Seeing Gu Chengyin standing still, Jiang Qingshan turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.
His expression was full of warmth, but a hint of scrutiny hid within his slightly narrowed eyes.
Gu Chengyin still didn't move. His gaze passed over Jiang Qingshan's shoulder, looking toward the overlapping pavilions and flying eaves in the distance.
Those pavilions were built against the mountain, hidden among the clouds and mist. Occasionally, cultivators rode their swords past, their sword glare like rainbows.
Ever since he learned that the Golden Core Realm was bound to the sect rather than the individual...
Gu Chengyin began to ponder a question: how to swallow up the entire Qingjian Sect.
Should he divide and conquer, or use a combination of grace and might?
Should he support the younger generation, or win over the elders?
He had deduced countless plans in his mind. Every single one was comprehensive and detailed, and every single one was foolproof.
But at this moment, standing in the plaza of the Qingjian Sect, feeling the mountain breeze blow past his sleeves...
Gu Chengyin suddenly felt...
These methods were all too troublesome and too slow.
The Qingjian Sect was an immortal cultivation sect, not the Great Luo Imperial Court.
They didn't care about political maneuvering and scheming here, nor did they care about the art of checks and balances.
Only one thing mattered here.
Power.
Absolute power.
And as it so happened, he possessed exactly this kind of power.
The corners of Gu Chengyin's mouth curled up slightly.
In terms of identity, he was the heir of the Qingyun Immortal Clan, the Junior Preceptor to the Crown Prince, the Head of the Internal Affairs Department, the Right Vice Minister of Rites, and the Marquis of Equal Status.
In terms of strength, he was the leader of the Sect Inspection Team, and the composition of this inspection team could be called the strongest in history.
In terms of cultivation methods, he cultivated a peak Heaven-tier method, the Qingyun Incantation.
It was the ancestor of the Qingjian Incantation.
His bloodline carried a natural suppression.
Shangguan Yunying's reaction had already proven this point.
Therefore, Gu Chengyin didn't need to divide and conquer, he didn't need to use grace and might, and he didn't need any convoluted methods.
He only needed to do one thing.
Crush them.
"Junior Preceptor Gu?"
Seeing that Gu Chengyin still wasn't moving, a flash of surprise crossed Jiang Qingshan's eyes as he called out again:
"Is something wrong?"
Gu Chengyin slowly retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Qingshan. He smiled:
"Sect Master Jiang, there is no rush to rest."
Just as his voice fell.
Boom!
A majestic aura suddenly erupted from Gu Chengyin's body!
Breathing technique, amplified!
Qingyun Incantation, operating at full power!
This time, Gu Chengyin held nothing back.
The aura of the peak Foundation Establishment Realm poured out like a tidal wave, but it wasn't an ordinary spiritual energy pressure. It was something more fundamental.
Bloodline suppression.
This was the absolute crushing weight of a peak Heaven-tier cultivation method over a lower-tier one; it was the natural deterrence of the Qingyun Immortal Clan over the Qingjian Sect.
The Qingyun Incantation and the Qingjian Incantation originated from the same source, but one was the master, and the other was the servant.
In the next breath.
Throughout the entire Qingjian Sect, all the disciples who cultivated the Qingjian Incantation felt their hearts violently shake at the exact same moment!
It wasn't fear, nor was it fright. It was a trembling from the depths of their souls, an utterly irresistible urge to submit.
Like a young beast meeting a king, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like...
The brand carved into their bloodlines was forcibly awakened at this moment.
In the central plaza, the disciples who had been curiously watching froze in place.
Some dropped their longswords with a clatter, some went weak in the knees and fell directly to the ground, and some turned pale and trembled all over, lacking even the strength to raise their heads.
Further away, in the pavilions, in the quiet rooms, on the sword terraces...
Anyone who cultivated the Qingjian Incantation, no matter what they were doing, felt the suppression from the depths of their bloodline at this moment.
