Wei Lao also felt that this Gu Qingfeng was relying on the Mountain Villa's rules, assuming Peng Jia wouldn't dare to act here, which was why he dared to provoke so recklessly. He simply couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to clearly state his opposition, hinting that Gu Qingfeng could play around, but shouldn't go too far.
But what he never expected was that, faced with his implied meaning, this Gu Qingfeng actually said, "Just right."
What was just right?
What did he mean?
Wei Lao didn't understand.
However, Gu Qingfeng's next sentence truly shocked him greatly.
"This master has slept for eight or nine years, and my bones have been itching for a long time. This is just the right opportunity to stretch my limbs."
Gu Qingfeng picked up a cup of wine, glanced at Wei Lao, and said, "But, you old fellow don't look like you can take much of a beating. How about this: go call all the experts from your Mountain Villa over to accompany this master in loosening up my joints. Don't worry, if anything gets destroyed, I won't short you a single coin. Whatever you ask for, I'll compensate you tenfold. How about that?"
Gu Qingfeng's words were truly earth-shattering.
The entire hall was stunned.
No one had expected this fellow to have provoked the Immortal Court noble son Peng Jia earlier, but now he was actually...
Provoking Wei Lao?
Who was Wei Lao?
He was the chief steward of Linglong Mountain Villa.
Back in the Ancient Times, he had already reached the Earth Immortal cultivation level. And his Earth Immortal cultivation wasn't like those in the Modern Era who relied on the Great Nature's spiritual changes to advance. It was cultivated in the barren Ancient Times, one mouthful of spiritual energy at a time, a genuine Earth Immortal without a hint of falsehood.
The strength of such an Earth Immortal was extremely terrifying. After all, the Ancient Times were a cruel era; merely surviving was difficult, and cultivating to Earth Immortal was akin to scaling the heavens. Most terrifying of all, the cultivation arts practiced by cultivators in the Ancient Times focused on killing, while those in the Modern Era emphasized mystery and profundity. In other words, Ancient Era cultivators either didn't act, or when they did, it was a killing move.
Peng Jia possessed over a hundred layers of Great Nature Colored Spirit, plus the invincible Great-Sun Radiance Dharma Form. He didn't fear Earth Immortals of the Modern Era, but facing an Earth Immortal from the Ancient Times, he was extremely wary.
Even so.
This imposter claiming to be Monarch Chixiao actually said Wei Lao couldn't take a beating?
And wanted him to call all the experts from the entire Mountain Villa over?
Those present weren't unfamiliar with people putting on a bluff, but such an outrageously exaggerated bluff was a first for them.
Moreover.
This was no longer just bluffing; it was practically treating everyone else like fools while spinning a tall tale—and one that was utterly eye-watering, ear-scorching, and fantastically exaggerated!
"What exactly does this fellow want?
Is he an idiot?
Or has he suffered some stimulation, gone mad?"
In the private room of the pavilion.
Shui'er said indignantly, "Relying on Linglong Mountain Villa's rules, this fellow bluffing and provoking Peng Jia is one thing. After all, Peng Jia is afraid of Sister Hong causing trouble and doesn't dare to act within the Mountain Villa. But why is he so recklessly provoking Wei Lao?
Peng Jia doesn't dare to act within the Mountain Villa, but Wei Lao is the chief steward of the Mountain Villa! He dares to act here!"
By the windowsill.
Tang Manqing was also staring at Gu Qingfeng. Shui'er's words echoed the confusion in her own heart.
Even assuming Gu Qingfeng was using the Mountain Villa's rules to borrow authority, why would he provoke Wei Lao?
If so, how could he continue his bluff?
Tang Manqing even began to suspect whether this fellow had suffered some mental trauma nine years ago when his cultivation was crippled?
Otherwise, how could he be so ungrateful and reckless?
After much thought, it seemed only this reason could explain it.
At that moment, Wei Lao's secret voice transmission arrived: "Princess, has this person suffered some stimulation?
Is his mind not quite right?"
Clearly.
Wei Lao was also beginning to suspect whether Gu Qingfeng had some mental issues.
"This...
Probably so. His original identity is Gu Qingfeng, and he previously claimed to be the Monarch's successor. Now he claims to be Monarch Chixiao himself. The contradictions suggest his mind might have problems."
"Contradictions? Just listen to the things he's said! Something about old Immortals of the Nine Heavens, old Demons of the Nine Nethers, and now telling this old man to call the Mountain Villa's people out to accompany him in stretching his joints. Anyone with a normal mind probably wouldn't do this, right?"
"Wei Lao, how do you plan to deal with him?"
"Regardless of how, we can't let him cause trouble here, can we?
This old man will first take him back and lock him up. What a headache...
In my long life, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing. I must say, this kid's acting skills are truly first-rate. He almost fooled this old man. I've played with eagles all my life, but this time I got played by an eagle, haha..." Wei Lao sighed with emotion.
He truly felt deeply moved. Because for a moment there, he had really wondered if Gu Qingfeng had some hidden capability, otherwise how could he be so fearless? Especially that leisurely and carefree demeanor, the unrestrained expression, the arrogant and haughty words—they had even made Wei Lao somewhat suspect whether this fellow might actually be Monarch Chixiao?
Thinking back on it now, it was quite laughable.
Fortunately, this fellow had mental issues. Otherwise, his acting skills would be truly peerless under heaven. If he wasn't acting, then...
Wei Lao didn't continue that thought. He walked forward and addressed the crowd, saying, "Esteemed guests, this Young Master Gu suffered a cultivation mishap some days ago, losing all his cultivation, which led to mental instability. Hence his wild talk. I hope you all won't take it to heart."
Hearing Wei Lao's explanation, everyone in the hall was first stunned, then suddenly enlightened, nodding in agreement.
Indeed.
Someone with neither cultivation nor destiny, not only claiming to be Monarch Chixiao but also spouting nonsense about Immortals and Demons, provoking both an Immortal Court noble son and Linglong Mountain Villa, spinning tales that shook the heavens—this simply wasn't something a normal person would do. Only someone mentally unstable would do such reckless things, right?
Looking again, this fellow indeed had no cultivation and appeared extremely frail. He probably had suffered a cultivation mishap and truly lost his mind.
Such things weren't rare.
Since ancient times, many had suffered cultivation mishaps, going berserk, losing their minds, becoming mad and delirious, babbling nonsense. Especially nine years ago, during a Great Nature spiritual change, many people's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Due to unstable foundations, the Nascent Souls they conceived couldn't be controlled at all. Many died because of this. Even those who kept their lives had to self-destruct their Nascent Souls. Self-destructing a Nascent Soul inevitably affected the heart-mind. The heart-mind affecting consciousness, and consciousness affecting intellect—many people thus lost their minds.
It seemed this imposter claiming to be the Monarch was likely such a case.
At that moment, uproarious laughter came from within the hall. Everyone looked over—it was that imposter claiming to be the Monarch. At this moment, he was throwing his head back, laughing heartily, doubling over as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
If anyone still had doubts before, seeing Gu Qingfeng laugh so maniacally now, the last shred of suspicion vanished like smoke. Everyone believed this fellow must have suffered mental stimulation. Thinking this, many people's gazes toward Gu Qingfeng gradually changed—from initial shock, to later confusion and curiosity, slowly turning into pity...
Sympathy for this mentally unstable fellow.