Wen Jingshan stood there, his face alternating between green and pale, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He stared at Gu Qingfeng, just stared, his eyes filled with thick fury and killing intent.
Gu Qingfeng remained silent.
He hadn't spoken a word since uttering the two words 'no' at the beginning. He just sat there, drinking by himself.
Wen Jingshan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in secret. When he opened them again, the fury and killing intent within had vanished without a trace. With a snap, he opened his folding fan, looked at Gu Qingfeng, smiled, then turned and left.
"Hey, Young Master Wen, your Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine..." Ouyang Feiyue called out. Wen Jingshan did not turn around, nor did he stop. He responded, "Something given to a dead man, I, Wen Jingshan, never take back."
"Heh..." Ouyang Feiyue hadn't expected him to say that and couldn't help but laugh. Then she honestly placed the bottle of Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine on the table. She knew this wine was left for a dead man. It definitely was.
Seeing Gu Qingfeng remain silent, Ouyang Feiyue stood up, took the jar of Thousand-Year Ice-Fire Aged Brew, poured a cup, and handed it over. She asked with a smile, "Young Master, why aren't you saying anything?"
"You've already said everything that needed to be said."
Gu Qingfeng picked up the fine wine and took a sip, looking at her as he said, "What else is there for me to say?"
"Young Master, you really know how to jest. I just saw that Wen Jingshan didn't know his place and came to disturb you, so I deliberately put him down a bit."
"Is that so..." Gu Qingfeng replied indifferently, then fell silent again.
Just then, for some reason, a commotion broke out in the hall.
Ouyang Feiyue looked over and saw four or five people covered in blood run in. These were all deacons of the Yunxia Sect, who had been receiving guests at the entrance. Why were they covered in blood for no reason? Who dared to make a move at the Yunxia Sect's entrance at this time? Did they not want to live?
A miserable scream sounded, followed by a person flying sideways into the hall, landing on the ground, already a bloody mess, half-dead.
This was True Person Guang Kun, a Nine Halls Elder of the Yunxia Sect, with Golden Core cultivation.
How...
Who was so bold!
Just as everyone was shocked and suspicious, a cold, arrogant roar of anger came from outside.
"A bunch of trash trying to stop me?
You don't know the meaning of death!"
Whoosh!
A figure flashed in. It was a cold, arrogant man in green robes. He arrived through the air, his body shimmering with dazzling radiance, holding an eerie green longsword in his hand, its blade glimmering with frost.
Everyone present recognized this man. He was Mo Long, a direct disciple of the Yunxia Sect's Nine Halls.
He had established a Colored Foundation, erected a Colored True Body, and opened a Colored Purple Mansion. Not only did he possess a Tri-Color Great Natural Order Guardian, but his swordsmanship attainment was also exceptionally superb. Especially the Frost Sword in his hand—it was the best of the best, its power extremely terrifying. Relying on this sword, Mo Long had once slain two Golden Core True Persons. His strength was terrifying to such a degree.
"Mo Long!
What are you doing!"
Jin De, who had been trying to console Wen Jingshan after his loss of face with Gu Qingfeng, was shocked. He hadn't expected that just after leaving for a moment, this Mo Long would come charging in killing.
"Arrogant scoundrel!
This is the Yunxia Sect! How dare you act recklessly here!
Get down from there!"
Jin De roared in anger, unleashing a Lion's Roar Technique.
Jin De was, after all, Jin De. Having cultivated for seven or eight hundred years, even if his Golden Core was a pill-forged pseudo-core, his foundation was still profound and immense. With this Lion's Roar Technique unleashed, a surging sonic force erupted, vast and mighty, like the roar of a furious lion, deafening to the ears.
"Jin De!
You old dog!"
Colored radiance flashed around Mo Long's body as his Tri-Color Great Natural Order Guardian materialized. Facing Jin De's Lion's Roar, he showed not a hint of fear. Standing in the air, his face filled with wild arrogance, he said disdainfully, "Not to mention your Golden Core is a pill-forged fake, even if you had cultivated a true Golden Core, what could you do to me!"
