In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 460 One step, one sword aura; each step untouched by dust.
The blood that Zhu Houzhao vomited was not the bright red or dark red of normal blood, but a vivid red, and when it fell to the ground, it faintly emitted a pinkish, fishy mist.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look at Zhu Houzhao.

When their gaze fell upon Zhu Houzhao's cheeks, flushed as if he had applied rouge, and the bright red blood on the ground in front of him, which was shrouded in poisonous mist, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Almost the instant everyone realized something was wrong, Wang Yizhao, Si Hanfei, and Monk Dushan all raised their hands to cover their chests, knelt on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood. Their cheeks turned bright red at a visible speed, and even their lips turned an abnormal dark color.

The monk Dushan let out a muffled groan, abruptly ceasing his chanting of the Buddha's name.

Taking in this scene, Ba Shiba's heart sank, as if he had been doused with ice water.

He subconsciously steadied himself and circulated his internal energy and spirit.

But just as he had mobilized his energy and spirit, Bashiba felt as if an invisible hand was twisting his chest and abdomen.

It wasn't the pain of an external injury, but a throbbing pain that seemed to come from deep within his internal organs, like a venomous snake coiling and gnawing at his stomach, so painful that his breath hitched.

Even more terrifying, Bashiba could clearly feel that the vital energy that had been surging like a river just a moment ago had turned into steel needles at this moment, and every time it was activated, it would cause excruciating pain.

Sensing the abnormality within his body, Ba Shiba clenched his teeth, his face, which looked as if it had been painted with rouge, was no longer as composed as before.

Almost as soon as the others were poisoned, collapsed, or knelt on the ground, Gu Shaoan, who had been motionless until now, finally moved.

As Gu Shaoan lightly raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword, strands of the power of heaven and earth, as well as the wind, were suddenly stirred up, and then condensed into strands of sword energy under the influence of his sword intent.

As the Heaven-Slaying Sword was swung, dozens of sword energies condensed by Gu Shaoan meandered through the air like willow branches and swept towards the five people.

Sensing the sound of the sword energy piercing the air, Zhu Houzhao and the others tried to dodge, but the moment their three flowers within their bodies trembled and their essence, energy, and spirit were mobilized, their usually mellow and gentle essence, energy, and spirit transformed into a bone-scraping steel knife, bringing excruciating pain.

Amidst this excruciating pain, Zhu Houzhao and the others coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Before Zhu Houzhao and the others could recover from the excruciating pain caused by the poison in their bodies, the sword energy that Gu Shaoan had gathered had already arrived with the wind, and then pierced through their dantian and limbs respectively.

With his dantian shattered and his limbs pierced by sword energy, his tendons severed, not to mention Zhu Houzhao, even an old general like Wang Zhaoyi, who had been through countless battles and suffered countless injuries, let out a muffled groan, his body trembling uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly poured from his forehead.

After Zhu Houzhao and Ba Shiba were also crippled, Gu Shaoan's body soared upwards.

After rising ten feet, a wisp of sword energy appeared precisely beneath Gu Shaoan's feet.

Using the force of the sword energy after his toes touched the ground, Gu Shaoan's body rose diagonally upwards once again.

The robes billowed in the air, showing no sign of disarray, but rather as if the person was walking on the moon and ascending the clouds.

In just a few breaths, they moved from the camp to the summit of Yixiantian Mountain.

Compared to the area around the camp, the wind was much stronger atop Yixiantian Mountain.

Yan Jing'an lay prone behind a protruding rock face.

When Yan Jing'an saw Gu Shaoan rise up from the direction of the camp and rush towards the mountain peak at high speed, his expression changed. Almost without hesitation, he activated his internal energy, tapped his toes, and his figure flew along the mountain ridge towards the direction of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

Although Yan Jing'an remained atop the narrow mountain, he clearly observed the battle between Gu Shao'an and Bai Xiaosheng using the Sword Heart Clarity Technique from the Cihang Sword Canon.

Even the combined strength of several powerful experts at the Celestial Realm, such as Bai Xiaosheng and Ba Shiba, was no match for Gu Shaoan, let alone her.

