11: Chapter 11 The Emperor Exerts Pressure, Gu Chen Draws His Sword

"Let's go." Gu Xuan rose from his reclining chair. His tone was calm—exceptionally calm.

"Let's go meet this Zixiao Sacred Land."

Gu Chen was stunned. "Ancestor, just us few?"

"That is enough."

Gu Xuan glanced at him. "What, are you afraid?"

"Not at all! With Ancestor here, what do I have to fear!"

Gu Qingqing and Gu Huahua had just run out a short distance when they were pulled back by a gentle force from Gu Xuan.

"Ancestor? What is it?" Gu Qingqing blinked her eyes.

"I'm taking you out for a stroll," Gu Xuan smiled. "And by the way, I'll teach you how to use the power within your bodies."

The two little girls immediately became excited.

"Okay! Okay!"

With a wave of Gu Xuan's hand, the four of them instantly vanished from the spot.

Only Clan Leader Gu Tianhua was left standing in the wind, feeling disheveled.

Never mind the Ancestor; even his own son didn't spare him a single glance.

It felt as if he wasn't even his father anymore.

What a fine son he had!

"Could it be that because I am just a pile of old bones, I've been abandoned?"

No matter what, he was still the current Clan Chief!

...

At the entrance to the Spirit Mine.

Over a dozen Zixiao Sacred Land Disciples were either sitting or standing, their expressions arrogant.

In front of the mine cave, several Gu Family members lay on the ground.

One of them had a sunken chest and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth; he was already unconscious.

The others, though awake, were covered in wounds and couldn't even stand up.

A middle-aged man wearing purple Daoist robes stood with his hands behind his back, his aura powerful.

Eighth Level of the Sovereign Realm!

He was Steward Zhao Hong, stationed there by the Zixiao Sacred Land.

"A bunch of things that don't know whether they are living or dead."

Steward Zhao Hong looked at the Gu Family members on the ground, a contemptuous smile hanging on his lips.

"A mere small Family that just emerged—do you think you're something special just because you wiped out the Tianming Sect?"

A Disciple nearby immediately echoed, "Steward Zhao is right! What is the Tianming Sect? They were nothing more than a dog guarding the gate for our Holy Land!"

"Now that the dog is dead, changing to a new dog to guard the gate—that is the rule!"

Another Disciple laughed loudly. "But this Gu Family has quite a bit of nerve. To think they actually dare to come and ask for the Spirit Mine? Are they trying to turn the world upside down?"

"Turn the world upside down?" Steward Zhao Hong sneered. "They aren't even as good as the Tianming Sect. At least the Tianming Sect had an Sovereign Realm expert holding down the fort. And this Gu Family?"

He paused, his tone becoming even more disdainful.

"The strongest in the Gu Family is an Old Ancestor who has been in seclusion for hundreds of years; at most, he's at the fifth or sixth level of the Sovereign Realm."

"Wiping out the Tianming Sect? It was nothing more than a sneak attack while Mo Cang was in seclusion."

"Such cheap tricks, and they dare to show them off in front of the Holy Land?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The news of Gu Xuan wiping out the Tianming Sect was passed around by Cultivators.

But it was too magical, leading no one to believe that Gu Xuan had wiped out the Tianming Sect with a single sneeze.

Consequently, they only felt it was possible once they heard it was a successful sneak attack.

Clearly, they had underestimated Gu Xuan's strength.

"Steward Zhao, what if the Gu Family cannot hand over the Spirit Stones within ten days?" a Disciple asked.

Steward Zhao Hong's eyes turned cold.

"Cannot hand them over?"

He raised his foot and stepped on the hand of the unconscious Gu Family member.

Crack.

The sound of bone fracturing!

"Then add another ten percent."

"If they still cannot hand them over, add more."

"Add until they are bankrupt, selling their sons and daughters."

"I would like to see how long this Gu Family can remain tough."

The Gu Family member on the ground twitched all over from the pain, yet could not make a sound.

Steward Zhao Hong retracted his foot with satisfaction and brushed the non-existent dust off his boots.

