In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 100 I really believed your lies.

In response to Gu Shaoan's question, Sun Baifa replied, "I thought you wanted to ask something else, but it turns out it's just this question. My internal energy cultivation is only average, just second-rate in the martial arts world, perhaps at the Qi Condensation stage!"

Sun Baifa tapped his pipe, speaking casually, the smoke obscuring his gaunt face.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gu Shaoan did not respond immediately, but simply picked up the teacup in front of him and took a small sip.

A faint, yet meaningful smile slowly curved his lips.

Those deep eyes, seemingly able to see right through people's hearts, quietly watched Sun Baifa behind the smoke through the rising steam.

Sun Baifa felt a strange chill run down his spine under that silent gaze.

It was as if Gu Shaoan truly knew something.

He couldn't help but put down his pipe, the bowl tapping against the edge of the table with a "tap," and asked with a hint of impatience, "What? You don't believe me?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan's smile deepened, and his tone was so gentle and humble that it was impossible to find fault with him.

“Senior, what are you saying? You are a highly respected and virtuous person of this era. How could you be like those petty people who spout nonsense and make up lies, easily deceiving a junior like me? Since you say so, I naturally believe you without a doubt.”

Upon hearing these words, Sun Baifa's eyelids twitched violently.

"Good boy!"

At first glance, Gu Shaoan's words sounded respectful and reasonable, praising him highly.

But Sun Baifa always felt that Gu Shaoan across from him was indirectly cursing him.

But Sun Baifa couldn't say anything.

After being scolded indirectly, Sun Baifa felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and he almost squeezed the pipe until it left an imprint.

Looking at Gu Shaoan again, one could only feel that the handsome face of the young man opposite him made one's hands itch to touch him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming somewhat stiff due to Gu Shaoan's "sincere" smile and Sun Baifa's silent frustration, Gu Shaoan put down his teacup at the right moment, his smile fading slightly, revealing a just-right seriousness and sincerity.

Sun Baifa was already feeling stifled and his drinking tasted less appealing, so he said irritably, "Alright, kid, just say what you want!"

Gu Shaoan raised his head and looked directly into Sun Baifa's eyes, which held a deep, star-like light. His tone was frank and direct: "This junior is not talented, but I would like to ask the senior for some guidance."

"Oh?"

Sun Baifa raised an eyebrow, picked up his pipe again, and took a deep drag. The swirling smoke obscured the fleeting amusement and scrutiny in his eyes.

He glanced at Gu Shaoan sideways, his tone teasing: "Give you pointers? Little fellow, you've already reached the Reincarnation Realm at such a young age. Even in the entire martial arts world, you're a rare talent. In terms of potential and among the younger generation, you're already top-tier. With my meager strength, I'm afraid I have nothing to offer you, right?"

Sun Xiaohong, standing to the side, exclaimed in surprise, "The age of hair-binding, isn't that about the same age as me?"

As she spoke, Sun Xiaohong looked Gu Shaoan up and down, noticing his tall and slender figure. She couldn't believe he was just a boy who had only just reached the age of marriage.

Sun Baifa said slowly, "Back then, I saw a heavy sword next to him. He must have been training his physique for many years, which made him look taller than his peers."

Sun Xiaohong was surprised to learn that Gu Shaoan was about the same age as her.

Then he looked at Sun Baifa and said, "But Grandpa, didn't you say before that when martial artists are young, their bones and meridians are not fully formed, and if they exercise their bodies too much, they will not grow tall?"

Sun Baifa rolled his eyes and said, "The Emei Sect is a large and powerful family. As long as they are willing to spend money to treat it, they can avoid damage to their bones and meridians. Moreover, the Emei Sect's 'Emei Nine Yang Skill' is derived from the 'Nine Yang True Scripture.' Even if it only has 30% of the effect of the 'Nine Yang True Scripture,' the internal energy cultivated can still nourish the meridians and repair internal injuries."

"As long as you don't overdo it with training, what's a little bit of physical exertion?"

In response to Sun Baifa's words, Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "Senior has a keen eye; I admire you."

Finally, Gu Shaoan changed the subject, saying, "However, the path of martial arts is vast, like the abyss of the ocean. Although I have been fortunate enough to achieve some success, I know that I have only scratched the surface of it."

