Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

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Heavy snow fell, obscuring Suishan Mountain in a hazy mist.

Gongzi Yu stood at the foot of the western cliff, looking up at the precipice.

This path was indeed high and dangerous. If an ordinary person were to climb up the mountain from here, they would probably have to use both their hands and feet. But in the eyes of a master like him, this place was no different from flat ground.

Gongzi Yu waved his hand.

Xu Qishi, who was behind him, understood and immediately led more than ten elite soldiers to quietly climb up the cliff.

A moment later, Xu Qishi landed gently and whispered, "Young Master, the three hidden sentries have been eliminated. When do we make our move?"

"No rush."

Gongzi Yu's lips curled up as he looked towards other mountain paths, "When those lackeys have drawn their attention..."

at the same time.

On the other mountain paths of Suishan, a dark mass of people surged up the mountain.

At the very front of the group, several former disciples of Suishan walked cautiously, leading the way.

"Hurry up! Everyone hurry up!"

"Once we reach the top of the mountain, everyone will receive a reward!"

"If you want to live, charge forward!"

The cannon fodder were driven by the overseers of the Netherworld Cult, sneaking up through various small paths.

On a bluestone path outside the main gate, a group of people turned a corner, and suddenly, snow fell from a tree overhead.

A sentry peeked out and froze when he saw the densely packed crowd.

"Enemy attack!"

As the alarm sounded, a red signal arrow rose into the sky and exploded amidst the heavy snowfall.

Immediately, the sentry was hit by a stone thrown from below, and fell down with a muffled groan.

Qin Zhongyu gripped his sword tightly and strode to the front of Suishan Palace.

Chaos had completely broken out outside, and the alarm bells were ringing loudly.

"What happened?"

"Someone is attacking the mountain; the signal arrow was fired from halfway up the main mountain path."

Shen Heting, carrying his sword, led his junior brothers and sisters from the side courtyard.

Just then, whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Not only at the main gate, but also along almost every mountain road in the east, west, south, and north, signal arrows were raised.

The group was startled.

"Notify all inner disciples to guard the main hall and prevent anyone from entering!" Qin Zhongyu spoke rapidly. "Junior brother, take some men to the east mountain path and block it off—"

"Sect Leader Qin, I have heard that there is an enemy attack?" Lu Zhongzheng arrived with the people from Chijin Mountain.

Han Baitao walked out of the hall without saying a word, but his stance made his attitude clear.

Hu Bugui and Du Hongxiu also arrived with a group of martial arts practitioners.

"Sect Leader Qin, such a serious incident has occurred on the mountain, how can we stand idly by!"

Qin Zhongyu looked around at everyone, took a deep breath, and said, "I will remember your noble deeds. If I can get through today, I will repay you all in the future!"

"We request that Senior Han guard the Southern Route, and Master Lu proceed to the Southwestern Route—"

Qin Zhongyu began to make arrangements one by one.

At the foot of the mountain.

Luo Gushuang caught a glimpse of the red signal arrow's light and narrowed her eyes.

"The Netherworld Cult has made its move."

Hai Yuxu stood a few steps away and sneered, "So this is Young Master Yu. He attacks without warning. He really doesn't take us seriously."

Luo Gushuang didn't turn around, and said calmly, "If Sect Leader Hai goes up the mountain now, he might be able to get a share of the spoils."

"Doesn't Palace Master Luo go up the mountain?"

"I prefer to arrive last." Luo Gushuang turned slightly to the side. "Sect Leader Hai, please proceed."

Hai Yuxu snorted coldly, and his sword guards gathered behind him.

Without saying another word, he waved his hand and led the group to speed off towards the mountain path.

Luo Gushuang watched his figure disappear into the snow, and said calmly, "Disciples, listen to my command: after you go up the mountain, observe first and then act. Without my order, you must not engage in combat with any side."

"yes!"

at the same time.

Deeper into the mountains, in a secluded ravine.

"Where is my halberd?"

Gu Shuxian scratched his head.

To prevent a passerby from picking it up, he hid the heavy iron halberd in a secluded, dense forest.

Gu Shuxian recalled carefully, and fortunately, not long after, he stopped beside a large rock, swept away the snow on it, and removed the withered branches that had been used to cover it.

He grasped the icy-cold halberd shaft and drew out a large, exaggeratedly designed halberd that was entirely black.

With a thought, Gu Shuxian transformed the halberd into a cufflink, which he then carried on his person.

I originally wanted to shrink it and hide it inside my ear, but after calming down, I realized it might be a bit dangerous, so I decided against it.

Suddenly, Gu Shuxian turned his head sharply.

A red dot appeared high in the distance, followed by several more red dots.

Without hesitation, he swiftly transformed into a snowy owl and soared into the sky.

After reaching the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, his five senses far surpassed those before.

Even with the wind and snow, everything was shrouded in mist.

But he could still vaguely see countless dark figures surging up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

"Is someone attacking the mountain?"

Based on the recent atmosphere, Gu Shuxian quickly made a judgment.

But instead of flying there immediately, he turned around and flew towards a mountain hollow.

In the mountain valley, hundreds of wooden mannequins stand silently, the snow already reaching above their knees.

Gu Shuxian walked up to them, took a deep breath, spread his spiritual sense, and channeled his true energy into each of the dummies.

Upon reaching the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, the internal energy produced caused a qualitative change in the wooden puppet.

The biggest improvement is in their intelligence. They used to need to be led and commanded by themselves, but now they have a little awareness.

Simply put, it can distinguish between friend and foe and act autonomously.

"Go ahead," Gu Shuxian said in a low voice.

Hundreds of mannequins came to life, and then they started walking, braving the swirling snow, and ran towards the sect.

Gu Shuxian didn't wait long before disappearing into the snow and rushing towards the servants' quarters.

The servants' quarters.

This is the place that was hit first, but it may also be the place that suffers the least damage.

These driven-out henchmen all had destinations in mind and wouldn't linger too long in this poor place.

That's the theory, but there will always be some who slip through the net.

A dozen or so bandits, of unknown origin, sneaked into the servants' quarters. After searching for a long time without finding anything of value, they became enraged and began hacking at anyone they saw, even setting the house on fire.

Screams and shouts of killing mingled together.

The servants were jolted awake from their dreams and rushed out, disheveled and shivering from the cold.

Several deacons arrived with swords in hand, shouting loudly as they organized a resistance.

However, the servants, despite their high level of martial arts skills, had few actual combat experience and few martial arts techniques. Faced with bandits who were licking blood off the blade, they were quickly overwhelmed.

Inside room number 9, Qian Le and the others also jumped up from their bunks.

"What happened? Where is Junior Brother Gu?" Qian Le looked around and found that Gu Shuxian's bunk was empty.

"Wasn't he just reading a book?"

The shouts of battle outside grew closer and closer.

"Never mind that! Let's go out and check it out!"

Someone picked up a carrying pole and rushed out.

Just then, several vicious-looking thugs burst through the courtyard gate, carrying various weapons and with menacing expressions.

"kill!"

Southwest mountain road.

Lu Zhongzheng and several Seven Star Craftsmen quickly deployed dozens of crossbows using the terrain. The people of Chijin Mountain were not good at fighting, but they were extremely skilled in mechanical arts, and the narrow mountain path was perfect for them to use.

There were quite a few figures surging from below, fearless and undaunted, but they didn't seem to be any elite troops. Their faces were filled with a strange excitement, as if they were possessed by some evil spirit.

"put!"

The first row of crossbows fired simultaneously, and the dozen or so men at the front screamed and fell to the ground.

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