"Martial Uncle!"
"Great Martial Uncle!"
"Elder Kumu!"
Discovering that Elder Kumu had suddenly begun bleeding from all seven orifices, everyone present was greatly alarmed. The Eighteen Swordsmen and the Twenty-Four Young Heroes of Wuse Mountain were especially worried and furious. Profound Heart Dao Venerable pointed at Gu Qingfeng and angrily shouted, "What have you done to my Martial Uncle!"
Gu Qingfeng responded indifferently, "The Old Master's Nascent Soul has long been exhausted. I am helping him recast it."
Can a Nascent Soul be recast?
Perhaps.
But that is only a 'perhaps'.
No one knew how to recast one, for such a method was only recorded in some ancient texts. Even those great reincarnated experts did not know how to recast a Nascent Soul.
Could this man know?
Moreover, no one had ever heard that recasting a Nascent Soul would cause the old master to bleed from all seven orifices.
What made the Wuse Mountain crowd even more fearful was that not only was the old master bleeding from his orifices, but his already exhausted Nascent Soul was actually dissipating bit by bit, like smoke scattering in the wind.
This was no recasting of a Nascent Soul—it was simply causing the old master's Nascent Soul to disintegrate!
Everyone knew that although the old master's Nascent Soul had long been exhausted, there was still a trace of Nascent Soul power left. It was precisely this trace that was sustaining his life. If the Nascent Soul completely dispersed, the old master's physical body would inevitably wither and die within a short time.
At this moment.
As the rhythm of Gu Qingfeng's zither playing grew faster and faster, the old master kneeling on the ground not only trembled more violently, but his Nascent Soul also accelerated its dissipation.
Seeing this scene, Profound Heart Dao Venerable of Wuse Mountain shouted, "Stop! Stop at once!"
"Stop!"
Liu Qingyan also stepped forward and coldly shouted, "My Great Martial Uncle does not need you to save him!"
"I don't care if you are Young Lord Chiyan! I don't care if you are the monarch's heir! None of this concerns us! You'd better stop right now!" Qing Xi stared coldly at Gu Qingfeng, her voice filled with anger. "Otherwise, my Wuse Mountain will not be polite to you!"
In the pavilion.
Gu Qingfeng stood straight as a ramrod, his white robes purer than snow. With one hand strumming the zither and the other raising a cup to drink, he lifted his head. His indifferent gaze swept over the faces of the Wuse Mountain crowd one by one, but it was merely a sweep—he said not a single word.
"Stop!"
Whoosh!
Profound Heart Dao Venerable could endure it no longer. Brilliant light flashed around him as vast Nascent Soul power erupted in rolling waves. Swinging his arms, he condensed and manifested a powerful sphere of light that shot straight over.
As everyone knew, Profound Heart Dao Venerable was a Nascent Soul Daozun who had perfected the Eighty-One Transformations. A single move from him was no small matter. Yet, what shocked everyone was that when the powerful sphere of light struck the white-robed man, it instantly and inexplicably dispersed and vanished, like a bubble popping upon touching something, disappearing without a trace.
And that white-robed man seemed completely unaffected. His expression remained as indifferent as ever. He didn't even lift his head or glance over, simply continuing to strum the zither with one hand and drink with the other.
Profound Heart Dao Venerable, refusing to believe it was some trick, unleashed another immortal art. Yet, the result remained the same.
Subsequently, Liu Qingyan and the other Wuse Mountain Eighteen Swordsmen all took action.
Being the Eighteen Swordsmen, they were naturally renowned experts, their strength not inferior to Profound Heart Dao Venerable. However, even when they joined forces to besiege him, each unleashing their most powerful immortal arts, they still could not shake Young Lord Chiyan in the slightest.
Yes!
Not in the slightest!
Not even a hair on his head, not even the hem of his robe was disturbed!
