Chapter 310: Why don't you give way to me?

Chapter 310 Why don't you give way to me?

Heavenly Demon Emperor?

Gu An looked at the moon outside the window and smirked.

If Ji Xuanyu really pulls it off, according to Qie Wuxing, she’d need to cultivate for thirty thousand years.

Thirty thousand years, huh.

I can’t even imagine how terrifying I’ll be by then.

A measly Heavenly Demon Emperor? I could crush one with ease!

Then I’ll pretend I’m weaker than Ji Xuanyu, let her fight tooth and nail, and just when she’s about to lose it—I’ll step in.

Hmm?

Just thinking about it feels so satisfying!

Gu An chuckled to himself. Instead of getting up to close the door, he pulled out a book and started flipping through it.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Summit had begun. First were the inter-peak sparring matches held around Dao Discussion Peak, making the area extremely lively.

These days, with Xu Xi around, Lu Lingjun had been wandering all over Mortal Peak, gaining a ton of new experiences. Their relationship had grown closer, though Lu Lingjun still respectfully called Xu Xi “Senior.”

The inter-peak competitions went on for nearly half a month. Gu An’s Ding Tian Peak placed third from last among the Divine Peaks—not that he cared much. The disciples of Ding Tian Peak were already used to it.

On this day, the grand banquet of the Ten-Thousand-Year Summit began, with tables laid out all across Dao Discussion Peak.

Gu An joined the feast beneath the starry sky. The banquet was held above a sea of clouds, supported by a massive formation—only those at the Celestial Ascension Stage or above could attend.

That meant Shen Xinzi from the Roving Immortal Stage couldn’t make it—which honestly made Gu An breathe a sigh of relief.

If Shen Xinzi were here, he wouldn’t have shown up.

Among the cloud banquet crowd were hundreds of Celestial Ascension cultivators and over a dozen Free Soaring Immortals. Gu An stood beside Bai Ziyao, listening to him introduce the guests.

More than twenty factions had sent representatives—there were even cultivators from the Holy Court.

The atmosphere was pleasant, and Gu An enjoyed the food immensely.

The dishes here weren’t ordinary fare—just a single bite could save a mortal decades of hard cultivation.

Thanks to Bai Ziyao’s help, Gu An got to know quite a few Celestial Ascension cultivators.

An hour later...

A Free Soaring Immortal suddenly stepped into the middle of the cloud banquet and chuckled, “Dao Lord, I’d like to join Mortal Peak. Would you allow it?”

The moment he spoke, everyone turned to look at him.

Mortal Peak’s main peak lord, Dao Lord Yongnian, gazed at the man and smiled. “Elder Mo Hen, even though you’ve left the Grand Cold Demon Sect for tens of thousands of years, now that they’re in trouble, can you truly sever all karmic ties?”

The other Free Soaring Immortals followed with teasing remarks aimed at Elder Mo Hen.

Bringing up the Grand Cold Demon Sect naturally brought up the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. But Mo Hen wasn’t upset. He looked at Dao Lord Yongnian with a grin and said, “Those losers had it coming. And don’t provoke me—I’m not foolish enough to mess with the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. I suggest you all watch your mouths and avoid entangling yourselves in major karma.”

Once he said that, the teasing stopped.

If even Free Soaring Immortals backed off, then Celestial Ascension cultivators didn’t dare say a word.

Even at the same banquet, the hierarchy was painfully clear—Celestial Ascension cultivators were not the main characters.

Dao Lord Yongnian pondered for a moment. “The position of Peak Lord of Cheng Tian Peak is still vacant. Would you be interested?”

Mo Hen shook his head. “I’ve got my eye on Ding Tian Peak.”

He turned to look toward the crowd, locking eyes on Gu An, and smiled. “Peak Lord of Ding Tian Peak—how about you give up the seat for me?”

Everyone turned to Gu An.

Before Gu An could respond, Bai Ziyao beside him snapped, “What’s that supposed to mean? Bullying the young?”

Gu An blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected Bai Ziyao to be this bold.

Must have strong backing!

Mo Hen wasn’t annoyed. He kept smiling. “There was some internal conflict on Ding Tian Peak back in the day. One of my good friends died there. I’m just feeling nostalgic, that’s all.”

Despite the casual tone, his words left no room for discussion.

The banquet suddenly went silent.

