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

Everyone present gasped.

Ding Shian vs. Zhang Zhiwei? One of the two heroes vs. one of the best? Just thinking about this scene is enough to get your blood pumping.

Although everyone knows that Ding Shian is probably no match for the old master, the word "restraint" carries weight when it comes from Ding Shian's mouth.

Gong Qing withdrew his gaze, looked at the crowd present, and suddenly raised his voice a few decibels:

"Pass down my order—all Quanxing disciples who have come to Longhu Mountain this time, including the elders, listen up!"

His tone became impassioned, carrying a inflammatory force:

"We're already here! Remember, we're not here for sightseeing! Everyone needs to contribute!"

"Go ahead and cause trouble! Make as much trouble as you want!"

"Revenge for those with grudges, and seek justice for those who have been wronged!"

"Let the might of our Quanxing Sect resound once more throughout the entire world of supernatural beings!"

These words were like a fire, instantly igniting the emotions of everyone present.

The faces of the ordinary disciples were filled with a perverse excitement.

Some were rubbing their hands together, some were licking their lips, and some had already started stretching their muscles, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

Even the leading cadres all looked excited.

Huang Dan, one of the six thieves, chuckled and rubbed his hands together, looking impatient.

Gao Ning, one of the Four Arrogant Ones, clasped his hands together and smiled, but a violent flame was already flickering in his eyes.

Although Tu Junfang didn't show any expression, the aura around him had clearly become even colder.

The entire dense forest was like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and gurgling.

But amidst this fervent atmosphere, Gong Qing suddenly changed the subject.

The excitement on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there is an almost cold seriousness.

He looked around and waited until everyone's emotions had calmed down a bit before slowly speaking.

This time, his voice was low, yet carried an undeniable authority:

"As the acting sect leader, I must remind all the disciples—no, I must warn them."

He emphasized the word "warning".

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, their excitement freezing on their faces.

Gong Qing said, emphasizing each word:

"The area where we caused trouble at Longhu Mountain this time was only the back mountain."

"No one is allowed to cause any damage to the Celestial Master's Mansion on the front mountain."

"Also—don't set fire to the back mountain."

His gaze swept over everyone present, his tone icy:

"This is the second order I have issued as the acting sect leader."

Remember this, pass it on to everyone.

After he finished speaking, he stood there quietly, looking at everyone.

The dense forest was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The expression on his face changed from excitement to confusion, and then from confusion to doubt.

What?

We are the entire sect!

After the Quanxing gang caused a huge disturbance, you're telling us the area is limited to the back mountain? We can't go to the front mountain? And we can't even set the mountain on fire?

Aren't there too many rules?

Dou Zhong, one of the Six Thieves, frowned and looked at Huang Dan beside him with a puzzled expression, exchanging glances: What kind of person is this sect leader? Causing trouble and even setting boundaries?

Huang Dan also looked bewildered, shook her head, and indicated that she didn't understand either.

Shen Chong, the arrogant one, pushed up his glasses, looking thoughtful.

Gao Ning's smile froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Xia He raised an eyebrow, looking at Gong Qing with great interest, seemingly showing more interest in this young acting sect leader.

Dou Mei, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, since she didn't need to cause trouble anyway.

Tu Junfang remained expressionless, as if these rules had nothing to do with him.

Yuan Tao's face was gloomy as he toyed with the finished weapon, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

The simpleton, oblivious to everything, looked around and didn't understand a thing.

Upon hearing this, Lü Liang, who was in the crowd, smiled slightly.

Watching Gong Qing's retreating figure, he muttered to himself: This generation's sect leader is definitely up to something...

Forbidding them from going to the front mountain, forbidding them from setting fire to the mountain… what kind of orders should the acting leader of Quanxing give? This is clearly…

Lü Liang didn't continue thinking about it.

He knew that knowing too much about certain things wasn't a good thing.

But others don't know that.

Many of the people present had "I'm not convinced" written all over their faces.

A few hot-tempered individuals were already getting restless and eager to voice their doubts.

But just then, someone realized what was happening.

The second order was issued.

The acting sect leader only issued orders three times in total.

Every time, it was done with great seriousness.

Use it once, and you'll have one less time to use it.

Although the power of the acting sect leader is strictly limited and has no real binding force on the disciples, the words "give orders" carry special weight in the rules of Quanxing.

Especially the second order.

The first time might just be a trial run.

The second time, that was for real.

If anyone dares to disobey the acting sect leader's orders... the consequences will be far more serious than just "disobedience".

What's more, Ding Shian was standing right next to him.

So those who wanted to voice their doubts swallowed their words back.

Although they still looked puzzled, at least no one dared to contradict them to their faces.

Gong Qing clearly didn't want to waste any more words explaining to them.

Seeing that no one was speaking, he waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual calm:

"Tonight at midnight (0:00-1:00 the next day), do whatever you want, just as I said."

"Everyone, disperse. Get ready, let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd began to stir.

The cadres gathered in twos and threes, discussing something in hushed tones.

The ordinary disciples excitedly dispersed to prepare.

The entire dense forest, like a war machine about to be started, began to hum and hum.

……

The mountain wind swept through the dense forest, and the shadows of the trees swayed wildly like ghosts.

The dozens of Quanxing disciples who had just been full of murderous intent and claimed they wanted to make a name for themselves in the world of supernatural beings now dispersed like a tide to various places in the back mountain.

Gong Qing stood still, his back to the group of fanatical thugs.

The sinister and murderous look on his face vanished as quickly as paint was washed away by water the moment the crowd disappeared into the night.

Instead, there was an almost numb calm, and even the taut muscles at the corners of his eyes relaxed.

He turned around, patted the faded sleeves of his Taoist robe, looked up at the towering, black-clad man beside him, and a harmless, boyish smile appeared on his lips:

"Senior brother, how is Master's health lately?"

Ding Shian crossed his arms, his broad shoulders like a wall blocking the wind.

He glanced down at Gong Qing, his voice rough and deep:

"You know him well. He's used to living a carefree life. Who can keep him in check? The last time I saw him was half a year ago. I heard he recently went to Liupanshui in Guizhou and is hiding in some poor mountain village called 'Biyou Village.' I don't know what he's busy with all day with a bunch of peasants."

"Biyou Village..."

Gong Qing muttered it thoughtfully, then smiled with relief, "Actually, Master is also the kind of person who can't sit still."

However, as long as you're healthy, that's better than anything else, isn't it?

Ding Shian's thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot, his gaze sweeping strangely over Gong Qing's face:

"Junior brother, your condition tonight is really strange."

He paused, then pointed to the darkness that stretched across the mountains, his tone tinged with disdain:

"Although this is the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, the so-called leader of the righteous path, your senior brother has ventured into even the most dangerous dragon's den and tiger's lair before."

Why are you acting like you're making your final arrangements, all tragic and mournful, even reminiscing about your master? It's nothing serious! I saw the behavior of those people just now; a bunch of rabble.

My purpose in joining the Quanxing Sect was purely to hone my martial arts skills against various masters; I never intended to associate with them.