"Not to mention compared with a master like you who has condensed Qi into Yuan, even in the grand scheme of things, I am nothing. How could I dare to be complacent?"

Gu Shaoan's words were sincere and truly reflected his thoughts.

People are worth knowing.

Compared to second-rate forces like Emei, Kunlun, and Huashan, and even some first-rate forces in the martial arts world, it is indeed rare for Gu Shaoan, who is only fifteen years old, to have his current level of cultivation and strength.

But Gu Shaoan's vision was never limited to that.

The name of the Heavenly Mystery Elder has occupied the top spot on the weapon ranking list for decades. Although his reputation is resounding, his style is extremely unconventional among top masters.

He is so low-key and peaceful that he is almost an anomaly.

Unlike other grandmasters who readily establish sects and attract attention, he was willing to make a living by performing in the streets.

Such a person, though possessing extraordinary skills, has little ambition or malice, and would not take people's lives at will like some hypocrites or fanatics.

In Gu Shaoan's eyes, such a readily available and almost harmless expert was naturally the best candidate to witness the strength of a top-tier master.

Sun Baifa was somewhat surprised when he heard Gu Shaoan's extremely sincere words.

Having seen countless people, he could easily discern whether someone was genuinely humble or merely being polite.

What surprised Sun Baifa was that he was able to return to his innate state at such a young age. Most people would inevitably feel proud and arrogant.

Gu Shaoan was able to remain humble, and this alone made Sun Baifa nod in approval.

As for the guidance Gu Shaoan is offering now, Sun Baifa took a couple of puffs of his pipe, looked at Gu Shaoan, whose face still showed obvious signs of immaturity, and then glanced at Sun Xiaohong beside him.

Thinking of Sun Xiaohong's strength and internal energy attainments over the years, he worried that if he were to leave, his granddaughter would be in danger.
After thinking it over, Sun Bai sighed.

"Fine! Let's make a good connection and leave a favor. If Xiao Hong encounters any trouble in the future, at least we can help her."

As people get older, they unconsciously start to think a lot.

The easiest way out is through the future of one's relatives and descendants.

Having made up his mind, Sun Baifa said, "Alright, it's rare to find someone who can see that this old man is extraordinary. Since you have a sharp eye, after you've eaten and drunk your fill, this old man will play with you."

Seeing that Sun Baifa agreed, Gu Shaoan's smile became even brighter, and he immediately stood up and bowed to Sun Baifa.

Then he got up and walked to Sun Baifa's side, picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Sun Baifa.

He glanced at Gu Shaoan, who was polite and courteous, exceptionally talented yet humble and unassuming. Coupled with his remarkable appearance and demeanor, even Sun Baifa couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

For a moment, Gu Shaoan suddenly seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

A moment later, Sun Baifa waved his hand at Gu Shaoan, who was still helping to pour wine, and said, "Alright, the old man can do it himself. You should go and have some too!"

Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "Senior will have to work hard for a while, and I will certainly not dare to slack off."

"Hard?"

Sun Baifa glanced at Gu Shaoan sideways, sneering inwardly, but didn't take it seriously.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan didn't explain further, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, in a cedar forest ten miles north of Datong Prefecture.

In an open space about three zhang in diameter, looking at Extinction standing in front of him and Abbess Juechen who was clearly queuing up beside him, Sun Baifa remained silent for a while before finally unable to hold back.

"Kid, when you say 'guidance,' do you mean only guiding you?"

Gu Shaoan smiled and said, "It is rare to meet such a great master who lives in seclusion in the city. It just so happens that my master and my uncle have also made some progress in their strength recently, so we naturally want to ask for your guidance. There is an order of seniority, so I will naturally follow the elders. Thank you for your hard work, senior."

Upon hearing this, Sun Baifa suddenly understood what Gu Shaoan meant by "hard work" when they were in the restaurant earlier.

It really does mean exactly what it says.

"I really believed your nonsense."

At this moment, even Sun Baifa felt a bit like he was about to blow his beard and glare.

