The dark azure Fortune shimmering around Qing Xi underwent endless transformations, each shift altering its imposing might. It resembled extreme ice, then blazing sun, thunder, gale winds, stars, and the full moon—utterly bizarre. As it changed, the majestic aura of her Transcendent Great Perfection Nature Color Spirit shifted accordingly, the vast ocean-like power of her treasure body transformed, and even her flying sword altered with each variation.
Yet.
It still seemed incapable of budging Gu Qingfeng.
Not even the slightest bit.
He remained standing in the pavilion, one hand stroking the guqin, a single finger of his right hand blocking the tip of her sword. He remarked with surprise, "Not bad, girl. I wouldn't dare call this Fortune unique in heaven and earth, but it's absolutely one-of-a-kind through the ages. Truly bizarre and marvelous."
Perhaps driven by overwhelming curiosity, Gu Qingfeng couldn't help but release his divine sense to carefully probe it.
"Miss Qing Xi, let me assist you!"
Whoosh!
A figure flashed into existence—it was Ding Rui of the Hunyuan Sect.
He was a Direct Disciple of the Hunyuan Sect, and an outstanding one at that, with a Nascent Soul at the Eighty-One Manifestation Great Perfection and over sixty layers of Transcendent Color Spirit aura—quite formidable. However, that was all. When he attacked, even employing his full strength, he failed to move Gu Qingfeng in the slightest.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three or four more figures flashed over, all Direct Disciples of the Hunyuan Sect. Their Cultivation Level and Fortune might not match Ding Rui's, but they were still elites. Unfortunately, the result was the same—they could not budge Gu Qingfeng at all!
"I'll join too!"
Roar!
Four or five tiger roars suddenly erupted, accompanied by the flash of four or five figures—several disciples of the Tiger Might Wang Clan led by Wang Han.
"This man killed our Yaoyue Palace's Ancestor Fenglie! Don't hold back with him!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!—Another four or five figures flashed, led by several Yaoyue Palace Direct Disciples including Leng Yefei.
In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty Direct Disciples from Yaoyue Palace, Hunyuan Sect, and the Tiger Might Wang Clan had all taken action. Astonishingly, even this failed to move the Chixiao Young Lord in the slightest!
This couldn't help but inspire terror.
One must understand that these were all Direct Disciples of major sects, each with extraordinary Cultivation Level and Fortune. Every one of them possessed formidable strength. Under normal circumstances, even veteran Nascent Soul monsters wouldn't dare provoke them. If such a group joined forces with full power, forget Metamorphosis Dao Venerables, even those at the Spirit-Transformation, Divine-Transformation, or Dao-Heart Condensation stages would likely be unable to withstand them. Yet now, they couldn't budge this Chixiao Young Lord who only had Golden Core Cultivation Level.
Yes.
Golden Core Cultivation Level.
Even more terrifying was that he wasn't using any Golden Core spiritual power at all.
None emanated from his entire body.
In other words, he was using his pure physical body to withstand the combined assault of twenty geniuses possessing great Fortune.
Could he truly possess the indestructible Bedrock Physique as rumored?
Unknown!
No one knew for sure.
At that moment, a dragon's roar exploded, accompanied by the furious cry of an elephant.
The crowd focused their gaze—it was Chi Yu, one of the Nine Dragons of the Changhong Branch!
Like Qing Xi, he was a Metamorphosis realm Nascent Soul Dao Venerable. His Great Nature Color Spirit was also Transcendent, though not at Great Perfection, it still had over seventy layers. Coupled with a ferocious Dragon-Elephant Spirit, his strength was imagine.
Yet!
Useless.
Neither his over-seventy-layer Great Nature Color Spirit nor his Metamorphosis realm Nascent Soul power worked. Even adding that majestic, ferocious, and domineering Dragon-Elephant was of no avail.
Roar!
Another Dragon-Elephant aura erupted.
The one attacking was Fei Ying, one of the Nine Dragons and Eighteen Elephants.