After witnessing the destruction of the dantian and limbs of six Celestial Realm warriors, including Bai Xiaosheng, Yan Jing'an realized that she had gone too far with Bai Xiaosheng this time.

Gu Shaoan's strength is beyond their ability to even begin to calculate.

At that moment, Yan Jing'an's only thought was to escape.

They had no choice but to flee.

Without considering the consumption of internal energy, Yan Jing'an pushed her lightness skill to its limit.

In just a few breaths, Yan Jing'an had already traversed dozens of feet.

Just as she was about to rush into the dark area where the rocks and pine shadows intertwined in the middle of the mountain peak, Yan Jing'an clearly felt a gaze fall on her back, sending a chill down her spine.

The next instant, Yan Jing'an felt the light around her suddenly dim.

She looked up abruptly and saw that Gu Shaoan was already above her, as if he had been lifted up by an invisible force of heaven and earth. His figure was as graceful as a solitary pine tree on a mountaintop, with a lightness and etherealness that almost defied the laws of gravity.

Facing Gu Shaoan looking down at her from his high vantage point, Yan Jing'an felt a sense of insignificance, like an ant trying to see the sky.

A chill swept over her like a tidal wave.

When Gu Shaoan looked at Yan Jing'an, he could clearly see the panic and fear on the face and in the eyes of the Cihang Jingzhai chieftain.

However, Gu Shaoan did not draw his sword when facing Yan Jing'an.

He simply raised his palm, fingers outstretched, palm facing down, the movement slow, as slow as an immortal descending on clouds, reaching out to smooth a speck of dust from the mortal world.

"An immortal touches the head".

This palm strike had no thunderous roar, no swirling gale, and even the killing intent was so faint as to be almost invisible.

But the moment Gu Shaoan's hand emerged from his wide sleeve, Yan Jing'an felt as if the wind and the heavens had been "taken away" by him.

The mountain wind was still blowing, but it no longer propelled her forward. Instead, it seemed to have become an invisible rope, gently pulling on the hem of her clothes, the ends of her hair, and the rhythm of her breathing, making her movements awkward and sluggish in every way, even though they were still in motion.

Faced with the hand that was imprinted on her from the air, Yan Jing'an tried to circulate her internal energy to deal with it. However, when her eyes fell on Gu Shao'an's right hand that was gently touching her, Yan Jing'an seemed to see endless changes. She wanted to resist, but she didn't know where to start.

In the moment of confusion that arose, Yan Jing'an felt a weight on her shoulders.

The next moment, the energy entered his body.

The energy wasn't violent, but it was terrifyingly pure, like a stream of cool spring water flowing down her shoulders to her dantian. Wherever it passed, her internal energy was forcibly separated, and her meridians felt as if they were being pressed down one by one by invisible fingertips. Her face turned pale instantly, and just as she was about to raise her internal energy, it was as if she had hit an invisible barrier and dissipated in an instant.

It felt as if a gentle force was pressing down on my dantian.

There was no exaggerated sound, but she could clearly feel that the "furnace" in her dantian had gone out.

While destroying Yan Jing'an's dantian, Gu Shaoan's remaining energy and vital force also sealed all of Yan Jing'an's major acupoints.

This turned Yan Jing'an, who was just a top-notch expert, into a cripple who could not control his own life or death in an instant.

After dealing with Yan Jing'an, Gu Shaoan suddenly tightened his grip on Yan Jing'an's shoulder, and with a turn of his body, he drifted into the narrow canyon like an autumn breeze.

The cliffs on both sides are as if they were cut by a knife and axe, and the sound of the wind echoes between the stone walls.

Gu Shaoan's black robes swayed constantly, and wisps of sword energy continuously condensed from the soles of his feet, perfectly supporting each step he took.

Each step is imbued with the aura of a sword, each step leaves no trace of dust.

From a distance, it looked not like a martial artist's light-footed skill, but like an immortal riding the wind and stepping on a sword, slowly descending from the sky into the narrow valley of the human world.

Yan Jing'an was pinned under his palm, all the acupoints on his body were sealed, his dantian was ashen, and his face was deathly pale.

At this very moment, at the entrance to the canyon, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends are arrayed along the valley, their weapons menacing and their auras intertwined.

