Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

"Their mountain gate is just ahead!"

After walking through the rugged mountain road, they saw a dilapidated gate standing crookedly in the distance. As for other places, they were all broken walls and ruins, covered by half-human-high weeds.

Everyone was speechless. Is this really a sect? How shabby!

Yang Rong's dissatisfaction grew even stronger. This was the sect he was targeting?

A disciple of the dignified Holy Spirit Academy was beaten to a pulp by the heir of such a dilapidated mountain sect. If this matter were to be spread out, wouldn't the world laugh at him?

He felt a little regretful and thought that he should not have come. Such a small sect that was no different from ruins was not worth his personal trip.

"Is anyone there? Get out!" he shouted towards the mountain gate.

"What are you yelling about? Get out!" Such an impatient voice was heard, and a girl in a dark purple robe appeared in front of the dilapidated mountain gate, followed by a big black dog.

Yang Rong's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Do you know who you are talking to? Go call out the elders of your dojo. I have something to say to him!"

In the back, many young talents from the Holy Spirit Academy were watching the show, looking at Gu Chi curiously.

Only those who had suffered great losses at the hands of Gu Chi had strange expressions. When they looked at the woman in front of them, they felt their hair stand on end and they didn't dare to look up and meet her gaze.

"I asked you to find the elders of your Taoist temple, didn't you hear me?!" Yang Rong asked.

"brush!"

Gu Chi's speed was shocking, and he appeared in front of Yang Rong almost instantly.

Yang Rong's pupils suddenly shrank as he realized that his body was restrained by an unknown force and he could not move.

"boom!"

Gu Chi grabbed one of his arms and threw him to the ground like a rag doll, causing the ground to crack and rocks to fly everywhere.

Yang Rong gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan, surging a strong magical power around his body, trying to break free from Gu Chi's hands, but it failed.

With Gu Chi's physical strength that was almost demonic, at such a close distance, no matter how powerful your magic power was, you would not be able to shake her at all.

Gu Chi treated him like a scarecrow and started throwing him around.

Yang Rong felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, with many bones broken, but that was not the end yet. Gu Chi grabbed his collar and pulled him up, then punched him several times, causing his eyes to become swollen and black, his nose to collapse, and several teeth to fall out. He howled in pain.

In the back, the young men from the Holy Spirit Academy who had come to watch the excitement were all dumbfounded, speechless, and could not believe what they saw.

His cultivation level of the fifth stage of the middle Jindan stage was really not weak, but now he was beaten like a doll by a girl who was only in the early Jindan stage, and he had no power to fight back. This scene really made everyone feel very unreal.

"What is this guy doing here?" Gu Chi threw Yang Rong, who no longer looked like a human being, aside and turned to ask the people from the Holy Spirit Academy.

A group of people were stunned. This woman looked elegant and graceful, but she was so fierce when she started to fight. Where did this freak come from?

Yang Rong felt severe pain all over his body and almost fainted from shame and anger. He could not accept that a man who had reached the fifth stage of the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm was beaten like this by a woman who was only at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me!"

Yang Rong's voice trembled, and he shouted loudly while enduring the severe pain.

"Oh? Who are you?" Gu Chi asked.

"I'm from the Prince of Xiang's Mansion, and the Prince of Xiang is my cousin!" Yang Rong shouted with all his might.

There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes as he stared at Gu Chi. Although the royal palace affiliated with the dynasty could not compare with those transcendental big forces, it was enough to scare many small sects. He felt that if he moved out of the Prince of Xiang's Palace, he would definitely be able to intimidate the woman in front of him.

Gu Chi opened his eyes wide and stared at him with a strange look.

"I'm from the Prince of Xiang's Mansion. The Prince of Xiang is my cousin."

Gu Chi had said such words many times before, but he didn't expect to hear it from someone else today.

Seeing her like this, Yang Rong sneered in his heart. The power of the princes was indeed strong. Even if they were not in their own country, they could still deeply intimidate these small and insignificant sects.

"Are you scared now?" Yang Rong sat up cross-legged and sneered at Gu Chi.

Around, some people who had no knowledge of the Hongmeng Dojo were shaking their heads and sighing. This small, broken mountain sect was really unlucky. They could have offended anyone else, but had to offend the people from the palace.

"You are from the Prince of Xiang's Mansion, and the Prince of Xiang is your cousin?" Gu Chi circled around him several times with a strange look on his face.

"That's right!"

"The Xiang Palace of Qian Kingdom?"

"That's right!"

Hearing this, Gu Chi's expression became even more strange. Could it be that he really met a fellow countryman in a foreign country?

"What is the name of the current King of Xiang?" Gu Chi asked.

"Yang Yi." Yang Rong became more and more confident, because in his opinion, Gu Chi was afraid and was carefully confirming with him.

"Did the previous Prince of Xiang die in Beiyin Mountain?" Gu Chi asked again.

Yang Rong was shocked when he heard this. How could these things be spread to the Jiuli Dynasty?

"Are you from Qian Country too?"

Hearing the other party ask this, Gu Chi was basically certain that the Xiangwang Mansion mentioned by this person was indeed the Xiangwang Mansion she was thinking of.

Back then, in the secret realm of Beiyin Mountain in Qian Kingdom, the young Prince of Xiang, who had just inherited the throne of the Prince of Xiang’s Mansion, died at her hands.

Meanwhile, Yang Rong didn't care how Gu Chi knew about the previous King of Xiang, nor did he care whether she was also from the Qian Kingdom. He sat cross-legged and healed his wounds, staring at Gu Chi coldly and saying, "I've already given you a chance. Even if you invite the master of your dojo to come out and apologize, it won't calm my anger."

Gu Chi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Really? Then how can I make up for my mistake?"

Yang Rong stood up. Although his injuries had not yet fully recovered and standing was somewhat labored and reluctant, he still put his hands behind his back and looked down at Gu Chi in a condescending manner, saying, "Are you afraid now? It's too late!"

"Senior Brother Yang, the sect is not at risk of this crime, so there's no need to be so ruthless." Someone spoke up to persuade and plead for Gu Chi.

There were also people who looked like they were just enjoying the fun and fanned the flames, saying, "If we don't vent this anger, where will the dignity of the Prince of Xiang's Mansion be?"

Yang Rong glanced at Gu Chi's legs and said, "Is this your attitude towards apologizing? Your knees seem very stiff."

Gu Chi chuckled and said, "It's okay, why not take a look at yours?"

After saying that, she kicked out directly. There was a crisp sound of "crack". The sound of broken bones could be heard clearly from a long distance, making everyone look shocked.

"Ah--" Yang Rong let out a shrill scream, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and he suddenly knelt on the ground. His severely twisted and deformed legs could no longer support his body.