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Chapter 493 With such strength, who dares to make a fuss?

Upon hearing what Gu Shaoan said, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were slightly taken aback.

After exchanging a glance, Yue Buqun spoke up: "Young Master Gu, are you mistaken? According to what I am referring to, Uncle-Master Feng Qingyang perished long ago in the Huashan Sword Qi Competition."

After a pause, Yue Buqun continued, "Moreover, even if we take a step back, Uncle-Master Feng Qingyang is a disciple of the Sword Sect. Even if he were still alive, he would only be in the Huashan Sword Sect now, not in my Huashan Qi Sect."

Gu Shaoan said calmly, "Then why does Sect Leader Yue want to think about why I only came to your sect after I killed Linghu Chong?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun was taken aback for a moment.

Then it flashed through his mind and he immediately understood what Gu Shaoan meant.

"Does Young Master Gu mean that Cong Linghu Chong has met Martial Uncle Feng Qingyang within my Huashan Sect?"

Gu Shaoan said gently, "That's right, and it was also thanks to Feng Qingyang's instruction that Linghu Chong mastered a top-level swordsmanship technique."

Seemingly not wanting to linger here any longer, Gu Shaoan spoke again before Yue Buqun could speak: "Yes and no, we'll find out when Sect Leader Yue takes us to the Cliff of Contemplation. If Feng Qingyang isn't in your sect, I will naturally leave as well. Or is it that Sect Leader Yue is worried that I might have some other thoughts about your sect?"

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Yue Buqun quickly replied, "Young Master Gu is joking. With Young Master Gu's strength, if he truly wanted to harm my Huashan Sect, there would be no need for such trouble."

Given Gu Shaoan's status and strength, if he wanted to enter Huashan and sneak into the Cliff of Contemplation without anyone noticing, let alone ordinary disciples, even Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze would not be able to detect it.

Being able to pay homage to the mountain in a proper and respectful manner is already a great honor for the Huashan Qi Sect and Yue Buqun.

If Yue Buqun were to continue rambling after saying all that, he would be rather tactless.

Immediately, Yue Buqun stepped back and gestured, "Young Master Gu, Miss Mei, please."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Gu Shaoan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

After Yue Buqun gestured for Ning Zhongze and the others to wait, he turned and led the way for Gu Shaoan.

After watching Yue Buqun, Gu Shaoan, and Mei Jiangxue climb the mountain, Yue Lingshan asked Ning Zhongze beside her, "Mother, who exactly is this Feng Qingyang? Why have I never heard you mention him before? Sword Madman, how come he has such a nickname?"

In response to Yue Lingshan's question, Ning Zhongze explained, "It's normal that you don't know because you're young. This Uncle Feng was quite famous in the martial arts world back then. It is said that he had already reached the Qi Condensation stage when he was in his forties, and his swordsmanship was divine. Back then, his strength in both the sword and qi sects of Mount Hua was second to none."

"It is also because Uncle Feng is an absolute martial arts fanatic. In his youth, he was fearless and willful. When he first entered the martial arts world, he was fearless and fought many bloody battles with his enemies. His fighting style was also ruthless and crazy. In addition, his surname was "Feng", so he was given the nickname "Sword Madman" in the martial arts world.

At this point, Ning Zhongze sighed softly.

"We all thought that this Uncle Feng had perished in the sword qi competition, but we didn't expect him to still be alive. Moreover, he may have been hiding in our Huashan Qi Sect all these years. It seems that he is unwilling to move away from the Huashan ancestral home of Taihua Mountain with the Huashan Sword Sect."

Yue Lingshan suddenly realized, "So that's how the nickname 'Sword Madman' came about!"

Immediately afterwards, Yue Lingshan seemed to have thought of something and asked again, "Mother, why do you and Father both have nicknames, but that Young Master Gu is already a top-notch expert, yet I've never heard anyone call him by a nickname?"

Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "This young master Gu is a genius, and his strength is astonishing. How many people in the world are qualified to give this young master Gu a nickname?"

Yue Lingshan asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Ning Zhongze raised her hand to stroke her daughter's hair, looked at the white figure that had already disappeared into the distance, and explained softly, "In the martial arts world, a martial artist's nickname usually comes from two sources."

"The first type is the name given by martial artists after sparring with each other, based on the opponent's martial arts style or personality traits. For example, your father's 'Gentleman's Sword' was given to him after sparring with Liu Zhengfeng, a senior brother from the Hengshan Sect, who praised it."

"The second type is that it is given by senior martial arts practitioners or people in the Jianghu based on their deeds and martial arts skills, and it spreads over time."

At this point, Ning Zhongze paused slightly, a hint of awe flashing in her beautiful eyes: "And this young sect leader Gu is a genius. According to the information released by the imperial court and the rumors circulating in the martial arts world over the past few years, although this young sect leader Gu has not officially entered the Celestial Realm, he already has the strength to kill a Celestial Realm expert."

"With such strength, who dares to make a fuss?"

"Take Master Zhang of the Wudang Sect, for example. His skills are unparalleled, and he is invincible. Have you ever heard of anyone daring to give Master Zhang any 'nickname'?"

Yue Lingshan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, everyone respectfully calls him Master Zhang."

“That’s right.” Ning Zhongze’s tone softened slightly. “When people reach the level of Master Zhang or the strength of Young Master Gu, how many people in the world are qualified to give them nicknames? If some ignorant person were to give them an unpleasant nickname, and it reached the ears of the person in question, wouldn’t that just bring trouble upon them?”

"With Young Master Gu's strength, wiping out an entire family is as easy as turning one's hand. So, when people in the martial arts world face her, who would dare to make any irrelevant comments about her nickname?"

