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Chapter 483 I, Gu, will settle accounts with you later (Third Update)
As Jiang Nanyue steadied herself, her peach blossom eyes immediately turned to Sun Baifa, Gu Shaoan, and Sun Xiaohong at the door.

Especially when her gaze fell upon Gu Shaoan, who was dressed in a gold and white robe and had one hand behind his back, even Jiang Nanyue, who was over a hundred years old, felt a sense of amazement.

But the next moment, Jiang Nanyue seemed to realize something, and her expression became more wary.

Nowadays, the Emei Sect is no longer the ninth-rate force it once was in the martial arts world.

His status rose along with Gu Shaoan's reputation in the martial arts world.

Being in Emei Mountain, and with such a handsome man before her, his identity was self-evident.

After guessing Gu Shaoan's identity, the slight feeling of lingering affection in Jiang Nanyue's heart vanished completely.

With Shangguan Jin Hong's help, the news of Yixiantian spread throughout the Great Wei Kingdom in a short time, following the imperial edict.

News of Gu Shaoan's single-handedly defeating and killing three Celestial Realm experts—Ba Shiba, Si Hanfei, and Bai Xiaosheng—also spread widely.

Although this move made Gu Shaoan famous, opinions in the martial arts world were mixed regarding his feat of defeating three people—Ba Shiba, Si Hanfei, and Bai Xiaosheng—by using his internal energy cultivation level of Ningyuan Chenggang.

After all, in the eyes of most martial artists, a martial artist at the Celestial Realm has already reached the pinnacle of martial arts and is considered an unattainable top expert.

People could still believe that Gu Shaoan was able to defeat or even kill one of them with his internal energy cultivation level of Condensing Yuan Qi.

However, to fight three opponents and kill three experts at the Celestial Realm with an internal energy cultivation level of Condensing Yuan into Gang is too terrifying.

Therefore, in the martial arts world, more people believe the news is false than believe it.

Jiangnan Yue is the latter.

Given Jiang Nanyue's age and strength, she naturally knew the power of a Celestial Realm martial artist.

Even she, when facing a martial artist at the Celestial Realm, did not dare to claim certainty of victory.

As for using his internal energy cultivation level of Condensing Yuan to kill three Celestial Realm cultivators outnumbered, Jiang Nanyue thought it was a pipe dream and simply impossible.

Otherwise, Jiangnan Yue wouldn't have been able to venture into Mount Emei alone.

After guessing Gu Shaoan's identity, Jiang Nanyue said calmly, "This humble servant is Jiang Nanyue, greetings to Young Master Gu."

"I entered Emei today only to seek my enemy, and I have no intention of being an enemy of the Emei Sect. I hope Young Master Gu will understand."

Hearing what Jiang Nanyue said, Gu Shaoan said calmly, "If you do something knowing it is impossible, there must be a reason. Your actions were not unintentional, but rather because you did not take the Emei Sect seriously. In that case, I will settle accounts with you later regarding your trespassing into the Emei Sect."

With her gaze fixed on Gu Shaoan's handsome face, Jiang Nanyue not only did not feel displeased, but instead said with great interest, "This matter is indeed my fault. If Young Master Gu really wants to settle accounts, I will certainly accompany him."

Upon hearing these words, Gu Shaoan seemed to sense something amiss from Jiang Nanyue's reaction, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Nanyue's gaze had already shifted to Sun Baifa standing to the side.

But when he looked at Sun Baifa's old face, his gentle expression when facing Gu Shaoan instantly turned serious.

"So it was you who rescued that old woman?"

Sensing the change in Jiang Nanyue's expression and even tone, Sun Baifa couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Then, feeling resentful, Sun Baifa slowly said, "I've heard that Baifa Sanqianzhang is proficient in a method of replenishing yin with yang, which allows him to stay young forever. This old man is almost a hundred years old, and the wrinkles on my face could trap mosquitoes, but you still have such a delicate appearance. I wonder how many men have fallen victim to you over the years!"

As he spoke, Sun Baifa glanced at Gu Shaoan, his tone noticeably more playful.

Hearing what Sun Baifa said, Jiangnan Yue's already composed expression darkened even further.

"Since you know about my affairs, it seems that the old woman was indeed rescued by you."

In response, Sun Baifa said, "You're over a hundred years old, almost two hundred. If you want to fight, then fight. What's with all the nonsense?"

Even the usually mild-mannered Sun Baifa felt a surge of anger at the thought of his younger sister being nearly killed.

Facing Jiangnan Yue, Sun Baifa was too lazy to waste any words.

Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed across Jiang Nanyue's face.

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as Jiangnan Yue finished speaking, she shifted her feet slightly and slid out like a white shadow across the ground.

Facing Jiangnan Yue, Sun Baifa sneered and his figure also leaped two zhang.

When the two were still two zhang apart, Jiang Nanyue spread out her five fingers and slightly rotated her palm.

The next instant, the palm wind of the "Red Dust Palm" exploded in front of her palm. It was clearly just a simple palm strike, but within a range of about ten feet, it was as if an invisible dust tide was sweeping up.

