washing, with a patch on the cuff.

During the daytime, he would be just an ordinary novice Taoist priest sweeping and cleaning in the Celestial Master's Mansion, meek and obedient, bowing to everyone he meets, and not daring to speak loudly.

But now, standing in this dense forest, in front of this group of people, the boy's demeanor was completely different from that during the day.

He tilted his head slightly, the moonlight shining on his face, outlining a young yet somber profile.

Those eyes no longer held the timidity and humility of the day; instead, they held a depth and sharpness far beyond their years.

His lips were slightly pursed, and he was like a knife hidden in its sheath, ready to draw blood once drawn.

Gong Qing.

Xiao Yuzi, a young Taoist disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

Acting leader of Quanxing Sect.

A dual identity, two faces, were switched on this night of the waning moon.

Standing beside him was a tall man.

The man was dressed in a black outfit, with an ordinary face, the kind of ordinary that you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

But the aura he naturally exuded when he stood there made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

His hands were behind his back, and his gaze calmly swept over the crowd, exuding an air of authority without anger.

Ding Shian.

One of the two heroes in the world of extraordinary beings.

He stood next to Gong Qing, doing nothing, just standing there conveying an attitude—this acting sect leader, Ding Shian, is safe.

To put it bluntly, he's just here to support his junior brother.

In front of the two, a large group of people stood.

These people represent the cadre system of the Quanxing sect.

In the front row are the "Six Thieves".

The names of the six people are derived from the Buddhist concept of the "six senses"—sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and mind.

Huang Dan, nicknamed "Eye of Joy"; Dou Zhong, nicknamed "Nose of Love"; Shou Shuai, nicknamed "Body of Worry"... The six of them each have their own skills and their own wicked ways. Just standing there, their aura exudes an uncomfortable feeling.

Beside the six thieves stood a solitary figure.

Corpse Demon, Tu Junfang.

He was the only one among the "Three Corpses".

He can manipulate the "three corpses" within a person—greed, anger, and ignorance—to draw out the inner demons of his opponents.

If the victim is unable to eliminate the three corpses, their cultivation will be completely destroyed, and they will become a walking corpse.

He was originally the sole successor of the Three Demonic Sects of Anlu, and after joining the Quanxing Sect, he became even more infamous.

He stood there, and no one within three meters of him was willing to come near.

Behind them were four more people.

Four madmen.

Corresponding to the four prohibitions of "wine, lust, wealth, and anger," they are the most active main combat force of the Quanxing sect.

Dou Mei, nicknamed "Intestinal Poison," which represents "alcohol," is an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, but her abilities can erode people's will and cause opponents to lose their fighting spirit without realizing it.

Xia He, nicknamed "Bone Scraper," represents "color."

She stood there, her figure alluring, every smile and frown possessing a captivating charm.

Even under the waning moon, her presence was like a flame, drawing the attention of all the men present.

Shen Chong, nicknamed "the root of trouble," represents "wealth."

A bespectacled, refined man who looks like a university professor has the ability to exploit people's greed, turning his opponents into his "ATMs"—the more greedy they are, the faster they die.

Gao Ning, nicknamed "Thunder Smoke Cannon," represents "qi" (vital energy).

A bald, monk-like man, short and stout, with a kind and benevolent smile, could incite rage and drive his opponents to lose their minds and kill each other.

Beside the four madmen, not far away, stood an old man and a young man.

The old man was Yuan Tao, a weapon refiner from the Quanxing Sect. He had a sinister look on his face and was toying with a finished weapon in his hand.

The one less was Han Dan'er, whose name reflected his simple-mindedness. He stood behind Yuan Tao, looking around, seemingly searching for something.

Next to it is a young man.

Lü Liang.

From the Lü family.

He stood in the crowd, neither too far forward nor too far back, his hands in his pockets, with a nonchalant expression, as if the impending battle had nothing to do with him.

But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are constantly glancing at Gong Qing's back, with a complex emotion hidden in them.

Behind these cadres stood dozens of ordinary members of the Quanxing sect.

All sorts of people, men and women, young and old.

Some looked excited, some were expressionless, some were rubbing their hands together, and some were eager to try.

Just as the old saying goes—

On a dark and windy night, people are killing people and setting fires.

Gong Qing did not speak immediately.

He stood at the front of the line, slightly raised his head, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and remained silent for a long while.

The moonlight shone on his face, half bright and half dark.

Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present.

Six thieves, three corpses, four madmen, Yuan Tao, Han Dan'er, Lü Liang... and the dozens of people behind them.

His gaze was calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

But it was this calm that made many people present feel uneasy.

Finally, Gong Qing spoke.

His voice was low, yet it carried clearly to everyone's ears in the silent, dense forest:

"This is the first time I've issued orders as the acting sect leader."

He paused, looked around, and frowned slightly.

"Where are the others?"

Silence fell over the crowd.

No one answered.

The Quanxing organization has always been like this.

Acting sect leader? Acting sect leader is nothing.

Even the official sect leader may not be able to command everyone, let alone an acting sect leader.

If Ding Shian hadn't been standing by and supporting them, even this group of people might not have all come.

Gong Qing wasn't angry; it seemed he had anticipated this reaction.

Ding Shian then took half a step forward and spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight:

"There were quite a few people who came."

He glanced at the crowd and said in a flat tone, "Many veterans have also come, but there are too many people gathered here, which is too conspicuous."

Besides, they're a bunch of old guys who like to hide; just ignore them.

His gaze shifted to Gong Qing, and he nodded slightly:

"But one thing is certain—the order for the acting sect leader has been issued."

Since they are part of the Quanxing sect, they probably won't be too easily fooled.

Let's begin issuing commands.

These words caused a slight stir among the people below.

Who is Ding Shian? One of the two heroes.

Since he's already spoken, it means you'd better listen to the orders given by this acting sect leader today.

Gong Qing glanced at Ding Shian and nodded slightly, as if to thank his senior brother for his help.

Then, he turned back to the crowd, his expression becoming serious.

"Now that everyone's almost here, let's get down to business."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear:

"Tonight's operation has only one objective—the back mountain of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain."

He began assigning tasks, pointing to each of the cadres present:

"The Three Corpses Tu Junfang, the Four Madmen Dou Mei, Xia He, Shen Chong, and Gao Ning, the Six Traitors Huang Dan, Dou Zhong, and Shou Shuai... Your task is to keep them in check."

"Whom are we restraining?"

Gong Qing's gaze sharpened:

"Ten Elders, those old guys."

Upon hearing this, the officials present all showed expressions of excitement.

Restraining the Ten Elders? This is a major undertaking! It's usually difficult enough to even see one of them, and tonight we're going to have to confront them head-on? Exciting! So exciting!

Gong Qing ignored their reactions and continued his deployment:

"As for the other disciples—"

His gaze swept over the dozens of ordinary members behind him:

"You are responsible for causing chaos throughout the entire back mountain from all directions."

"Participants, buildings, smash anything that can be smashed, burn anything that can be burned..."

He paused, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand:

"In short, create chaos. The more chaos, the better."

"And the Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, the Taoist Master of Heavenly Passage—"

Gong Qing paused here.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Ding Shian beside him.

Ding Shian didn't speak, but simply took a step forward.

Just one step.

The meaning of this step is self-evident.

Old Celestial Master, I'll take charge.