Yue Lingshan suddenly realized, then blinked curiously, "What if we choose something with a nicer sound? Like 'Sword Immortal' or 'Demoted Immortal'?"

“That’s not appropriate either.” Ning Zhongze chuckled. “Such a title is too ostentatious and not everyone likes it. At the level of Young Master Gu, the name ‘Gu Shaoan’ itself is the best brand, which carries more weight than any nickname.”

Yue Lingshan nodded and said, "That's true. I've never seen Father react so strongly when he hears someone's name before. He trembled all over and his face turned white."

A mountain breeze blew by, fluttering Ning Zhongze's clothes. She gazed in the direction of the Cliff of Contemplation and sighed softly, "Shan'er, you must remember, in the martial world, having no nickname is often more terrifying than having one. Because it means that this person's strength has transcended the constraints of the martial world's rules, reaching a level that everyone can only look up to and dare not comment on."

Yue Lingshan nodded as if she understood, and when she looked at the end of the mountain path again, she felt a little more hopeful.

"I wonder if I'll ever be like him, someone who makes people turn pale with fright just by hearing the name 'Yue Lingshan'." Half an hour later.

The mountain path gradually becomes steeper, and the stone steps end, replaced by a rugged path winding between the cliffs.

Ancient pines hang upside down on both sides, shrouded in mist, with a bottomless abyss below. Occasionally, a mountain breeze sweeps by, making one's robes flutter as if they might be swept into the boundless sea of ​​clouds at any moment.

Yue Buqun led the way, his posture still steady, but his expression became increasingly solemn.

Although he did not believe that his Uncle Feng was still alive, let alone that he was hiding on the Cliff of Contemplation, Gu Shaoan's words were so certain that they made him uneasy.

If Feng Qingyang has truly been staying within his Huashan Qi Sect all along, what is his purpose?
Upon reaching a precipice, Yue Buqun paused slightly and turned to the side, saying, "Young Master Gu, Miss Mei, the Cliff of Repentance is just ahead."

Gu Shaoan looked up and saw a huge rock platform jutting out from the cliff.

The rock platform is about ten zhang in circumference. The ground is uneven and crisscrossed with ravines eroded by wind and frost. On both sides are sheer cliffs that are difficult for monkeys to climb, and in front is a bottomless precipice where clouds rise and fall.

On the other side of the rock platform was a natural stone cave, with an entrance about the height of a person. It was deep and dark, and several blue stones were scattered outside the cave. One of them was flat and smooth, obviously from years of meditation.

The most striking feature is the stone wall above the cave entrance.

The stone wall, weathered by wind and rain, bears the three large characters "Siguo Cliff" (meaning "Cliff of Repentance") deeply engraved on it with a sharp tool.

The characters are vigorous and powerful, penetrating the stone deeply, and exuding a sharp sword intent, clearly the work of a master swordsman.

Around the stone wall, there are countless crisscrossing sword marks of varying depths, some like swimming dragons, others like startled swans, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The mountain winds grow even stronger here.

A fierce wind howled, cutting like a knife, whipping up sand and dust that wailed as it swept across the ground.

"This is the forbidden area of ​​our sect, the Cliff of Repentance. After the sword qi dispute, if any disciple of our sect committed a serious offense, they had to face the wall here to reflect on their mistakes. That rebellious disciple Linghu Chong once reflected on his mistakes here."

"Unfortunately, these heartfelt words went in one ear and out the other, and the traitor paid no heed to them. Now, he has brought about his own demise."

Gu Shaoan did not reply, but slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes.

The next instant, the sword pellet inside Gu Shaoan's body trembled slightly.

"Om~"

A sword cry, audible only to Gu Shaoan, echoed within his body. Immediately afterward, an invisible and intangible sword intent surged from between his brows, spreading outwards like a tide.

As the sword intent permeated the air, it quickly merged with every blade of grass, every stone, every grain of sand on Mount Taihua, even the flowing clouds and howling mountain winds.

Everything seemed to connect with Gu Shaoan at this moment because of his sword intent, and could be mobilized by him in an instant, transforming into a "sword".

It was also at the moment when Gu Shaoan merged his sword intent into the world of Mount Taihua that Yue Buqun was shocked to find that the aura on Gu Shaoan's body suddenly became as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea.

It was as if Gu Shaoan was the very essence of heaven and earth and Mount Taihua.

Yue Buqun subconsciously closed his eyes, only to find that although Gu Shaoan was less than a foot away from him, he could not sense any aura from Gu Shaoan as soon as he closed his eyes.

The fact that Gu Shaoan could remain undetected even at such close range was enough to show that, if he wanted, Gu Shaoan could appear beside him at any time without anyone noticing.

Time passed by, second by second.

Ten breaths later.

As if sensing something, Gu Shaoan suddenly opened his eyes, a sword light flashing in them, piercing through the void.

He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on the southeast, and said in a gentle tone, "Gu Shaoan of the Emei Sect has come to your door today to question you."

The sound wasn't loud, but amidst the echoes of sword intent and mountain winds, it remained concentrated and clear, penetrating into the dense forest to the southeast.

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's voice, Yue Buqun also looked up towards the southeast, his expression becoming more solemn.

A moment later, as the group waited, a figure soared up from the mountainside like a wild goose, rapidly approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As his gaze fell upon the figure, Gu Shaoan also clearly sensed the fluctuations of qi emanating from that figure.

Until it rose with the wind, drifted to the Cliff of Repentance, and stood on the other side of the mountain rock.

The group looked over and saw that the newcomer was an old man with a white beard and a green robe.

The old man looked depressed, his face was ashen, his voice was low, and his expression carried a hint of desolation.

Despite his white hair and beard, the old man possessed a restrained demeanor, with a hint of brilliance in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)