Shocking Jianmen

"Holy Physique?" Gu Qingfeng murmured with slight confusion.

Meng Yan was already so excited he could barely speak coherently. He began explaining, "Physiques in this world are divided into six tiers: Celestial Physique, Holy Physique, Divine Physique, Spirit Physique, Treasure Physique, and Mortal Physique. Your Innate Sacred Physique and Seven-Aperture Exquisite Physique are both Holy Physique-tier constitutions—especially the Innate Sacred Physique, which stands at the very peak even among Holy Physiques!"

As Meng Yan spoke, he couldn’t help but swallow hard, a strange flicker of emotion flashing deep in his pupils.

"What? So it’s only a Holy Physique? There’s actually a higher tier like Celestial Physique?" Gu Qingfeng grumbled, dissatisfied.

He had assumed his Innate Sacred Physique would at least be among the top-tier, if not the absolute best. Yet it turned out to be only second-tier.

Damn!

This won’t do. Would this even be enough to command respect? Maybe I should reveal my Prison-Suppressing Dragon-Elephant Physique too.

Based on Gu Qingfeng’s calculations, the Prison-Suppressing Dragon-Elephant Physique should also be Holy Physique-tier.

However, Meng Yan’s next words dispelled his intention.

Meng Yan, hearing Gu Qingfeng’s complaint, immediately bristled with indignation. "You’re not satisfied with possessing two Holy Physiques?! Do you have any idea how rare this is? Even in the Sword Gate Holy Land, among the younger generation, only one disciple possesses a Holy Physique! As for the Seven Peaks’ Holy Sons, most only have Divine Physiques!

"And Celestial Physique? That’s a constitution reserved for Heavenly Emperors! A Celestial Physique cannot be innate—no one is born with it. It can only be attained through cultivation. Since ancient times, those who have achieved a Celestial Physique have almost always ascended to become Heavenly Emperors.

"To put it simply, a Celestial Physique is a prerequisite for becoming a Heavenly Emperor. Not everyone with a Celestial Physique will become one, but every Heavenly Emperor must possess one."

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes lit up. So Celestial Physiques were that overpowered—directly linked to Heavenly Emperors? Well, that settled it.

No need to reveal the Prison-Suppressing Dragon-Elephant Physique. Better keep it as a trump card. Two Holy Physiques should be enough.

"Then, with these two Holy Physiques, I should at least be able to earn the Sword Gate’s attention, right?"

Meng Yan scoffed. "Attention? Forget attention—if you wanted to become a Holy Son right now, I bet even the Sect Master would agree without hesitation."

"What’s the status of a Holy Son? How many are there in the Sword Gate?"

"You know the Sword Gate is divided into Seven Peaks, right? A Holy Son is the designated successor of each Peak’s Sovereign! So there are seven Holy Sons in total. With your talent, plus the fact that the Reverse Scale Sword has already acknowledged you as its master, becoming a Holy Son would be as simple as getting a recommendation from a Peak Sovereign.

"So, kid, how about it? If you become my disciple, I’ll guarantee you the position of Holy Son for my Reverse Scale Peak." Meng Yan tempted him.

"Become your disciple?!" Gu Qingfeng exclaimed in shock.

Are you kidding me? Me, bowing to a demonic cultivator as my master?

"What? You’re unwilling? Do you even realize how many people beg on their knees just for the chance to become my disciple? Their numbers could encircle the Sword Gate twice!"

"Heh." Gu Qingfeng chuckled dismissively and said no more.

By now, the group had arrived at the Sword Gate. Under Meng Yan’s lead, they smoothly passed through the sect’s protective formation and entered its inner grounds.

The moment they stepped into the Sword Gate’s territory, Gu Qingfeng was immediately struck by an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, accompanied by the fragrant aroma of spirit herbs and celestial flowers.

Ethereal music drifted through the air, carrying profound and mysterious truths within its melodies.

Before them stretched a breathtaking paradise—waterfalls cascaded like silver rivers, mountains towered with divine radiance, and the very scenery seemed infused with immortal majesty. Golden palaces gleamed under swirling mists of immortal qi, rainbow bridges arched across the skies, and cranes danced gracefully among the clouds.

Countless disciples, looking every bit like celestial beings, soared through the skies—some riding flying swords, others enveloped in divine light as they darted between peaks. There were even fairy-like maidens, their robes fluttering like petals, gliding amidst the clouds as they gathered morning dew and absorbed the essence of dawn.

Gu Qingfeng and the other two flew on their swords toward the main peak, where the Sect Master’s palace stood.