This scene left everyone present deeply shaken. They had all heard that Young Lord Chiyan possessed an indestructible Bedrock Physique, but what exactly the Bedrock Physique was, no one was clear. How formidable it truly was, no one knew specifically. Now, witnessing with their own eyes the joint assault of Wuse Mountain's Eighteen Swordsmen fail to move Gu Qingfeng even a fraction, everyone found it utterly terrifying.
One must know that each of the Wuse Mountain Eighteen Swordsmen was a Nascent Soul expert of considerable cultivation. With eighteen of them joining forces, forget Transformation experts, even Spirit Transformation experts would likely flee at the sight. How could they now fail to move this Young Lord Chiyan even a fraction?
Just as everyone was reeling in shock, the Twenty-Four Young Heroes of Wuse Mountain also sprang into action.
The Twenty-Four Young Heroes might not match the Eighteen Swordsmen in cultivation, but each possessed great Fortune. Among them were even those with extraordinary colored spirits. Yet, unbelievably, even so, they still could not shake Young Lord Chiyan in the slightest.
Swoosh!
A white figure flashed—it was none other than Qing Xi.
At this moment, her body shimmered with a pure, milky-white radiance. Powerful Nascent Soul power surged out as if from an inexhaustible source. Her spiritual aura was both pure and vast, and moreover, it was a Transformation aura.
Clearly.
Qing Xi's Nascent Soul had already achieved Transformation.
She instantly appeared beside Gu Qingfeng and thrust out a palm, striking his chest.
Do not underestimate this palm strike, for it contained myriad variations, like a palm encompassing heaven and earth. It nearly rivaled a divine ability, exceedingly formidable. At the very least, no one present dared claim they could easily withstand Qing Xi's move, be they veteran Nascent Soul monsters or geniuses with great Fortune.
Yet.
When this move struck Gu Qingfeng's chest, it still failed to move him in the slightest.
Without hesitation!
Qing Xi's body flashed with colored light once more. One flash—nine layers. A second flash—eighteen layers. A third flash—twenty-seven layers...
After nine flashes, there were a full eighty-one layers.
This was the extraordinary colored spirit of the Great Natural Order's Eighty-One Transformations Perfection!
Throughout the entire Great Northwest, those who possessed such a Great Natural Order colored spirit Fortune were absolutely as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
The powerful imposing might of the Great Natural Order, accompanied by the Natural Order forces of surging winds, gathering clouds, flashing lightning, and rolling thunder, enveloped Gu Qingfeng.
What was astonishing was that it still seemed unable to move Gu Qingfeng in the slightest.
No matter how pure or powerful Qing Xi's Nascent Soul was, no matter how profound her Great Natural Order Fortune, it was useless.
He simply stood there, with his indifferent expression and calm eyes. Not a hair stirred, not a hem fluttered.
One hand strumming the zither, the other raising a cup to drink.
After finishing the cup of wine, he slowly raised his hand and gently grasped Qing Xi's wrist. Without seeming to exert any force, he casually flung her aside. Qing Xi immediately let out a sharp cry as she was sent flying horizontally.
Qing Xi landed on the ground, her expression filled with extreme alarm. Suppressing the shock in her heart, she was about to summon her other Fortunes when Gu Qingfeng's voice came.
"Better forget it. Those two Fortunes of yours are not stable. Once summoned, you cannot control them. Moreover, even if you summon them, the result will be the same—you still won't be able to move me."
"You!"
Qing Xi was greatly shocked. She did indeed have two other Fortunes, and these two Fortunes were indeed unstable. Once summoned, she indeed could not control them. But she couldn't understand: aside from her master and a few Great Martial Uncles of Wuse Mountain, no one else knew about her Fortunes. How did he know?
Gu Qingfeng paid her no mind. Instead, he glanced at Wuse Mountain's Profound Heart, Liu Qingyan, the other Eighteen Swordsmen, and the Twenty-Four Young Heroes. With one hand strumming the zither and the other lifting the wine pot to pour a drink, he said offhandedly, "You're all the same. Save your energy. The strength of my physical body far exceeds your imagination. Attacking me will only deplete your own spiritual power; it won't have any effect on me."