Mo Long was extremely arrogant.
Everyone knew he even dared to strike his own master, Shui De. How could he possibly put Jin De in his eyes?
"Mo Long!
Get down from there!"
Although Jin De's Lion's Roar Technique hadn't been able to subdue Mo Long, he was not afraid.
"Jin De, what kind of thing are you, you old dog!
How dare you shout at me?"
Mo Long's colored figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was instantly in front of Jin De. Holding his Frost Sword, he seemed intent on slaying Jin De on the spot.
In that instant!
A person appeared out of thin air, blocking Mo Long's Frost Sword with nothing but a white jade folding fan.
Dressed in blue robes, holding a white jade fan—it was Wen Jingshan.
The reason Jin De was unafraid was precisely because he knew his disciple Wen Jingshan would intervene.
"Wen!
Jing!
Shan!
You!
Are!
Seeking!
Death!"
Mo Long's eyes blazed with fury as he madly circulated the spiritual power within his body. The Tri-Color Great Natural Order power around him burned wildly like flames.
When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.
Wen Jingshan and Mo Long were not enemies, yet they were more hostile than enemies. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Before Wen Jingshan joined the Yunxia Sect, Mo Long had always been the number one figure in the sect. However, ever since Wen Jingshan arrived, he had consistently overshadowed him. Later, Wen Jingshan even erected a Golden Colored True Body, leaving Mo Long completely in the dust, unable to catch up.
"Mo Long, I've told you you're no match for me. You weren't before, you aren't now, and you never will be."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Wen Jingshan smiled faintly, a Tri-Color Great Natural Order Guardian materialized around him. The difference was that within his three colors, there was an additional layer of gold. His white jade fan suddenly snapped open, golden radiance flashing. With a bang, Mo Long was forced back uncontrollably.
"Although you possess three colors, they are merely ordinary three colors. The Great Natural Order contains the spirits of the Ninefold Colors. You only possess the most ordinary, most basic level of colored spirit. How could you possibly contend with my Golden Color!"
Wen Jingshan placed one hand behind his back, fanning himself with the white jade fan in the other, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't take Mo Long seriously at all.
"Do you really think I can't do anything about your Golden Colored True Body?"
Mo Long was arrogant by nature and ruthless in action. At this moment, his face was covered with cold severity, and his eyes flashed with excitement, as if he wasn't afraid of Wen Jingshan's Golden Colored True Body. But just as he was about to activate his spiritual power, a calm voice came from behind him.
"Mo Long, step back."
It was a very calm voice, without any tone of reprimand, nor did it contain any intimidating pressure. Yet, upon hearing these words, Mo Long immediately withdrew his Tri-Color Great Natural Order Guardian. Staring at Wen Jingshan, he sneered, "Wen Jingshan, just you wait. I'll definitely show you how I'll slaughter your Golden Colored True Body later!"
"Oh?"
Wen Jingshan let out a light sound of surprise. He knew Mo Long had always had a master guiding him from behind, and he knew exactly who that master was. He looked up and over. At this moment, from the entrance of the Yunxia Sect, a group of seven people was walking towards them.
At the lead was a handsome, transcendent man dressed in yellow silk robes. His handsome face was like flawless jade, his expression calm, his eyes holding a kind of depth, and a smile that no one could decipher hung at the corner of his mouth. He had one hand in front, the other behind his back, walking slowly, giving off a feeling like a spring breeze—very gentle.
On his left and right followed two elders. One had a smile that didn't reach his eyes; everyone recognized him as Shui De.
The other wore gray robes and was slightly hunched. No one knew who he was.
Most astonishing were the four people following behind him. They might have been four people, but they resembled four mountains. Each was about two and a half meters tall, dressed in black robes, with single sabers hanging at their waists. Each looked fierce and menacing. As they walked, their feet stomped on the ground, causing the plaza to tremble. They were exceptionally imposing and majestic.