Shangguan Jin Hong stood at the front with his hands behind his back, holding the Dragon and Phoenix Rings in his hands. Ming Yue Xin stood to his side and behind him, her gaze calm, but she could not hide the tension in her eyes.

Even now, Shangguan Jin Hong and others are still guarding the area.

At this point, Gu Shaoan knew perfectly well that Shangguan Jin Hong and the others were guarding the area not only to block the retreat of the Great Yuan warriors, but also to block his own retreat.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the canyon.

The wind rushed in from the valley entrance, crashing against the rock walls with a mournful sound, stirring up dust and sand, and causing the flags to flutter wildly.

Shangguan Jin Hong, who was standing at the entrance of the canyon with his eyes closed, suddenly looked up as if he had sensed something.

Looking up, he saw Gu Shaoan walking slowly down from above, stepping on sword energy.

The sword energy surrounding him was not ostentatious, but it was incredibly dense, like thousands of willow branches entwining around him. Each strand carried a faint golden aura, swaying gently with his steps, forming an eerie harmony with the gale in the canyon. The stronger the wind, the softer the sword energy became, and the softer the sword energy, the colder the killing intent.

Upon witnessing this sudden scene, Shangguan Jin Hong's eyes narrowed sharply.

How did he end up here?

Before Shangguan Jin Hong could recover from the sudden scene, she saw Gu Shaoan take another step down.

When Gu Shaoan's foot touched a wisp of sword energy this time, a sword cry suddenly spread out from the sword energy under Gu Shaoan's foot.

The next moment, the countless sword energies surrounding him suddenly dispersed, like willow catkins scattered in the spring breeze, drifting down lightly and slowly.

It floated so slowly that even Shangguan Jin Hong didn't hear the slightest sound of wind breaking when the sword energy fell.

Just as the sword energy descended, less than three zhang away from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends, the sword energy that had been gently floating suddenly became fierce.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

It was at this moment that Shangguan Jin Hong heard the strange sound of sword energy tearing through the air.

Faced with this scene, Shangguan Jin Hong's alarm bells rang loudly, and the internal energy within her body was pushed to its limit.

"If I were Chief Shangguan, I wouldn't act rashly right now!"

However, at that moment, Gu Shaoan's cold voice suddenly rang in Shangguan Jin Hong's ears.

The moment the sound reached his ears, Shangguan Jin Hong froze, and the dragon and phoenix rings he was about to lift suddenly felt incredibly heavy, and he couldn't lift them no matter what he did.

While Shangguan Jin Hong hesitated, the sword energy in the air had already reached her side.

Shangguan Jin Hong's heart was in her throat at that moment.

However, in the next instant, these sword energies that were approaching Shangguan Jin Hong directly slicing past his body and then heading towards the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.

The faint, cracking sounds blended together, like raindrops falling on thin paper.

Faced with the sword energy condensed by Gu Shaoan using the power of heaven and earth and the wind of heaven and earth combined with the sword energy of the "Emei Sword Classic", even Shangguan Jin Hong had no power to defend against it, let alone these martial artists whose internal energy realm was only at the late return to the innate stage.

Under Gu Shaoan's control of sword thought, these sword energies, as graceful as spring willows, seemed to have their own consciousness, meandering through the air and passing between the brows and chests of the thirty-six Heavenly Generals and seventy-two Earthly Fiends below.

The sounds of sword energy piercing through the body, mixed with the buzzing of sword energy cutting through the air, echoed continuously in the valley.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the thirty-six Heavenly Generals and seventy-two Earthly Fiends didn't even have a chance to react before they fell down like harvested wheat.

Shangguan Jin Hong's body tensed as she watched.

Throughout the process, Gu Shaoan continued to hold Yan Jing'an's hand, walking down step by step, his feet paved with sword energy like steps.

His gaze, however, was as calm as a deep pool of water.

When Gu Shaoan landed on the ground with the last wisp of sword energy, of the more than one hundred people who had been guarding the canyon, only Shangguan Jin Hong remained standing.

The stench of blood brushed against Shangguan Jin Hong's cheek as the mountain wind carried it.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Shangguan Jin Hong felt that the mountain breeze seemed to have become stickier because of the strong smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)