After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In-Chapter 158: Let the Killing Begin

Gu An opened his eyes.

Looking at his own status.

His current status was indeed Poisoned.

But this poison had accompanied him for more than twenty years.

"Does he truly believe I will advance to Golden Core in his eyes?"

"Or does she have enough wealth not to care about this kind of consumption?"

"If I could advance to a higher realm, my strength would also be notable, I wonder if I could resolve the poison in my body."

But advancing further would be difficult.

So far, the people he had observed here, those he couldn’t see through, were mostly Golden Core.

Such cultivation was indeed decent; it granted some identity and status at the foot of the mountain, but only there—and this was still the worst peak of the Sect.

He could only say it allowed him to distance himself from many Inner Sect Disciples.

Yet he had not escaped this place.

Luckily, it was enough to stir up the whirlpool of corruption.

Otherwise, he could have been suppressed the moment he made a move.

On the last day of February.

The air carried a chill.

However, for a Cultivator, this chill was nothing.

Especially for those after Foundation Establishment.

As the first ray of sunlight fell, many Disciples gathered here.

After cultivating all night, many had some doubts.

It was natural to come here to ask questions.

It also prevented any accidents during cultivation.

Gu An joined the crowd asking questions.

He intended to casually find a spot in line.

Unfortunately, he saw the middle-aged man who had been thrown out before.

The Qi of the other person was indeed somewhat off and needed to be adjusted.

Otherwise, it would be dangerous.

The person clearly noticed the problem but was consistently unable to solve it.

He could only come here to seek solutions.

Sadly, due to the lack of Spirit Stones, the people here had no intention of helping.

Gu An silently moved behind him to see if things would go smoothly this time.

However, this place was originally meant for free discourse and techniques.

Meaning, the Sect established this place for better cultivation of the disciples.

Sadly, where many people gather, interests inevitably emerge.

With interests come hierarchies.

Those above wished to obtain more, hence they could only extract more from those below.

And Qianchen Peak, the most mixed of personnel, naturally saw various happenings.

Kickbacks, corruption, exploitation.

All would appear one after another.

And when such matters accumulated, resentment and discrepancies in the accounts would also pile up.

Thus, a vent was needed, as well as an event to balance the accounts.

That would be the anti-corruption purge of Qianchen Peak.

The heavy sword would fall, easing resentments and erasing bad debts.

And to achieve these, some people had to be sacrificed.

Junior Sister Bai Qing, who managed the Iron Heart Wood Logging Ground, Gu An in the Spiritual Treasure Vault, and other senior and junior brother and sisters, even a master with significant status, would all be sacrifices.

Such a crime was too heavy for him, a common disciple.

His only option was as Chu Meng suggested, to make a big fuss and then let the forces under the heavy sword compete.

He could then try to find a way out.

The eventual outcome was hard to predict.

But it surely would be better than taking the blame.

Soon, Gu An saw the senior brother in front of him enter the room.

But not long after, he was pushed out.

"Senior brother, I have Spirit Stones," the middle-aged man shouted into the room, "I have brought Spirit Stones."

"The situation varies in severity; your Spirit Stones aren’t enough for your case," came the indifferent voice from inside the room.

"Then, senior brother, can you give me some credit? Resources will be distributed tomorrow, I can write an IOU, I’ll come back and settle it tomorrow," the middle-aged man said.

"No credit," the voice inside remained as cold as ever.

The middle-aged man still wanted to say something, but he was immediately restrained by the guard: "Are you disregarding me?"

"Senior brother, please let me in, I feel that my body’s condition is not optimistic," pleaded the middle-aged man.

"You want to check your status without Spirit Stones? If everyone were like you, wouldn’t the senior brothers and sisters be worn out?" the guard scoffed:

"No way then go borrow Spirit Stones. If you can’t borrow, it shows your IOU has no credibility.

Understand?

Get out."

He said, directly throwing the person out.

The loud voice made the people around them glance over.

But soon, they withdrew their gazes.

It seemed all too common.

When the man was about to fall, Gu An steadied him.

He originally intended to start trouble on the pretext of asking questions.

Now he could make use of the other party.

"This fellow cultivator, he only lacks Spirit Stones, he hasn’t committed any wrong," Gu An said to the guard.

"No wrong?" The guard sneered, "Disrupting other disciples’ inquiries, isn’t that a fault?"

"Can’t he ask?" Gu An looked at him and said.

"Sure, he can ask, but he has no Spirit Stones, what qualification does he have to ask? Isn’t it right for me to intervene if he doesn’t leave?" the guard sneered back.

Gu An did not yield an inch and continued: "You should know this fellow cultivator is having issues with his Qi, hovering on the brink of deviation.

Can’t there be some flexibility here?"

While speaking, he secretly helped the other party regulate his body, considering it a payment for using him.

Thus, they owed each other nothing.

At this moment, the guard laughed heartily, "Flexibility? What do you think this place is? A house of great charity? Without Spirit Stones, you are nothing here, do you understand?"

The guard approached Gu An and lightly slapped his face, saying:

"What are you, to dare question this place?"

"Isn’t this place provided by the Sect for free inquiries?" asked Gu An.

Hearing this, the guard was momentarily stunned, then started laughing, "So you are new here, eh? I’ll let you understand what kind of place this is."

As the words fell, he slapped him.

A slap that could severely injure a person.

Bang!

Blood splattered.

Everyone thought Gu An was done for.

However...

They saw that Gu An stood in place unmoved, whereas the guard was sent flying.

Seemingly kicked out.

Blood sprayed out.

At this moment, the guard roared angrily, stood up and attacked, "Take him down, cripple him!"

Immediately, several guards converged to attack.

Either Late-stage Foundation Establishment or Perfect Foundation Establishment.

Gu An wasn’t rushed; he just kept fending off their attacks.

"You old thing, who do you think you are? Do you even have the right to meddle in matters here?"

"Or do you just cover the sky with one hand here?"

"Yes, we do cover the sky with one hand, what can you do about it? What are you worth? You are just the most numerous, most useless disciples from Qianchen Peak."

The guard roared and launched a punch.

Directly repelling Gu An.

Gu An stood in place, looking at the many guards in front of him, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Since arriving at Qianchen Peak, he had become much more restrained.

He even wanted to use everyone’s resentment to cause trouble.

So that the higher-ups would take notice.

Thus, buying himself some maneuvering time.

He hadn’t even resorted to killing anyone.

He tried his best under the rules.

But...

These people were using the rules to suppress others.

Because they controlled the lower-level rules, preventing the lower levels from reaching the higher-ups.

Everyone they came into contact with was their own people.

How could he be a match under normal circumstances?

It seemed like failure was destined from the beginning.

Hope was dim, and the only choice left was to step outside their rules.

An, three feet of life.

Just a woodcutter.

Just wanting to log.

Alas, heaven does not fulfill the wishes of men.

"Today, you will not be leaving," shouted the injured guard, stepping forward and attacking Gu An.

Boom!

A punch was thrown.

But it felt like hitting a bronze wall and iron barrier.

Gu An caught the opponent’s fist and then gently twisted it.

Crack!

Bang!

The arm flew off, blood scattering around.

A shrill scream erupted.

"You dare, I’ll kill you!" the guard shouted angrily.

But Gu An’s hand was already on the other’s head, and with a squeeze.

Bang!

Blood burst forth.

In front of everyone’s eyes, the skull was crushed on the spot.