Along the way, many disciples recognized Meng Yan and immediately paid their respects.

But the moment their eyes landed on Gu Qingfeng, every single one of them—male or female—froze in stunned silence.

"Is this man a banished immortal descended to the mortal realm?"

"Cloaked in seven-colored radiance, bathed in sacred light, with the very threads of the Dao intertwining around him—just what kind of figure is this?!"

Such were the exclamations from the male disciples.

As for the female disciples, their attention was more drawn to Gu Qingfeng’s appearance.

Already handsome beyond measure, Gu Qingfeng’s features had now been refined to near-perfection by his Innate Sacred Physique. The effect on these young women was nothing short of devastating.

"There exists a man this peerlessly elegant in this world?!"

"His attire seems to be entirely composed of divine artifacts—could he be the young master of some ancient primordial family? If only I could..."

While they were busy staring, Gu Qingfeng was also observing them.

"Tsk tsk, the Sword Gate’s ladies are quite the lookers, eh? Hey, Old Meng, slow down a bit—what’s the rush?"

Hearing himself addressed as "Old Meng," Meng Yan’s eyelid twitched violently. Ignoring the remark, he instead accelerated his flying sword.

With a whoosh, the trio vanished into the horizon as a streak of light.

Moments later, they arrived before a grand palace constructed entirely from white divine jade.

"Sword Maniac, stay here with Gu Qingfeng. I’ll go in and announce our arrival," Meng Yan instructed before entering alone.

Inside the palace, the Sword God Dugu Wei sat upon the highest throne, flanked by the Seven Peaks’ Sovereigns.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, Gu Qingfeng has been brought before you," Meng Yan announced with a cupped fist.

"Good work. Bring him in," Dugu Wei replied calmly.

The Seven Peaks’ Sovereigns wore varying expressions, their curiosity barely concealed. They had long wanted to see just what kind of heaven-defying genius this Gu Qingfeng was—someone who could suppress all the prodigies of the Green Wood Domain and even slay a Heaven-Man Realm expert despite being at a lower cultivation level.

Some of the more critical-minded among them were already thinking, If this kid doesn’t show anything particularly impressive, I’ll definitely persuade the Sect Master to take back the Reverse Scale Sword and the Emperor’s Scripture. Then we’ll just hand him over to quell the outside world’s fury.

"Sword Maniac, bring Gu Qingfeng inside," Meng Yan called out to the doors.

Under the collective gaze of the assembly, the palace doors slowly swung open.

The moment everyone laid eyes on the figure stepping inside, they were struck dumb.

A peerlessly handsome youth strode in—eight feet tall, clad in a Black Flood Dragon Treasure Robe, crowned with a Purple-Gold Diadem, shod in Violet Python Golden-Scale Boots, and wearing the Reverse Scale Longsword at his waist. His entire being exuded a sacred, crystalline glow, wreathed in seven-colored mist, with the very principles of the Dao intertwining and pulsing around him.

His bearing was transcendent, his aura unrivaled.

He looked like an immortal who had descended from a painting, untouched by the mundanity of the mortal world. His eyes, in particular, were as deep and boundless as the starry sky, seemingly capable of piercing through all truths and mysteries of existence.

(Of course, Gu Qingfeng had secretly activated his Truth-Seeking Eyes—though he didn’t dare use them to scrutinize the crowd. He merely kept the passive effects active, giving his eyes an otherworldly gleam, like divine contact lenses.)

Anyone who saw Gu Qingfeng’s appearance at this moment would inevitably wonder—Just which immortal had descended to the mortal realm?

The hall fell into absolute silence as everyone stared at him, stunned beyond words.

After what felt like an eternity, one of the Sovereigns suddenly gasped, "Twin Holy Physiques! Such a thing truly exists in this world?!"

The other sect leaders quickly snapped out of their daze, captivated by Gu Qingfeng's transcendent demeanor, and upon closer inspection, they all gasped in astonishment.

"It truly is a Dual Sacred Physique—no wonder this young man could surpass all the other prodigies."

"Just as the Sect Master said, Gu Qingfeng possesses the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor!"

"With such a disciple, the Sword Sect is destined to rise again!"

Listening to the exclamations of the crowd, Dugu Wei couldn't help but smile faintly, inwardly marveling at his own keen eye for talent.

What did it matter if he offended a few sects for the sake of a disciple with a Dual Sacred Physique?

This was a Dual Sacred Physique, after all! A Sacred Physique was the strongest constitution beneath the Immortal Physique, and a Dual Sacred Physique was practically unrivaled among Sacred Physiques—second only to an Immortal Physique itself!