"Branch Master, all Ancestors, all Elders, this man first crippled the cultivation of Junior Brothers Wuhen and Chiyu at Wuse Mountain, and now not only has he injured so many disciples of our branch hall, but he also shows disrespect to our Crimson-Letter Sect. Just because of his unverified identity, should our Crimson-Letter Sect allow him to be so arrogant?"
Wan Dongfang didn't dare to challenge Gu Qingfeng alone, so he prepared to rally everyone from the Changhong Branch Hall to act together.
Moreover, today's gathering wasn't limited to just the Changhong Branch Hall. Hunyuan Gate, the Huwei Wang Family, Blackwind Cave—nearly all major sects of the Great Northwest were present, and they had all brought their experts. Among them were so many reincarnated great abilities from the Immortal Estate. He believed that even if this Gu Qingfeng was powerful, he couldn't possibly stand against ten thousand.
"Esteemed Seniors, this man is deliberately mystifying, impersonating the Heir of the King, and cruelly harming fellow cultivators. If we don't eliminate him today, the Great Northwest will never know peace!"
Wan Dongfang clasped his hands and declared, "I implore all Seniors to join forces with me to eliminate him and restore peace to our Great Northwest!"
Clearly, Wan Dongfang intended not only to mobilize the Changhong Branch Hall but to rally everyone present for a joint extermination.
"Brother Wan speaks true."
After Wan Dongfang finished, another person stepped forward. It was Murong Tian, the leader of the Immortal Estate's Twenty-Four Prodigies. He stood in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Gu Qingfeng with arrogance. "This man's cultivation is merely at the Golden Core stage, yet his physical body is abnormally powerful, and his methods are bizarre. He is undoubtedly a member of the heretical demonic path."
Grand Steward Li Fu of the Immortal Estate also stepped forward and shouted, "Against heretical demons, we need not speak of righteousness. Let us all act together to eliminate him and remove this future calamity!"
Following this, the leaders of Hunyuan Gate, the Huwei Wang Family, Blackwind Cave, and Yaoyue Palace also stepped forward one by one. Each spoke with righteous indignation, denouncing Gu Qingfeng as a demon to be executed. The scene descended into chaos. Everyone began summoning their Primordial Spirits, circulating their spiritual power, and gripping their flying swords, itching for action. Battle could erupt at any moment.
Anran wanted to advise against it but was stopped by Wan Huaiyu.
"Miss Anran, you must not involve yourself in this matter, or no one will be able to save you!"
Anran's expression stiffened. Staring at the unmoving Gu Qingfeng inside Xiao Zhe Manor, she asked, "Could it be... he really is that Chiyan Young Lord from three years ago? Will he... really unleash a massacre?"
"Whether he is the Chiyan Young Lord, I dare not confirm for now. Whether he will unleash a massacre, I also don't know. But I know he is not afraid, nor does he care, nor does he mind. More importantly, he seems to be growing somewhat impatient."
Wan Huaiyu drew a deep breath, because he increasingly felt that the Gu Qingfeng sitting inside Xiao Zhe Manor was the Chiyan Young Lord who had turned to ashes at the Tai Xuan Monument three years ago. And the scene unfolding now felt intensely familiar to him.
Facing a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, facing layers of killing intent, facing the sky-filling denunciations.
The casual indifference he exuded, that serene chill, that silent ruthlessness, that solitary arrogance, that domineering contempt—it was exactly the same.
He might truly be the Chiyan Young Lord!
At this thought, Wan Huaiyu's mind couldn't help but tremble.
He felt this way.
And at this moment, Qian Shan and Ouyang Ye felt it even more strongly.
They had both had contact with the real Gu Qingfeng, especially Ouyang Ye. Every word and action of Gu Qingfeng was deeply imprinted in her mind, never forgotten. From Yunxia Sect to Chixu Manor, to Bingxuan Sect, Tai Xuan Platform, Liuren Mountain, and the Fengyun Branch Hall—she had been present at every step, clearly knowing that the real Gu Qingfeng, when leisurely, resembled an utterly useless young master.
However.
Once angered.
He would become like an undefeated War God who looked down upon the world and scorned all living beings, acting with unbridled arrogance.
She also clearly knew that once Gu Qingfeng grew angry, his previous laziness and leisure would vanish without a trace, replaced by a chilling, murderous aura.
This was exactly that feeling now.
Gu Qingfeng was no longer lazy, nor leisurely.
He had become very quiet.
And this quietness was like the calm before a storm, more like the arrival of dusk after the sun sets below the western hills.
It was truly this feeling.
Very clear.
So clear it made Ouyang Ye hold her breath, her mind trembling wildly.
She felt...
The person before her was Gu Qingfeng.
Only Gu Qingfeng could possess this unique, one-of-a-kind temperament.
Heavens!
Could it...
Really be him?
Ouyang Ye couldn't believe it.
Liu Qingyan, Qingxi, and others from Wuse Mountain, along with Ancestors like Fenghua from Yaoyue Palace, watched the major sects, swords drawn and bows bent, itching for action. They all knew these people were preparing to join forces to eliminate Gu Qingfeng. But they didn't know, and couldn't understand, why even at this moment, this man who claimed to be the Chiyan Young Lord still sat in his chair, drinking wine.
Was he truly not afraid at all?
Now, experts from all major sects of the Great Northwest, including the Immortal Estate and the Crimson-Letter Sect, had gathered here, numbering over ten thousand. Among them were also many reincarnated great abilities. If they joined forces to besiege him, even an Immortal would find it hard to withstand, right?
Why wasn't he afraid at all?
Not even a hint of panic?
What gave him such confidence?
Could it be that his so-called Bedrock Physique was truly indestructible and could stand against ten thousand?
They didn't know.
No one understood.
No!
To be precise, perhaps one person understood.
That person was Daozun Feiyan.
She was likely the only person present who harbored no doubts about Gu Qingfeng's strength. Gazing at the surrounding major sects watching like tigers eyeing their prey, she shook her head and sighed, "Heaven's transgressions may be forgiven, but self-made calamities are inexcusable..."
"Big Brother!"
Little Jin'er was somewhat worried and buried her head in Gu Qingfeng's embrace.
"Jin'er, be good. Go inside the house for a while."
Little Jin'er nodded and followed Master Wenzhu to hide inside the house.
Gu Qingfeng tilted his head back and drained the peach blossom wine from the jug. Casually placing the jug on the table, he unbuttoned his collar and rolled up his sleeves. Seeing this action, Wan Huaiyu and Qin Hao in the distance felt their hearts tremble. Ouyang Ye also felt as if the sky were spinning and the earth turning, her mind going blank. Because they all knew the real Gu Qingfeng had a habit before taking action: he would unbutton two buttons on his collar and roll his sleeves up to his elbows.
And what made Ouyang Ye feel the world spinning wasn't just that she knew Gu Qingfeng had this habit, but because when Gu Qingfeng unbuttoned his collar, she saw a strange piece of bone jade.
Bone Jade.
It was the Bone Jade.
It was the Bone Jade that Gu Qingfeng wore.
Good heavens!
He...
He really was Gu Qingfeng!
At this moment, Ouyang Ye finally knew the truth, and finally confirmed Gu Qingfeng's identity.
Perhaps this truth was too maddening, too thrilling, too exciting, and too terrifying for her, to the point that Ouyang Ye's heart simply couldn't bear such a truth. Her spirit collapsed on the spot, and she collapsed to the ground.