He wanted to leave, but when he saw Sun Xiaohong beside Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, holding a clay figurine in one hand and a candied hawthorn in the other, with a jade hairpin in her hair and a big smile on her face, Sun Baifa's feet, which wanted to leave, just wouldn't move.

"That little rascal is as clever as a monkey."

Although he cursed inwardly, looking at Gu Shaoan in the distance, who was smiling like a little fox, Sun Baifa found Gu Shaoan even more pleasing to the eye.

Talent is rare, and humility and politeness are equally rare.

But what is most commendable is a disciple who, when acting, not only thinks of himself but also knows how to repay his teacher's kindness and seek benefits for his elders.

This last point alone is enough to show that Gu Shaoan is at least not a heartless ingrate.

If Sun Baifa had previously worried that his efforts would be in vain, he is now much more at ease with that concern.

Then, Sun Baifa looked at Miejue opposite him and said, "It's just a pity about my old bones!"

With that thought in mind, Sun Baifa shook his head and then looked at Abbess Miejue.

"Come on! This old man also wants to see if the descendants of the heroine Guo Xiang still retain some of her charm."

Sun Baifa's voice was lazy and slightly hoarse from smoking. He even casually tapped the dust off the soles of his shoes with his pipe.

Seeing Sun Baifa's relaxed posture, Miejue narrowed her eyes slightly.

To be honest, even now, Abbess Miejue still hasn't been able to guess the identity of the old man opposite her.

I stand here only because of Abbess Miejue's trust in Gu Shaoan.

But the other party's tone was as if he knew the founder Guo Xiang, which made Abbess Miejue somewhat restrain her carefree attitude.

"I'm sorry, junior!"

A clear shout ripped through the cicadas' chirping. Abbess Miejue's figure shot out like an arrow, raising a cloud of yellow dust beneath her feet! She didn't draw her sword, but merely raised her palms.

With both palms, one on the left and one on the right, they pushed against the surging clouds and waves, their palm winds surging and crashing down on Sun Baifa's vital points with overwhelming force!

It is precisely the "Sea of ​​Clouds Rising Tide" from the "Golden Top Cotton Palm" technique.

As he slapped his palm out, his condensed true essence surged forth without reservation, creating gusts of wind around him.

Facing the Abbess Miejue who had suddenly rushed in front of him, Sun Baifa still had his dark, stubby pipe in his mouth, his back hunched, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his thin but bony wrists, looking just like an old farmer taking a nap in the fields.

Only those eyes shone brightly amidst the shadows of the trees, clear as a deep pool.

However, just as Extinction's raised hand moved forward an inch again,

Sun Baifa calmly turned the pipe he was holding in his mouth sideways, the black end of the pipe facing the core of the most powerful and vigorous palm print. He neither parried nor blocked, but simply touched and pressed it casually.

The movements were as slow as shooing away flies.

"Bam—!"

A dull, short burst of sound rang out.

"what?"

It was at the very moment the pipe touched the palm of the Extinction Hand that Sun Baifa, whose expression had been flat, suddenly let out a soft "Eh" in his heart.

"This true essence is quite condensed."

In an instant, Abbess Miejue felt that the concentrated palm force, powerful enough to shatter armor, was like hitting layers upon layers of invisible soft net, or like being forcibly separated and divided by a cold and slippery force.

Then Sun Baifa made a very slight twist and tremor in his wrist.

boom!
The immense palm strike of the Extinction Palm was abruptly deflected, and the violent energy leaked into the thick soil a zhang away, blasting open a scorched crater, with soil, rocks, and grass debris flying everywhere.

But not a single speck of dust was stirred up on the ground beneath Sun Baifa's feet.

"It's powerful enough, but it's too straightforward and doesn't know how to be tactful," Sun Baifa said slowly, taking a puff of his cigarette.

The move was so easily neutralized that Abbess Miejue's resolve hardened even more, and she changed her move without hesitation!

His left palm swept across the clouds and mist with lightning speed, leaving a trail of afterimages as it aimed straight for Sun Baifa's face, while his right palm, hidden under his ribs, was already poised to strike!
Sun Baifa's pipe seemed to come alive. The pipe bowl floated lightly against the disturbing illusory image of her left palm, as if brushing aside nothing. The other end, however, struck with unparalleled precision from bottom to top at the Taiyuan acupoint, the key point for her right wrist's power.

