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The index finger of the right leg pressed against the top of Fish Princess's head, as Gu squinted his eyes at the elders appearing in the Arena, not uttering a word or making any movement.
But everyone knew that if Gu Qing lightly circulated his spiritual power, that Demonic Cultivator disciple with Coco would instantly lose their name.
The observing elders thought they might encounter life-threatening danger, but they never expected to witness such a horrifying scene. The shadow that was struck out from Fish Princess's body sent a chill through everyone present, and even the air in the Arena began to thicken.
"Hope Shizhi is cautious; Discipline Peak will surely provide Shizhi with a perfect explanation," said Lan Zhisheng, the elder of Discipline Peak, as he sought to break the deadlock.
Yan Dong's disciple had just begun to show promise. If they failed to provide a satisfactory explanation, not only would it be difficult for Gu to account for the Ancestor of the Xiao Family behind him, but even Yan Dong would struggle to explain what he witnessed with the numerous disciples of Demonic Energy. Moreover, Gu's leg had already unearthed that Demonic Path disciple.
If they allowed that person to grow unchecked, Cheng Dao Sect would inevitably face a great calamity one day. It was better to discover this early. Considering the rumors about Heart Sword overcoming demons, it might not be entirely false. The elders suddenly realized that this new disciple had gained such immense fame in such a short time. It seemed that the Ancestor of the Xiao Family had already planned for this new disciple to participate in the Demonstration. If Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor, found out about this incident, they would all be in deep trouble. Gu needed to handle this carefully and ensure that disciple had no grievances.
Seeing their expressions, Gu gradually let out a sigh of relief, slightly relaxing his furrowed brow and withdrawing his index finger from Fish Princess's forehead.
Gu feared most that this disciple named Fish Princess was a Demonic Cultivator. He dreaded that someone among those elders might discover her identity as a Demonic Cultivator. The Outer Sect's initiation ceremony was strict; Gu had experienced it firsthand. If he were to disperse his power and start over, he feared he would also fail the tests of the Outer Sect initiation ceremony. If there were no Demon Gate infiltrators outside Cheng Dao Sect, Gu wouldn't believe anything anyone said.
He couldn't help but sigh softly at the thought. He believed that the Demonic Path had been completely eradicated thousands of years ago, yet he never expected remnants to still exist. Although he hadn't experienced the Battle of Good and Evil like those Yuezi did, looking at Dong Lai's Yin Tianheng and Mi Chong Laozu who survived it showed him that those who emerged from such wars were all unfathomable. Gu didn't want another wave of resurgence; the Nine Nether Invasion had already caused enough chaos in the World of Mortals. If the Demonic Path were to revive, it would leave no escape for those defenseless mortals.
He believed Sect would provide an understanding explanation. "Disciple has something to inquire about; may I ask if you elders could enlighten me?"
With that, he performed a binding spell and handed over the Demonic Cultivator Fish Princess to Lao Luo before bowing slightly and asking.
At that moment, Gao Qi observed Gu closely; he was among those elders who seemed most perplexed by Gu’s actions. Although he was an Elder himself, his position as Chief of Main Peak was not inferior to those elders and in some respects held more power than many peak leaders.
The disciple, having been saved by someone, came to the Sect and heard that there was a large-scale invasion by the Nine Nether Cultivators in the north. He wondered what the Sect planned to do about it.
Upon hearing this, he had already prepared various responses for the Zhi Tuo and was left speechless by Lao Luo's question. Yi Dongzi couldn't utter a single word; not only was he at a loss, but even the elder who was supposed to be prepared found himself at a loss for words, unable to say anything for quite some time.
"The Yimen are preparing. Junior brother, I don't deny that we should prioritize our cultivation levels. If Mingyue Sect truly needs us to confront the enemy, I hope junior brother has enough strength to handle it."
"Thank you, Shizhi, for exposing such a great threat to the Sect. The Old Man is immensely grateful. After some time, when I return, I will definitely send someone to inform Shizhi of my arrival. Forgive me for not being able to accompany you all to continue watching the Sect Martial Arts Tournament. Farewell."
Lao Luo took Bei Qin and left with a spell that bound the Fish Princess. The appearance of Demonic Cultivators posed a significant threat to any Sect. If not handled properly, it wouldn't just be an issue for the elder; the entire Discipline Peak could be turned upside down. It was crucial to deal with this matter quickly rather than focus on watching those children play.
The demonstration continued, and after it concluded, he asked junior brother from Main Peak to discuss matters at Tengyue Pavilion.
Gao Qi glanced at the elders beside him and announced that the demonstration would continue.
Bu Luo and Gu Qian swiftly resolved one challenge on stage. They sensed that Gao Qi's spiritual energy was running low; after all, there were hardly any brave souls willing to challenge him now. Even a blind person could feel the anger radiating from him.
