Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi froze on the spot after hearing Gu Changqing's utterly "self-righteous" explanation.
The expression on his livid face shifted several times.
First came disbelief, as though he had heard some utterly preposterous joke.
Then it turned to anger, fury surging from his chest straight to the crown of his head.
Finally, it became an indescribable sense of... pent-up frustration.
He opened his mouth, yet for a moment, he had no idea where to begin cursing.
Just listen to that!
Was that something a human being would say?
What you wanted to take was the Spirit Vein of my Kunlun Mountain!
The ancestral vein of heaven and earth that the entire mountain had nurtured for hundreds of millions of years!
The foundation that sustained the Chan Sect's dojo!
Yet Gu Changqing spoke of it so lightly, as though he had merely come to borrow a few pounds of grain and ask for a cup of water while he was at it.
Anyone who knew no better would have thought the Kunlun Spirit Vein was some worthless piece of junk!
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi felt a blaze of fury lodge in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.
Meanwhile, countless cultivators who had heard the news had already gathered around the outskirts of Kunlun Mountain.
Independent cultivators of every stripe, disciples from minor sects, and even second- and third-generation disciples from some great sects came swarming in.
They dared not get too close, only hovering in the distant sky a thousand miles away and using divine vision techniques to peer toward Kunlun Mountain.
Why pass up a spectacle at a Sage Dojo?
Especially when the person involved was none other than...
The Primordial World's number-one troublemaker, Wine Sword Immortal Gu Changqing!
"Hiss... did I hear that