The timing was extremely tricky, just as she was about to unleash her palm strike. Miejue felt a numbness in her wrist, and the gathered force in her hand vanished instantly. She couldn't help but take a step back.

Sun Baifa retracted his pipe without even raising his eyelids: "The feints are dazzling, but the real moves are poised to be unleashed. The moves are alright, but unfortunately, there was an obvious flaw when he was gathering power."

Abbess Miejue suddenly spun around, her long robe fluttering like the wind whistling through the pines.

As his body spun lightly, his left palm, like a knife and a whip, slashed towards Sun Baifa's carotid artery with a piercing sound, the strike extremely fierce.

"Ugh~"

At the same time, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was also drawn.

The cold light exploded like a bolt of lightning, almost simultaneously with the palm strike, a palm strike and a sword strike combined.

The light of the Heaven-Slaying Sword did not strike directly, but instead transformed into a cold, moonlit glow.

The sword strikes were continuous and heavy, like the twilight descending, layer upon layer, blocking Sun Baifa's possible escape routes—upper, middle, and lower—with the later moves containing an even stronger killing intent.

Faced with Abbess Miejue's deadly attack—a palm strike to the neck and a sword that sealed off all directions—Sun Baifa finally took a drag of his cigarette.

Then, he lifted the end of the pipe and gently touched the pine-wave-sending-the-moon palm strike with perfect precision.

It struck the Waiguan acupoint precisely where the palm of the hand was striking with the most force.

This point was as light as a feather, yet incredibly subtle. Miejue felt the force of the slash suddenly halt, and a slight numbness ran through her meridians.

At the same time, facing Abbess Miejue's Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Locking Twilight Cloud Combined Sword Net, he slightly lowered his wrist holding the middle of his pipe, and the pipe immediately drew an extremely small arc like a dragon emerging from the water, penetrating through a barely perceptible gap between the layers of sword shadows!

"Ding, ding, ding"

A series of rapid, sharp, metallic clanging sounds erupted, instantly blocking all of Abbess Miejue's consecutive sword thrusts.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, effortless and freehand.

"The sword is a fine sword, and the technique is solid enough. But the Sunset Sword Technique, in the hands of the heroine Guo Xiang, had the power to melt gold and cut iron."

"But in your hands, the path has been distorted. You only seek speed and ruthlessness, and you do not understand the profound and unstoppable decisiveness contained in the power of 'Golden Crow Falling to Earth'."

"The moves are moves, and the intentions are intentions, but they don't blend together."

Deep within his murky eyes, his doubts about the unusually condensed and bizarre true essence foundation of the Extinction were growing stronger.

"If you can comprehend the word 'momentum' with such solidified true essence, even I, an old man, will have to take you seriously."

Faced with Sun Baifa's guidance, Abbess Miejue remained silent and attacked with all her might.

With a low shout, Abbess Miejue advanced instead of retreating. Her left hand flew, palm shadows dancing, and her feet stomped the ground. She lowered her body slightly, and her right palm, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, struck Sun Baifa's Tanzhong acupoint on his chest.

At the same time, she exerted all her strength, and the sword light of the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her right hand instantly subsided, transforming into a cold light that shot straight out.

As the sword was about to strike, Sun Baifa snorted, finally losing some of his leisurely demeanor.

Faced with the overwhelming palm shadows, he twirled his pipe, creating a strange vortex of energy that seemed to sweep away fallen leaves, dispersing all the deceptively realistic palm shadows and feints with light and graceful movements.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Baifa's pipe, which had been with him for countless years, suddenly shot out with lightning speed.

The shaft exudes a sense of profound simplicity, its position precisely positioned at the point where the sword energy flows most fiercely yet is also at its weakest.

It's like extinguishing the last spark in the center of a burning charcoal!
clang--! ! !
A deafening roar, far louder than before!

Extinction felt an immense, yet incredibly strong and viscous, force emanating from the sword.

This force not only shattered the sword energy gathered on the Heaven Sword, but also forced Miejue to retreat more than ten steps before she could regain her footing.

He felt his sword-wielding arm and half of his body were sore and numb, and his internal energy was trembling violently at that moment.