Bai Ziyao looked toward Dao Lord Yongnian. The Free Soaring Immortals were all watching like it was a show, while the Celestial Ascension cultivators cast sympathetic looks at Gu An.

They’d heard Gu An had just become the Peak Lord of Ding Tian Peak. And now, not even a few days in, someone was already trying to push him out?

Who wouldn’t feel awful?

Gu An remained silent. Everyone assumed he was weighing his options. But deep down, he was sighing to himself.

Why do I have such a cursed relationship with the Grand Cold Demon Sect?

Still trying to tangle up karma with me, huh?

Do you really want me to wipe out the entire sect?

Gu An felt no pressure. The strongest person here was two major realms below him—what was there to be afraid of?

He wanted to see where Dao Lord Yongnian stood. If Yongnian didn’t back him, then Mortal Peak wasn’t worth staying in.

As for Elder Mo Hen? Yeah, he was dead meat.

Dao Lord Yongnian finally spoke. “No. Pick another peak.”

His tone brooked no argument—stern and absolute. It made the Mortal Peak cultivators straighten their backs with pride.

No matter what, Elder Mo Hen was still an outsider. Even a Free Soaring Immortal couldn’t act so wantonly.

If Meng Lang got kicked out today, then anyone could be next!

Mo Hen shook his head. “Don’t be so quick to speak. What if this little friend agrees?”

Those last two words were dripping with condescension.

He turned to Gu An. “Little friend, if you give up your seat to me, I won’t treat you unfairly. Name your price.”

Gu An replied, “Thanks for the offer, Senior, but no thanks. I’m not one for relocating.”

Everyone’s expression changed. No one expected Gu An to openly defy Elder Mo Hen—Dao Lord Yongnian included.

At this cultivation level, nobody acted recklessly—unless facing someone far beneath them.

Mo Hen’s smile vanished instantly. His face darkened. “I’m willing to give the Dao Lord face, but have you considered the consequences of offending me?”

Dao Lord Yongnian frowned and instantly appeared in front of Gu An. He looked at Mo Hen coldly and said, “You’ve gone too far.”

Mo Hen stared daggers at Gu An, a cruel smile creeping onto his face. The threat in his eyes was unmistakable.

[Elder Mo Hen has developed hostility toward you. He now hates you to the core. Would you like to use Lifespan Perception on him?]

Hates me to the core already?

No wonder he’s a demonic cultivator—completely deranged.

“

Sigh...

”

Gu An let out a long sigh, drawing everyone’s attention. He stepped around Dao Lord Yongnian and started walking toward Mo Hen.

“What are you doing?” Bai Ziyao quickly grabbed Gu An’s arm.

Gu An was someone he’d brought into Mortal Peak. Seeing him bullied like this made Bai Ziyao furious and ashamed.

Dao Lord Yongnian said, “Meng Lang, no one can hurt you within Mortal Peak. And if anyone tries outside, we won’t let it go either.”

Gu An smiled at Bai Ziyao, gently pulled his hand free, and bowed to Dao Lord Yongnian. Then he continued walking toward Mo Hen.

Mo Hen chuckled—he hadn’t expected the kid to actually walk up to him.

“So, you’re Mo Hen, right? Why are you so hell-bent on pushing me?”

Gu An shrugged, looking helpless.

But he didn’t stop walking. Suddenly, a terrifying aura burst from him, making everyone’s face change—including Mo Hen’s.

With each step Gu An took, his aura surged.

It quickly surpassed the Celestial Ascension Stage—and it was still climbing.

“Impossible...” one of the Free Soaring Immortals gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.

The others were equally stunned. Bai Ziyao was completely dumbfounded.

By the time Gu An reached Elder Mo Hen, his aura had reached the ninth level of the Free Soaring Immortal Stage.

The strongest here was only at the sixth level—and Mo Hen? He was only at the fourth.

Gu An lifted his chin slightly and looked down at Mo Hen. “What did you just call me?”

Mo Hen’s face was a mess—he was completely overwhelmed by Gu An’s aura.

The banquet had fallen into a deathly silence. You could hear a pin drop.

And then, the most shocking thing happened—Gu An reached out and gently patted Elder Mo Hen’s old face.

It wasn’t even a hard slap, but in everyone’s eyes, that was a declaration of eternal enmity.