Some were meditating, and their true qi instantly fell into chaos.
Some were conversing, and their voices abruptly stopped.
Some were riding their swords, and their sword glare directly dissipated.
"What is this...?"
"What's going on?!"
"My Qingjian Incantation... My Qingjian Incantation is trembling!"
"Over there! It's coming from the plaza!"
Shocked gazes were cast toward the central plaza.
And in the central plaza, Jiang Qingshan's expression drastically changed.
He was at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm and had long since comprehended the Qingjian Incantation to its limits.
But right now, as Gu Chengyin's pressure enveloped him, he clearly felt it.
He was trembling.
It wasn't fear, it wasn't shock, but submission.
Like a servant seeing a monarch, like a descendant seeing an ancestor, like...
The Qingjian Incantation was telling its cultivator: You cannot touch this person.
Jiang Qingshan clenched his jaw, the spiritual energy in his body circulating madly as he desperately resisted the suppression from the depths of his bloodline.
He was in the Golden Core Realm, so he could remain standing.
But what about the disciples?
Jiang Qingshan swept his peripheral vision and saw that a large swath of Qingjian Sect disciples had already fallen to their knees.
Some lay sprawled on the bluestones, trembling all over.
Some propped themselves up with their hands, cold sweat raining from their foreheads.
Some were deathly pale, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Their Qingjian Incantation, their pride, their cultivation bases that they were so proud of—all of it collapsed before the bloodline suppression at this moment.
"Is this... the Immortal Clan?"
An elder muttered, his voice full of disbelief, "It's the true Qingyun Immortal Clan..."
Gu Chengyin stood where he was, unmoving.
The corners of his mouth were still curled up in a smile so faint it was almost invisible, but in the eyes of the kneeling disciples, he looked like a god looking down upon all living beings.
He didn't ride a sword, he didn't cast a spell, he didn't even use any techniques. He just stood there quietly, releasing his aura.
But it was exactly this aura that pressed down on the entire Qingjian Sect so hard they couldn't lift their heads.
No political maneuvering, no scheming.
Just standing there.
Of course, amidst the sea of kneeling figures, there was an exception.
Jiang Jianli.
When Gu Chengyin's aura swept over, she subconsciously circulated the Qingjian Incantation to resist.
But in the next second, the aura bypassed her.
The bloodline suppression that was enough to make any Qingjian Incantation cultivator fall to their knees didn't touch her in the slightest.
Jiang Jianli was stunned. She stood there, looked at her fellow disciples kneeling beside her, and then looked at Gu Chengyin standing with his hands behind his back.
She suddenly understood something, and a gentle smile appeared in her eyes.
Like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.
The more she looked, the more pleased she was.
"Junior Preceptor Gu..."
Jiang Qingshan's voice sounded again, carrying a bit of hoarseness and suppressed anger.
He stood there, his white robes trembling slightly under the pressure, his aged face full of struggle.
He was in the Golden Core Realm, so he could remain standing.
But just because he could stand didn't mean he wasn't suffering.
That bloodline suppression continuously assaulted his Qingjian Incantation.
It was as if a voice was repeatedly echoing in the bottom of his heart: Submit.
Jiang Qingshan gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Gu Chengyin, emphasizing each word, "What is the meaning of this?"
Gu Chengyin met his gaze, his smile unchanging.
"Sect Master Jiang, didn't you want to rest?"
Jiang Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly.
Rest.
That was what he had hinted at earlier—to verify the Immortal Clan's inheritance first before discussing the inspection.
And by releasing his aura at this moment, Gu Chengyin was telling him:
Fine, rest.
But it wasn't Gu Chengyin who would rest; it was the people of the Qingjian Sect who would rest on their knees.
This was a show of strength.
It was also a declaration to the entire Qingjian Sect:
He, Gu Chengyin, was not only the heir of the Qingyun Immortal Clan.
He was also the master of the Qingjian Sect.
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