The disciples of the big sects or aristocratic families paid the most attention to the foundation, but Chu Xiu's foundation was not inferior to theirs.
With the Xiantian Skill as the starting point, it made up for Chu Xiu's previous shortcomings in cultivation. Recently, Chu Xiu obtained the Great Art of Chaos of Heaven and Earth from the Sorrowful Poem of Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth, which evolved his Internal Force into the Origin of Chaos, which was even more powerful and vigorous to the extreme.
When Chu Xiu took that step forward, his aura instantly turned the world upside down. It was as if he had transformed from an ordinary person into an ancient demonic god in an instant.
As he stepped out, the Great Art of Chaos of Chaos of Heaven and Earth was exerted to the extreme. The Gang Qi around Chu Xiu was invisible and intangible, but there were visible fluctuations.
As he stepped out again, people on the entire fourth floor felt the inside of the building shake. Chu Xiu's foot seemed to step on their chests, which made them feel very depressed.
These were just the senses of ordinary people. Cha Kui, who bore the brunt, felt as if his chest was hit by a big hammer, and a trace of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Chu Xiu took three steps forward, each step stronger than the one before, and each step more oppressive than the one before. By the time Chu Xiu arrived in front of Cha Kui, his face was already flushed red, and he was sweating profusely!
But at this moment, Chu Xiu's momentum completely disappeared. In an instant, like the spring wind and rain, his momentum fell from the peak to the extreme.
"Clang!"
The heavy sword in Cha Kui's hand directly fell to the ground, and with a bitter face, he said in a slightly stiff Eastern Qi accent, "I lost."
The waiter suddenly looked at Cha Kui dumbfounded and said in surprise, "Lord Cha Kui, what are you doing?"
Cha Kui ignored the waiter and directly made a very strange bow to Chu Xiu, saying, "You are a strong man. What Cha Kui admires the most is the strong man. You are qualified to enter the fifth floor."
Just now, he could already feel the terror of Chu Xiu's aura. It was like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. Once it descended, it would cause the sky to fall and the earth to crack.
When the saber was hidden in the scabbard, it was the scariest. Chu Xiu's attack was the same. The aura of each step climbed to the peak, but no one knew where Chu Xiu's peak was. Each step gave Cha Kui a great deal of pressure.
The last straw that broke the camel's back was that Chu Xiu took the initiative to loosen that powerful aura, displaying his powerful control over Gang Qi that made people despair.
Cha Kui was born with divine strength. With his own strength, he could even fight against a Physical Invulnerability Realm martial artist. But when facing Chu Xiu, he did not even have the courage to draw his sword.
The waiter beside Chu Xiu was stunned. With his current realm, of course, he could not understand the contest between Cha Kui and Chu Xiu. But since Cha Kui said that he had already admitted defeat, and even made a rare bow to Chu Xiu, which was a small tribe, his attitude explained everything.
The waiter said to Chu Xiu respectfully, "Sir, you can go up directly. There will be someone up there to welcome you. I am not qualified to enter the fifth floor yet."
As Chu Xiu's figure stepped into the fifth floor, the people on the fourth floor suddenly burst into an uproar. They began to discuss who Chu Xiu was.
This was not the first time they had come to the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion. Regardless of whether they were martial artists from Eastern Qi or not, there were many who wanted to challenge the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion. There were also many who could pass Cha Kui's test.
But most of them had to withstand ten moves from Cha Kui before they could enter. Only a small number of them had defeated Cha Kui and entered. But no one could force Cha Kui to admit defeat without even using one move. Who was this person?
These people were familiar with most of the young talents on the Longhu List. Most importantly, if a famous young talent was here, they would not need to pass through the floors one by one. Naturally, there would be a waiter who would directly bring them to the last five floors.
Chu Xiu didn't recognize this person. Just who was he?
Chu Xiu could not be bothered with the surprise of the people below. But the fifth floor of the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion really surprised Chu Xiu.
The lower four floors were mainly decorated with dazzling gold and jade, but the fifth floor was very simple and elegant. There was a trace of simple and unadorned aura everywhere.
Seeing Chu Xiu step into the fifth floor, the martial artists on the fifth floor subconsciously forgot about Chu Xiu. When they saw that Chu Xiu was an unfamiliar face, they revealed a look of sizing him up.
In the past, the fifth floor of the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion was mostly filled with the more outstanding martial artists of the younger generation of Eastern Qi and some of the more famous martial artists. Everyone knew each other. It was not until the God Weapon Conference that so many outsiders came.
In the fifth floor, a Xiantian martial artist dressed as a waiter walked over. When he saw Chu Xiu's appearance, his eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. With a trace of doubt, he asked, "Young Master, are you from the Guanzhong torture room?"
The attendants on the lower four floors were mainly used to serve ordinary martial artists and wealthy merchants. Therefore, they were only in the Blood Condensation Realm and did not see through Chu Xiu's identity.