Thus, everyone else hurried off to other arenas to continue sparring. Liu Dong and Gu Yi walked towards their own arena, as no one wanted to provoke someone with such righteous anger; they had no idea how deep his strength ran.
"Outer Sect Yang Buqi, please instruct me."
"Junior brother Gu Hong, please guide me."
Reviving Yi Dong's mood, Gu took out a jug of wine and placed it in front of himself, signaling the challenger to leave.
"No need," he said. "With just one move, you'll see everything, so there's no need to wager on the wine."
"Oh?" Gu Qing raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Please, senior brother."
"Please, junior brother."
Yang Buqi tightened his grip on his spirit sword behind his back, his eyes fixed on Gu as if he could perceive the flow of energy around him.
Gu did not make the first move; he knew that there was still some resentment in his heart. If he struck with Heart Sword now, it would surely injure someone and he wouldn't be able to control it as freely as before. He decided to wait for Yang Buqi to make the first move.
This technique was something he had developed over many years of sword practice, which he named "Unyielding."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he had already appeared in front of Gu. To the spectators, it seemed like a swift thrust of the sword, but in Gu's eyes, that strike felt unavoidable, an overwhelming sense of being unable to resist it.
Bu Luo was astonished by Yang Buqi's skill; Gu had actually closed his eyes slowly and leaned back as if he had suddenly fallen asleep.
Had he evaded it?
A chill ran through Yang Buqi's heart. He had never imagined that after years of honing his swordsmanship, someone could so easily evade his strike. It left him feeling disheartened.
He had indeed evaded it.
Floating Mountain Elder Dong looked astonished as Yang Buqi introduced him to the disciples of the Sect. He had mistakenly thought that the disciple who had spent ten years honing his sword was someone else. He had some understanding of this, but he never expected to encounter a budding Sword Cultivator who would easily enter Divine Sword Peak. The people from Divine Sword Peak were like madmen, always in the company of swords. They rarely participated in the Sect Martial Arts Tournament, and it seemed that Discipline Peak and Divine Sword Peak had grown closer. Tomorrow's Demonstration would likely not see any elders from Divine Sword Peak, as they were probably deep in their own cultivation.
He had heard about that sword; it was said that no one could evade it since Yang Buqi first stepped into the sect. To think that it could be so easily broken tomorrow was truly shocking.
In the Great Dream, who awakens first knows himself. If Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor Great Dream truly understands, it seems that Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor did not find a true True Disciple last time. There was one who had a chance to survive the Heavenly Tribulation and become a great Ancestor, which was quite fortunate indeed.
Gao Qi spoke loudly, clearly intending for them to hear. If there were really any Demonic Cultivators lurking outside the Sect, discovering their presence could lead to danger. By saying that, Gao Qi made those around him weigh their words carefully, hoping that Gu Bian could handle the wrath of a Transcendence cultivator; otherwise, it would be wise to abandon such thoughts early on.
He had lost. Yang Buqi sighed and turned to leave.
"Wait, send me that flask of wine. That sword is remarkable; it's the best I've seen so far. Although breaking it was somewhat opportunistic, don't take offense, Senior Brother."
Seeing Gu Yi kick the Wine Flask towards Yang Buqi's leg, he paused slightly before bowing again and leaving the Dueling Platform.
To be honest, Cheng Dao Sect had surprised him greatly. First, there was the noble-hearted Xiao Zhang, followed by the seemingly aimless Xiao Zhe. Then there was the Gentleman of the Bright Moon Cai Jiang, who practiced only one sword technique with dedication. Among them, the era led by Xiao Zhe, the Ancestor had passed; now, Xiao Zhang was arrogant and domineering in every heart, while Cai Jiang was a rising star. As for Yang Buqi, he was like pure gold in a desert—he would shine brightly sooner or later.
If it weren't for Daoist Master Wei Guangming Chen Taiyi, if there hadn't been a Nine Nether Invasion, if there hadn't been a The Battle of the Three Realms, he believed that both the Primordial Dao and the Cheng Dao Sect could have continued to dominate that world for countless years, even establishing an immortal monument throughout history.
He felt resentment for having rushed into yet another era of great conflict after the Battle of Good and Evil. Yet he also felt fortunate to have encountered those world-changing individuals during his most unfortunate times. He believed he wouldn’t end up like his master, Yin Tianheng, who became disheartened and sealed himself away in a deep abyss filled with dark winds. Instead, he found himself among pure-hearted youths who had not been corrupted by power.
The Primordial Dao Bu Fou Light Path Classic, with its innate pursuit of advantages in seeking the Great Dao, while the benefits of the Primordial Dao were also significant. The Light Path Classic was currently undergoing a great calamity within the sect lasting over a hundred thousand years; could it possibly undergo rebirth? If it could gain support from the Primordial Dao, he believed that during the upcoming events of The Battle of the Three Realms, he would at least have some opportunity—if not to save one more person than nothing at all—was better than doing nothing at all in pursuit of strength.
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