Here.
Chen Yue stood in a corner of the pagoda summit, tightly shielding Xiao Lian behind her. Four streams of Ninefold Flowing Color crisscrossed and shimmered around her person, the momentum of the Great Natural Order rising layer by layer. Surging Spiritual Power erupted forth—no longer the fifty-four rotations of the Golden Core, but the full eighty-one.
Chen Yue was terrifying.
Four Realms Great Perfection, Ninefold Flowing Color.
Golden Core Great Perfection, eighty-one rotations.
Looking across the entire Four Regions Alliance, such strength was absolutely rare and few.
Yet.
Even so, Chen Yue was still suppressed in the corner, not daring to move. Because the momentum of her Four Realms Ninefold Flowing Color Great Natural Order had just been summoned before it was crushed and scattered; the same went for her eighty-one-rotation Golden Core Spiritual Power.
Even when she perfectly fused her Four Realms Ninefold Flowing Color together, forming a true Great Natural Order Flowing Color protection, she still couldn't withstand it.
The powerful momentum of the Great Natural Order, amidst the vast, turbid radiance, was like a candle in a cold wind, like a bubble under the sun, as if it could scatter and vanish at any moment.
Her expression was one of shock and terror, her eyes filled with fear. She dared not think, nor could she imagine, why the Spiritual Power of a person with only Purple Mansion cultivation could be so terrifying.
Yes.
Purple Mansion.
She could clearly sense this Spiritual Power contained the breath of the Purple Mansion. It hadn't even condensed a Golden Core—it was pure Purple Mansion Spiritual Power.
Generally speaking, such Spiritual Power held little power, because the Golden Core is the foundation and essence of a cultivator's practice.
Not even a Golden Core.
How could the Spiritual Power be so vast?
It was truly vast.
Vast and boundless.
What made Chen Yue even more unable to comprehend was that the more turbid a person's Spiritual Power, the less cohesive and explosive it became, soft as a sponge.
But this man...
His Spiritual Power was as turbid as it could be, turbid like a muddy swamp. Yet this turbid Spiritual Power was as violent as volcanic magma—truly like magma, the Spiritual Power boiling and churning.
What kind of Spiritual Power was this?
Chen Yue had never seen it, nor heard of it.
Even more terrifying...
Within the boiling, turbid Spiritual Power, there were actually countless lightning bolts and flashes—tiny flashes, as small as countless sparks, densely packed everywhere.
Chen Yue didn't know why a person's Spiritual Power would contain sparks and lightning.
She had never seen it, never heard of it.
What kind of sparks and lightning these were, she didn't know. She only felt they were terrifying, terrifying to the point that the crackling, crisp sounds not only twisted and blurred her Great Natural Order momentum but also made her soul tremble in fear.
Turbid Spiritual Power filled the pagoda summit hall.
Sparks and lightning flashed wildly across the sky.
The white-robed man stood with one hand behind his back, tightly gripping the golden stone, while the other hand blocked a profound Buddhist great hand seal.
He stood there, his sleeves fluttering sharply, his black hair dancing wildly.
On his handsome face, his expression hadn't changed much. Only the leisure was gone, replaced by an indifference. He looked at the Buddhist great hand seal, shook his head slightly with a hint of helplessness, and chuckled softly, "For one who claims to be of the Buddhist faith, your attachments run so deep..."
As his words fell, the hand Gu Qingfeng used to block the Buddhist great hand seal gently flipped over. Instantly, the Spiritual Power in the entire hall began to rotate, madly converging toward his palm.
"Get back!"
With a sudden tremor of his palm, the turbid Spiritual Power erupted violently. The Buddhist great hand seal was instantly shaken into nothingness, and the scriptures on the surrounding walls of the hall were also completely erased.
When Gu Qingfeng withdrew his Spiritual Power, the pagoda summit returned to normal. Bai He, Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, and the others were all sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, each unconscious, unknown whether dead or alive.
In the corner.
Chen Yue's delicate face was deathly pale, breathing heavily, staring at Gu Qingfeng with extreme tension. Behind her, Xiao Lian was already too frightened to speak, hiding behind Chen Yue, trembling all over.
Gu Qingfeng turned and swept a glance over Bai He and the others, then looked at Chen Yue.
The Chen Yue here was vastly different from before. Previously, her appearance had been plain, but now she possessed exquisite features, beautiful and dignified, though her complexion was somewhat unpleasant, and her beautiful eyes were filled with panic. To resist Gu Qingfeng's Spiritual Power just now, her Golden Core had nearly been depleted, and her True Body was somewhat exhausted.
Discovering Gu Qingfeng staring at her, she, already nervous, suddenly became even more afraid. Though she tried her best to conceal the fear in her heart, it was useless, especially under the gaze of Gu Qingfeng's deep, dark eyes. She felt as if her very soul was being seen through, with no secrets left in her entire being.
Chen Yue took a deep breath and asked in a tense voice, "You... what are you going to do?"
"Guess."
Gu Qingfeng took out a Monster Fruit and ate one, a mischievous, wicked smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of you!"
Chen Yue's True Body, at some unknown time, ignited with a kind of flame—not radiance, but real flame, fiery red and exceptionally bright. More peculiarly, the flame gathered behind her, as if forming a pair of fiery wings.
"Well now, little lady, didn't see that coming. A descendant of the fire chicken, inheriting the firebird Bloodline."
Gu Qingfeng swept his gaze over Chen Yue without restraint, chuckling playfully, "Though the Bloodline isn't too pure, and the lineage isn't too high, it's still passable."
"You!"
Chen Yue was shocked, afraid, horrified, and at the same time, filled with immense anger. The Phoenix Bloodline she had always been so proud of, how noble it was! How could it become a 'fire chicken' in his mouth?
If anyone else had insulted her Bloodline like this, she would have attacked long ago. But facing this mysterious and utterly bizarre Gu Qingfeng, Chen Yue felt dread from the bottom of her heart.
"The direct descendants of the Phoenix are probably hiding in some corner enjoying their twilight years. The collateral branches, however, have spread far and wide—if not a thousand varieties, then at least eight hundred. Little lady, show me your Bloodline, let this lord have a good look, see what breed you are."
"You! Despicable!"
Chen Yue was furious with shame, gnashing her teeth in anger.
What did he mean by 'have a good look'?
What did he mean by 'see what breed'?
Damn it!
What did he take her for?
A circus monkey?
Bastard!
Damnable bastard!
How Chen Yue hated him in her heart!
She wanted to summon her Bloodline and teach this arrogant fellow a harsh lesson, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Xiao Lian behind.
"Alright, alright, just joking. Don't mind it."
Looking at Chen Yue, who was furious but dared not speak out, Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily, waving his hand, "Go back. This really isn't a place you should be. That little Golden Core of yours, that little Natural Order, that little Bloodline—they might pass outside, but stay here a bit longer and you might not even be able to stand steady. Go back. Don't end up becoming a real fire chicken; that would be a real mess."
"Ah!—You damned bastard surnamed Gu! Go die!"
Chen Yue could bear it no longer. Her Bloodline power erupted instantly, her entire body transforming into a fiery bird, blazing flames suddenly erupting.
But at this moment, Gu Qingfeng had already leaped into the Lotus Cushion, vanishing without a trace, leaving behind only his playful, echoing laughter.