In Emei, start by obtaining golden attributes.

Chapter 49: A mix of guns and sticks, and a sarcastic tone.
As the leader of the Emei Sect, Miejue may seem reckless, but she is actually quite meticulous despite her seemingly rough exterior.

After turning her gaze away from Gu Shaoan, Miejue first glanced at Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu, and only after confirming that the three of them had not noticed her secret exchange with her disciple did she slowly speak.

“This humble nun is not an unreasonable person. If people in the martial arts world knew that I, Miejue, deliberately tricked Wudang to get back the Heaven-Slaying Sword, my Emei sect would also lose face.”

"Since Young Master Song feels that my actions today were flawed, then please, Young Master Song, personally guide my disciple who has only been a disciple for two months."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly said, "Master, this is not appropriate. Qingshu started cultivating when his meridians were first formed at the age of twelve, and it has been five years now."

"Not to mention that Qing Shu is a few years older and much stronger. If we let Qing Shu fight, it would be too unfair to the abbess's disciple."

In a few months, Song Qingshu will turn eighteen. After years of honing his foundation and cultivating his inner strength at Wudang, even the dockworkers are far inferior to him in terms of physical strength.

Gu Shaoan was only eleven years old; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a child.

If Song Qingshu were to fight Gu Shaoan, it would be tantamount to an adult bullying a child.

Extinction snorted: "If the way of martial arts were simply about having some strength to run rampant, then the martial world would have long been dominated by those who practice external skills. What would be the point of us practicing martial arts at all?"

"Moreover, I observe that although Young Hero Song is quite tall, his conduct is not as good as that of my young apprentice who is still a child."

"In that case, I will pretend that I am not a few years older."

Hearing Miejue's words, not only Gu Shaoan, but even the elders of Emei, such as Juechen, pursed their lips tightly.

Previously, when facing Extinction in Emei, everyone thought that Extinction's words were as cold as ice.

But today they realized that the extinction that had always been so ruthless in their eyes was actually quite gentle.

If you say such things to them on a regular basis, after a few times, it might leave them with some kind of emotional distress.

There's a saying that goes, "When you achieve great success, those who come to greet you are all kind and polite."

As Wudang's status in the martial arts world rose, every martial arts comrade that Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu encountered spoke softly and treated others with courtesy.

How could anyone be like Extinction, armed with guns and speaking in a sarcastic and unsettling manner?

Faced with what Miejue said, not to mention Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu, even Song Yuanqiao felt a tightness in his chest, yet he didn't know how to retort.

Suddenly, Miejue changed the subject: "However, as previously agreed, if my disciple loses in the competition, I will exchange the Emei Nine Yang Skill with Wudang. If my disciple wins, I will return the Emei Heaven-Slaying Sword."

"Now that your faction is dissatisfied and wants another match, you don't think the conditions should remain the same, do you?"

Zhang Songxi asked, "What does the nun think?"

Extinction said, "Young Master Song, come down and compete with my disciple. If you lose, my conditions will remain the same. But if you win, in addition to the Heaven-Slaying Sword, your sect will also need to copy a copy of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill for me."

Although they already had a guess in their hearts, both Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi frowned when they heard the conditions for extermination.

Although Song Yuanqiao's "Emei Nine Yang Skill" and "Wudang Nine Yang Skill" originated from the same source, the underlying concepts differed due to the different creators. Strictly speaking, they can be considered two different internal energy cultivation methods.

While the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, when placed in Wudang, cannot compare to Zhang Sanfeng's later Pure Yang Limitless Skill, it is definitely a superior internal energy cultivation method.

Even within the Wudang Sect, it's not something ordinary disciples can learn.

If it were an exchange with the Emei Sect's "Emei Nine Yang Skill," it would be a way for everyone to verify each other's martial arts and add another martial art to their respective sects' repertoire.

According to what Miejue said, if Gu Shaoan wins the next competition, Emei will gain the "Wudang Nine Yang Skill".

As for Wudang, they were filled with resentment and grievances.

We've lost a fortune.

For a moment, Song Yuanqiao dared not answer. Seeing this, Miejue chuckled twice, her tone tinged with sarcasm.

"What? Could it be that the Wudang Sect truly has no successors, and even I, a disciple who has only been here for two months, am afraid of them?"

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were not reckless or impulsive people.

Although Miejue's provocation made the two men frown even more, it still didn't make them speak.

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao remained silent, Song Qingshu, who was standing to the side, spoke up anxiously.

“Father, my master wants the Emei Nine Yang Skill, it will be useful. If I can help Wudang get the Emei Nine Yang Skill, I think my master will be happy.”

Although I know this is Song Qingshu's excuse, I have to admit that what Song Qingshu said is also true.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yuanqiao looked again at Gu Shaoan, who was meek and obedient, and sighed.

"Very well! I, Song, accept this bet, Abbess."

He then turned to Song Qingshu and instructed him, "Remember, stop when you've made your point. Don't hurt anyone and disrupt the harmony between the two factions."

Song Qingshu confidently replied, "I know."

Then, Song Qingshu gripped his sword and leaped into the air, spinning once before landing steadily, standing three zhang away from Gu Shaoan.

He exudes confidence and vitality.

The moment he landed, Song Qingshu's gaze immediately fell on Zhou Zhiruo. When he saw that the latter's gaze was on him, a hint of joy appeared on his brow.

Facing Song Qingshu, who was as beautiful as a peacock spreading its tail feathers, a smile flashed in Gu Shaoan's eyes.

"Great, you've been fooled again."

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Gu Shaoan didn't delay. He raised his sword and bowed to Song Qingshu, saying, "Gu Shaoan of Emei, please instruct me, Senior Brother Song."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly, his posture now carrying a hint of arrogance and disdain.

But I still returned the greeting.

"Junior brother, please."

As he finished speaking, Song Qingshu gripped the sword sheath with his left hand and put his right hand behind his back.

They seemed to be waiting for Gu Shaoan to make the first move.

Seeing this, Gu Shaoan sneered inwardly, and his internal energy surged instantly.

Without any warning, Gu Shaoan's figure suddenly blurred on the spot, like a wisp of smoke torn apart by a gale, but instantly mended!

He seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, appearing defying common sense as he appeared three feet to Song Qingshu's left.

Its speed was so fast that the strong wind it generated only made a "whoosh" sound!
The azure sword light burst forth almost the instant he landed, the longsword still in its sheath and not drawn. Facing Song Qingshu, he did not intend to draw his sword, just as before.

He channeled his inner energy into his hand, like a needle or thread, and concentrated his strength into a single point, thrusting it fiercely towards Song Qingshu's left rib with the force of a thunderbolt.

It is the sixth move of the "Willow Catkin Sword Technique" - "Spring Catkins Piercing the Curtain".

The sword strike came too fast, especially the deep whistling sound of the scabbard cutting through the air; one could tell from the sound that the sword contained extremely strong power.

This sent a chill down the spines of all the experts present who were skilled at locating objects by listening to the wind.

(End of this chapter)