The air currents churned, stirring up the damp mist and fallen leaves from the pool. The mist was kneaded by the palm wind into layers of turbid waves that rushed along the ground.

The force wasn't sharp, but it felt as heavy as the weight of the world, making one's chest feel tight and one's joints feel stiff.

Faced with Jiang Nanyue's move, Sun Baifa did not take it head-on. He simply turned slightly to the side, took a small half-step, and held his pipe horizontally in front of him.

With a slight flick of Sun Baifa's wrist, the pipe emitted a short buzzing sound. The energy traveled along the pipe shaft before being dissipated, causing the pebbles by the pool to bounce and crack into small pieces when they fell back to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Baifa flipped his wrist, and his pipe first touched and then flicked, drawing an invisible arc in the air. It was clearly a gesture of retreat, but it deflected Jiang Nanyue's palm strike by half an inch.

It was just a matter of half an inch; the palm wind grazed his sleeve, cutting a thin gash in the fabric, but the edge of the sleeve never actually touched his flesh.

Jiang Nanyue's eyes turned cold, and her palm strike suddenly changed.

"The Sun family's 'Heavenly Secret Staff Technique'? You are the Heavenly Secret Elder, Sun Baifa?"

Seeing that Jiang Nanyue recognized his "Heavenly Secret Staff Technique" so quickly, Sun Baifa felt a little uneasy, but he just chuckled and replied, "It is indeed your grandfather."

"court death"

Upon hearing Sun Baifa's words, Jiang Nanyue's face darkened. He feinted with his left palm while his right palm twisted inward and outward, his energy shifting from thick to sharp, and a razor-sharp chill suddenly appeared amidst the swirling dust of the world.

As the wind swept past, a row of moss on the shore was whipped up, along with the damp soil, as if a giant hand had ripped the earth apart.

Sun Baifa did not launch an attack, but instead stepped, turned, and shifted positions, moving his hand and pipe with him.

Every movement he made seemed to be half a beat ahead, and the landing point of his pipe seemed to have been planned in advance.

Gu Shaoan, who was standing to the side, had his eyes gleaming with golden light at some point, as he began to use the "Emperor's Qi Observation Technique" to observe the battle between the two. Under Gu Shaoan's observation, Sun Baifa lightly tapped the tip of his pipe in the air, seemingly touching empty space, but in reality, he was tapping at the crucial moment when Jiangnan Yue's energy was about to rise.

That's the way of "Heavenly Secret Staff Technique" to calculate heavenly secrets and anticipate the enemy's moves, drawing the opponent's moves into one's own rhythm, making the opponent expend more effort with each change of move, thus revealing a slight opening.

Jiangnan Yue's lips twitched slightly, and suddenly she leaped up, her body rising half a zhang high. As her clothes fluttered, her white hair suddenly spread out in the night wind.

The next moment, her white hair was no longer just flowing strands, but resembled a slender sword filled with vital energy.

All three thousand strands of hair were stretched straight, each strand gleaming with a cold white luster. The tips of the hair trembled slightly, and a series of fine, whistling sounds filled the air.

She was in mid-air when her hair fell first, like a torrential downpour of white swords, so dense that there were almost no gaps, covering Sun Baifa's face and vital points.

The air by the pool was shattered into pieces, the mist was twisted into fragments by the sword energy, and hissed and crackled on the stone surface, leaving countless tiny white marks.

Sun Baifa finally raised his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He held his pipe horizontally, the shaft swirling in his palm with a faint aura of energy. The move appeared simple, yet it instantly revealed layers of power: first sealing the upper body, then pressing the middle, and finally sweeping the lower body with a final, sharp movement. Each strike aimed not at severing a single hair, but precisely deflecting the most fatal strands by a fraction of an inch.

Wherever the pipe reached, strands of hair rained down like an invisible net, dense yet broken into manageable strands, which he then guided away one by one.

But Jiangnan Yue's hair was too thick, too fast, and too ruthless.

The next moment, as she landed, her right palm lashed out again, the palm wind and the rain of swords from her hair overlapping one after the other, the palm force pressing down and the hair taking lives.

The heavy weight of the Red Dust Palm strikes like an invisible wall, causing a momentary stagnation in one's energy. Taking advantage of this momentary stagnation, the three thousand strands of hair slip into the gaps, piercing the throat, eye sockets, and heart.

The water surface near the shore was pressed into a depression by the force of the air, and then suddenly exploded. The water droplets hovered in mid-air for a moment before being blown away into white mist by a second wave of air.

After watching for a while, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but nod to himself.

In terms of pure strength, Jiang Nanyue can be said to be the strongest female expert Gu Shaoan has seen in recent years.

Whether it's their mastery of martial arts, their combat experience, or their skills, they have all reached an extremely high level.

In fact, his strength is definitely no less than that of someone at Zhu Wushi's level.

Faced with Jiang Nanyue's offensive, Sun Baifa frowned slightly and finally stopped just deflecting attacks without launching one.

He slammed his pipe down hard, and with a "crack," a shallow crater appeared on the stone surface. With that slam, he released his inner energy, and a more solid halo rose around the pipe, like a silver-gray spine standing upright in the night.