"Remember, in this Qingyun Province, the Holy Land is Heaven."

"If Heaven lets you live, you can live."

"If Heaven makes you die."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely cold voice came from behind.

"If Heaven makes you die, you must die?"

Steward Zhao Hong's pupils contracted, and he turned around abruptly.

Four figures appeared out of thin air outside the Spirit Mine.

The person in the lead had white hair gently fluttering, their eyes indifferent as ice.

Behind them followed a young man and two little girls of eleven or twelve years old.

Steward Zhao Hong frowned, subconsciously sensing the other party's cultivation.

He couldn't sense it.

He looked again.

Still couldn't sense it.

It was as if what stood before him was not a living person, but a void.

Steward Zhao Hong's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, but he quickly suppressed it.

There were only two possibilities for this situation: either they had cultivated some kind of Cultivation Technique to hide their cultivation to deceive others, or the other party's cultivation was higher than his own.

But he was an Eighth Level of the Sovereign Realm expert; he had his own confidence and was not someone a small Family could shake!

"Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Gu Chen stepped forward, glaring angrily. "People of the Gu Family! You injured my clansmen, and yet you dare to ask who we are!"

Steward Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Oh? From the Gu Family?"

He looked the few of them up and down, his gaze finally landing on Gu Xuan.

"Are you the one who wiped out the Tianming Sect?"

Gu Xuan did not speak.

He merely looked at the unconscious clansman on the ground and the pair of hands that had been crushed.

His eyes grew colder and colder.

Seeing him not speak, Steward Zhao Hong thought he had been frightened by the Holy Land's reputation.

His attitude became even more insolent.

"What, here to ask for the Spirit Mine? You should have heard clearly what I just said, right?"

"Seventy percent of this Spirit Mine belongs to the Holy Land, and ten percent acts as an entrance fee. Within ten days, deliver the Spirit Stones to the Zixiao Sacred Land."

"Remember, it is to deliver them to the Holy Land, not to wait for me to come and collect them."

Gu Chen was shaking with anger. "You..."

"Me what?" Steward Zhao Hong interrupted him. "Unconvinced? Even if you're unconvinced, hold it in for me."

He pointed to the unconscious Gu Family member on the ground.

"This is the consequence of not listening."

"If it weren't for the fact that you just took over, today wouldn't be as simple as injuring three people."

After finishing, his gaze swept over Gu Qingqing and Gu Huahua.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

"Hmm?"

A trace of greed flashed in Steward Zhao Hong's eyes.

These two little girls seem to have a very good Physique!

He licked his lips.

It just so happens that the Holy Land is recently refining a Medicinal Pill and lacks two medicine catalysts.

If he could supply the two medicine catalysts, perhaps he could revoke the mistake he committed previously and return to the inner sect to be an Elder!

He could even go a step further!

Ice and fire fused, Yin and Yang perfectly balanced.

Thinking of this, his eyes became even more greedy.

"Leave these two little girls behind, and I can cut this year's Spirit Stones in half for you."

Hearing this, Gu Chen instantly flew into a rage!

"You are courting death!"

He took a step forward, and the Hidden Abyss Emperor Dragon Sword instantly unsheathed!

A Dragon roar exploded!

His cultivation at the Peak of the Spirit Sea Realm erupted with full force, and his Sword Intent soared into the sky!

Steward Zhao Hong did not even blink.

The pressure of the Eighth Level of the Sovereign Realm crashed down.

Gu Chen's figure stalled; he was forcefully pinned in mid-air, unable to move.

"Spirit Sea Realm? Is that it?" Steward Zhao Hong laughed, laughing wantonly and arrogantly.

"With just this bit of ability, you dare to draw your sword in front of me?"

"Your Gu Family really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

He turned his head to look at Gu Xuan, his eyes full of mockery.

"Do you see? The so-called Genius in your clan cannot even stand steadily in front of me. This is the gap between the Holy Land and ant-like families like yours."

"If you know what's good for you, leave the two little girls behind and take your people and get lost."

"Otherwise, you'll have a hard time!"