He also possessed a Dragon-Elephant Spirit, but it was still ineffective.
In the distance, Wuhen of the Changhong Branch, Wei Chaoqun of the Immortal Estate, and Li Qianhua of the Black Wind Cave exchanged glances. They each saw shock in the others' eyes, and also resolve. The three nodded, then attacked simultaneously with perfect tacit understanding.
Hua!
The three released their Great Nature Color Spirits at the same time, and all three possessed the Transcendent Ninety-Nine Eighty-One Layer Great Perfection Color Spirit aura. For a moment, it was as if winds rose and clouds swirled, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, the Five Elements transforming.
Another instant!
Brilliant light simultaneously flashed around the three—the rolling Nascent Soul power of the Metamorphosis realm, and their Nascent Soul power all contained imposing auras.
What did this mean?
It meant all three had achieved extraordinary Fortune Nascent Souls.
Was that all?
No!
After releasing their Fortune Nascent Souls, a sacred and luminous halo appeared around Wei Chaoqun. Everyone knew this halo was an Immortal's Blessing, something only Immortal Dynasty-bestowed Immortal Officials were qualified to possess. Even more frightening, Wei Chaoqun didn't release just one Immortal light halo, but two.
As was widely known, the Immortal light halos bestowed by the Immortal Dynasty were not only symbols of status and position; most importantly, they could protect the physical body and possessed powerful light force. With one Immortal's Protection, ordinary people not only found it difficult to shake him, they might even be injured by the backlash by it.
If one was like this.
Possessing two Immortal light halos was even more terrifying.
What was astonishing was that even after Wei Chaoqun released two Immortal light halos, he still failed to move the Chixiao Young Lord in the slightest.
This couldn't help but make people wonder: Just how formidable was this man's physical body?
Roar! Roar!
Two Dragon-Elephant cries exploded.
Two Dragon-Elephant Spirits, one left and one right, manifested from around Wuhen's body, coiling upward around his form!
Wei Chaoqun possessed two Immortal Protections, and Wuhen possessed two Dragon-Elephant Spirits. Moreover, the aura of these two Dragon-Elephant Spirits was far more savage and ferocious than Chi Yu's and Fei Ying's.
Roar!
The light around Li Qianhua blazed like raging flames, transforming as it burned into a giant skull head, accompanied by an extremely malevolent powerful spiritual aura.
Useless!
Still useless!
Whether it was Wei Chaoqun's two sacred Immortal light halos, Wuhen's two savage Dragon-Elephant Spirits, or Li Qianhua's malevolent skull head—after their release, they were all equally unable to budge him.
Seeing this.
The faces of the surrounding crowd grew paler by the moment. They all knew that those who had attacked were the outstanding talents among the younger generation of the Great Northwest. Especially Wuhen, Wei Chaoqun, and Li Qianhua—with their Cultivation Level and Fortune, their strength absolutely could easily annihilate ordinary Nascent Soul Dao Venerables. Even against Spirit-Transformation or Divine-Transformation experts, they would have the qualification to fight. Yet now, they couldn't even budge the Chixiao Young Lord in the slightest.
That white-clad man.
That Chixiao Young Lord.
That Gu Qingfeng had remained standing in the pavilion from beginning to end. His white robes, whiter than snow, didn't so much as flutter. His left hand stroked the guqin, playing a zither melody like chanting scripture. His long hair hung naturally behind him, not flying about. On his fairly handsome face, his expression was calm—no sorrow, no joy, no anger, no worry—devoid of any emotional color. It was as if, at this moment, the one being all-out siege by twenty or thirty geniuses was someone else, not him. As if everything happening now had nothing to do with him.
He hadn't even glanced at them, hadn't even furrowed his brow. He merely used his right hand to block the tip of the flying sword in Qing Xi's hand, releasing his divine sense to probe her dark azure Fortune. Perhaps having gained some insight, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile as he praised, "I must say, girl, your Fortune truly is extraordinary."