The next instant, he smoothly lifted his hand, using the pipe to deflect the most solid point of the palm strike, while simultaneously cutting into Jiang Nanyue's side and front through that gap.

All of this happened extremely quickly, as if he had long anticipated that the overlapping moves of Jiangnan Moon Palm and Hair would leave a "must-pass" rhythm.

Jiangnan Yue's eyes narrowed suddenly, her white hair swirled back like a tide, the strands twisting into several thin bundles in the air, each bundle like a sword, slashing in the opposite direction at Sun Baifa's waist and abdomen.

At the same time, Jiang Nanyue raised his left palm again, and the surging energy of the mortal world pressed down within a zhang, making the air seem to be kneaded into a turbid wave, forcing Sun Baifa's sharp step forward to slow down by half a point.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiangnan Yue's hair brushed against Sun Bai's clothes, cutting several neat slits in the fabric. The shredded fabric fell and was crushed into fine flakes by the palm wind before it hit the ground.

Taking advantage of this slight delay, Sun Baifa changed the course of his pipe and returned to the "leading" approach.

He doesn't directly confront the sharpness of the hair; he only uses the force of the stick to control the rhythm.

The pipe struck three times in quick succession, each strike seemingly aimed at the "shadows" of Jiangnan Yue's shoulder, elbow, and wrist, forcing her to retract her palm strikes prematurely and her hair to momentarily retreat in defense.

In an instant, the energy and shockwaves between the two collided, creating visible ripples that whipped up pebbles from the pool and bent and bounced the treetops. In the darkness, white hair gleamed like blades, palm strikes surged like tides, and the tobacco pipe moved like a thread. One move after another, their power was so overwhelming that it was almost impossible for a third person to breathe.

It must be said that Sun Baifa's mastery of the "Heavenly Secret Staff Technique" has reached an extremely high level.

Even Gu Shaoan couldn't help but nod in admiration at the precision with which the situation was handled and the timing was captured during the battle.

Gu Shaoan stood by the pool, his clothes fluttering and falling back down with the ripples of air. His gaze remained fixed on every turning point in their fight, as if he were watching a game of chess with pieces moving at lightning speed. Every time Sun Baifa moved half a beat ahead of time and placed his foot, it was precisely in the gap between when Jiang Nanyue's power was about to be fully unleashed.

However, in his prime, given Sun Baifa's mastery of the staff and his own "Heavenly Secret Staff Technique," he might not be weaker than Jiangnan Yue.

However, Sun Baifa had previously exhausted his original power to save Sun Tianfeng, and was currently in a weakened state, with his strength dropping by 30%.

At first, he and Jiang Nanyue were evenly matched for a short period of time, but as time went on, the subtle difference in their abilities began to emerge.

Ten breaths later, Sun Baifa's breathing eased slightly during the battle, and the slight delay in his footwork caused a brief pause.

Jiangnan Yue's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, her white hair swirled like a tide, and a few strands of hair suddenly circled around the edge of the tobacco pipe, like a line of silver light emerging from the darkness.

Sun Baifa swept his pipe across his hand again, blocking most of the attack, but ultimately failed to deflect every single wisp.

The moment a strand of hair brushed against her, her clothes tore.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Baifa's clothes were cut open by a few strands of hair, and several narrow wounds appeared on his chest and arms, with blood lines almost touching his skin. Then, the night wind blew, making him feel cold.

At the same time, the remaining force of that palm strike pressed down, like a heavy wave crashing against his chest. Sun Baifa groaned in his throat and couldn't help but take several steps back. His shoes scraped a shallow mark on the wet stone before he could barely regain his balance.

This scene caught Sun Xiaohong's eye, and her face instantly turned pale. Her fingers clenched tightly, and she couldn't help but say, "Brother Gu."

Hearing Sun Xiaohong's voice, Gu Shaoan said softly, "Don't worry!"

The gentle yet resolute voice eased Sun Xiaohong's tension slightly.

Just then, a very faint sound of wind breaking suddenly filled the air.

A graceful figure came from afar, skimming along the valley, her form as swift as willow catkins flitting across the treetops.

Gu Shaoan recognized the person at a glance; it was Zhou Zhiruo, who slept next to him every day.

Jiang Nanyue, who was about to press her advantage, stopped in the next instant. She slightly pulled back her white hair and stopped her palm strike.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Sun Baifa quietly exhaled a breath of stale air, his fingers gripping the pipe tightened slightly, and after regaining his balance, he turned his head to the side.

Immediately afterward, in their sight, they saw Zhou Zhiruo using her lightness skill to descend from the mountaintop. Her clothes fluttered, and she landed with remarkable stability, using the mountain walls and tree trunks for leverage as she plummeted straight into the valley.

As she landed, her toes touched the stone surface first, and with a twist of her body, she dissipated the momentum of falling. Her hair and sleeves were blown backward by the aftershocks.

Her gaze swept quickly across the situation in the valley, noticing the injuries on Sun Baifa's body and the murderous aura emanating from Jiang Nanyue beside him, and a sense of vigilance suddenly rose in her heart.

But when her gaze fell on Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo's face lit up with joy, and her tension eased slightly in an instant.

(End of this chapter)