The attendants on the last five floors were not weak. Although they were called attendants of the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion, in reality, they were the Prince of An Le, Jiang Wenyuan's retainers. They were also the kind of people who were knowledgeable and quick-witted. They could almost see through Chu Xiu's identity at a glance.
However, the Guanzhong torture room had always kept a low profile. Apart from handling cases, they would not appear in Jianghu and would not participate in any of the various gatherings.
Moreover, in his impression, the people in the Guanzhong torture room were all middle-aged and experienced constables. There were very few young people like Chu Xiu, so he was not sure if he was Chu Xiu.
This time, Chu Xiu had come to the God Weapon Conference with the mission of spreading the name of the Guanzhong torture room. Therefore, he did not hide anything and said directly, "Yes, I am under the Guanzhong torture room, Guanxi Patrol Chu Xiu."
When the attendant heard this, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. He could be considered to be familiar with the Guanzhong torture room, so he naturally knew what kind of position the Patrol had in the Guanzhong torture room. They were definitely part of the central power of the room.
The person in front of him had become a Patrol at such a young age and was sent by the Guanzhong torture room to participate in the God Weapon Conference. It seemed that the Guanzhong torture room was not going to keep a low profile this time. This was big news, and he had to report it to the lord later.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Dragon Gaoling Pavilion was a place where the elites of Jianghu ate, drank, and enjoyed. It was a place to show their status. But in fact, to Jiang Wenyuan, this place was used to make friends with the elites of Jianghu and to inquire about information.
However, the attendant felt that the name Chu Xiu sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"Young Master Chu, are you going to stay on the fifth floor or continue to go up?" the attendant asked.
Chu Xiu smiled and said, "Which is better, the treatment on the fifth floor or the seventh floor?"
The attendant said, "Of course it's the seventh floor. In the last five floors, the dishes and drinks prepared on each floor are different. The seventh floor is the best floor apart from the last two floors that are not open to the public."
"Then let's continue upwards."
The cultivator nodded and directly led Chu Xiu to the entrance of the sixth floor. Sure enough, there was a guard here. However, it was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and had a hideous scar on his face.
The people on the fifth floor were also sizing up Chu Xiu. Those who were able to enter the fifth floor were at least at the Inner Aura Stage. Moreover, they were considered experts within the Inner Aura Stage. An ordinary Inner Aura Stage martial artist would not be able to withstand a few strikes from Cha Kui.
Their knowledge was not as shallow as the people on the lower four floors, who only knew to judge a book by its cover. There were almost no mediocre people who could enter the fifth floor.
"This is His Highness' retainer, the 'Blood Rain Cold Light Sword' Xiao Ting of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect. If Young Master Chu can last fifteen minutes under Mister Xiao's sword, you can reach the sixth floor."
Hearing the name of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, Chu Xiu could not help but examine Xiao Ting. He seemed to have a "fate" with the Ba Mountain Sword Sect.
Back in the Northern Yan, he had killed Zhang Baitao of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect. Similarly, the "Green Lightning Sword" Chen Jiao, who followed behind the Heaven Sin Division Leader and sucked up to him, was also from the Ba Mountain Sword Sect.
Chu Xiu also found something very interesting. The Ba Mountain Sword Sect seemed to have a problem with how they educated their disciples. Why did they always have abandoned disciples? It made him feel like he was deserted.
While the attendant did not say that Xiao Ting was an abandoned disciple, even an idiot would know why a disciple of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, one of the seven sects and eight schools, would come all the way from West Chu to Eastern Qi to be a retainer of a king. If this wasn't an abandoned disciple, what was?
In Chu Xiu's view, some of Jiang Wenyuan's actions seemed to be seeking death.
The attendants on every floor of the Dragon Assembling Pavilion were not weak, and his hanger-ons were also the cream of the crop among those of the same level. One could imagine just how powerful his Prince of An Le's Palace was.
A King Anle raising so many powerful warriors, if this wasn't seeking death, then what was? When he, the King Anle, could no longer give the Eastern Qi royal family "peace," then his peace would probably come to an end.
At this time, the attendant said to Xiao Ting in a low voice, "This is Master Chu who represents the Guanzhong Torture Room."
The Dragon Gathering Pavilion did not set this rule to offend people, but to distinguish between some true young elites and those who wanted to take advantage of the situation. So retainers like Xiao Ting only played the role of a touchstone. If someone was injured in the process, then it would be self-defeating. So the attendant specially reminded Xiao Ting of Chu Xiu's background and told him to pay attention.
Xiao Ting nodded calmly and said to Chu Xiu, "Master Chu, be careful. My sword is very fast."
Chu Xiu grinned and said, "My blade is also very fast."
Xiao Ting expressionlessly pulled out the long sword with a bright red edge. He had guarded the door of the sixth floor for a long time. What kind of young elites had he not seen? It was normal for these young elites to be confident and arrogant. But it was a pity that these so-called young elites would quickly be defeated.
In terms of cultivation speed at the same age, he indeed couldn't compare to these young geniuses that came from the great powers, but his sword technique was forged from slaughtering his way through a rain of blood!
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