The moment she regained her footing, Miejue looked up at Sun Baifa with horror in her eyes.

Although the exchange was only a few moves, Abbess Miejue felt as if she were a young girl who had just started learning martial arts and was facing Abbess Fengling.

His once-proud moves now seemed like child's punches, easily seen through and even defeated by the old man opposite him.

Most importantly, Miejue could clearly sense that the old man opposite her did not use much true energy, far less than the amount of true energy she had used in her previous move.

However, the true energy he used each time was just right, not too much and not too little, which perfectly neutralized her attacks.

The difference in strength between the two is almost like heaven and earth.

The nun Juechen, who was watching from the sidelines, also showed a look of surprise on her face.

Although she had vaguely sensed that the old man was extraordinary, Abbess Juechen never expected that the old man's strength would be so terrifying.

Even Abbess Miejue was like a child wielding a sword in front of the old man, her every move easily neutralized.

Looking at Abbess Miejue opposite him, Sun Baifa did not make another move. Instead, he put away his pipe, and the casualness in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a deep and inquisitive light.

He smacked his cigarette, stared at the somewhat unsteady Abbess Miejue, and said with a strange expression, "Girl, there's something wrong with your practice of the Emei Nine Yang Skill."

"Old man, I only glanced at it a few times, but your true essence is so solid, it seems a bit strange! The purity of your true essence far exceeds what a cultivation method should be like. Could it be that in the past few decades, your Emei Sect has re-developed the 'Emei Nine Yang Skill'?"

Upon hearing this, Miejue, suppressing her shock, cupped her hands and said, "To be honest, senior, in the Emei Sect, besides the Emei Nine Yang Skill, there is also the Wudang Nine Yang Skill."

"Oh?"

Sun Baifa cracked his pipe, a hint of relief creeping into his expression.

"No wonder. Practicing two types of Nine Yang Technique simultaneously, it's no wonder that one's true essence can be so refined."

Finally, Sun Baifa's cloudy gaze swept over the slightly erratic Miejue, then landed on the Yitian Sword humming softly in her hand. He took two puffs of his pipe and finally spoke slowly:
"Girl, you've gone down a slightly wrong path."

He stretched out his withered fingers and tapped his head: "Let's talk about the mind first. The violent energy is too strong, and the killing intent is wrapped around the sword. The sword is the gentleman among all weapons, but it can also be a weapon of violence. However, violence is not barbarity, but the decisiveness of killing that follows the will of the sword."

"Your sword and palm techniques are used as if you are fighting to the death in a fit of anger. You have enough hatred, but you have lost the fundamental essence of martial arts. You only care about ruthlessness and do not have any skill."

"In addition, your solid true energy and your mental state and techniques have not been perfectly integrated. If you are too rigid, you will break easily; if you are too strong, you will lose your adaptability."

"Your moves are unorthodox and carry a do-or-die, stubbornness that turns your solid and powerful advantage into a rigid and inflexible disadvantage. You have a perfectly strong physique, but you've turned your flesh and blood into steel and iron, forgetting the principle that flexible joints and unobstructed meridians are essential for executing punches and swordsmanship!"

Hearing Sun Bai's words of advice, Abbess Miejue took a deep breath.

If this had happened a few years ago, being so easily defeated by others would probably have enraged Miejue.

But over the past three years, Miejue's mindset has undergone a great change, and his sharp edge has been somewhat tempered.

Furthermore, since Sun Baifa in front of her had good intentions and was a senior in the martial arts world, Miejue was not angry. Instead, she clasped her hands in gratitude and said, "Senior's words are golden and wise. I have learned a lot from them."

Finally, Abbess Miejue subconsciously asked about Sun Baifa's identity.

But when the words were about to come out, he forcibly swallowed them back.

Immediately afterwards, Abbess Juechen also stepped forward to fight Sun Baifa. After giving him some pointers, Sun Baifa turned his gaze to Gu Shaoan.

When his gaze fell on Gu Shaoan, Sun Baifa clearly perked up, even clenching his fists so tightly they made a cracking sound, showing a hint of excitement.

"Hey kid, it's your turn."

(End of this chapter)