250: Do you regard me, Gu Changsheng, as a stepping stone... Unfortunately, your weight is not enough.

Inside the hall, Old Ancestor Poison Dragon was the first to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the look in his eyes towards Sword Ancestor became even more wary, and his expression flickered, as if he was brewing some malicious scheme.

Seeing that the entire hall had settled down, East Queen Mother nodded, leaned back against the brown peach wood main seat, and said in a clear voice.

"Everyone, please take your seats."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd in the hall became a little restless.

The white cattail mats in the hall changed positions, subtly dividing into three distinct circles.

In the innermost circle, there were only two, close to where East Queen Mother was seated.

The middle circle had eleven seats.

The outermost circle had only twenty seats.

Many Cultivators chatted with each other and took their seats one by one.

"This is..."

Gu Changsheng was slightly surprised.

He noticed that the two innermost mats were empty, and no one dared to sit there.

The Cultivators seated in the middle circle were all Yang Spirit Cultivators above Four Tribulations.

A flash of inspiration crossed Gu Changsheng's mind: "Could it be... that these seats are related to the Pan Tao?"

"Haha, it is indeed as little friend said.

The closer the seat is to East Queen Mother, the better the quality of the Pan Tao obtained will be.

According to past rules, the innermost white jade mats can only be occupied by Seven Tribulation Yang Spirits, who will receive a High Grade Pan Tao.

The middle circle requires at least Four Tribulations cultivation, and one can receive a Medium Grade Pan Tao.

Little friend, your strength is no less than a Four Tribulation Yang Spirit, so you can certainly take a seat in the middle."

Sword Ancestor secretly transmitted his voice.

Immediately, he transformed into a sword light and steadily took one of the only two white jade mats.

'Is it about the difference between Low Grade and Medium Grade Pan Tao...' Gu Changsheng's lips curled up, and he moved his steps, walking towards an empty mat and sitting down steadily.

The two Four Tribulation Yang Spirits who were originally arguing over a mat were stunned on the spot, their faces quickly turning liver-colored, full of anger.

Gu Changsheng's action immediately caused many Yang Spirit Realm Cultivators to frown.

"A newly advanced Yang Spirit dares to sit in a position above a Four Tribulation Yang Spirit, how audacious!"

"Hmph, relying on Sword Ancestor's backing, he acts so unruly. If he's challenged and brought down later, it will be interesting."

"Alas, hard to say.

Sword Ancestor is a Seven Tribulation Yang Spirit. Offending such a powerful being for a Medium Grade Pan Tao is quite unwise."

Many Cultivators dared not speak their anger, conversing privately through voice transmission, yet not avoiding it, as if intentionally letting Gu Changsheng hear, with endless sarcastic remarks.

Gu Changsheng pretended to be deaf, picked up the teacup on the table, and silently took a sip of spirit tea.

'This spirit tea... tastes good...'

Suddenly, a voice transmission entered his ear; it was Immortal East Sea's voice.

"Daoist Gu, perhaps Sword Ancestor did not explain it clearly to you, but the mats in the middle circle are only for those above Four Tribulation Yang Spirit.

It is rumored that in previous Pan Tao Conferences, there were many disputes over mat positions, leading to fights.

If something happens later, it would be unpleasant..."

His words carried a strong sense of advice.

Gu Changsheng, however, smiled wryly.

These words, it seems... were not wrong.

In the eyes of ordinary Yang Spirits, Gu Changsheng was merely a newly advanced Yang Spirit, having not yet passed a single tribulation, perhaps even his magical power had not yet consolidated.

To say that he could rival a Four Tribulation Yang Spirit, if word got out, it would likely cause laughter.

At this moment, Old Ancestor Poison Dragon's sneering voice came from a distant mat: "Are the people of Shu Mountain so ignorant of rules... Or do they think that since their Old Ancestor has advanced to Seven Tribulation Yang Spirit, they can arbitrarily insult everyone present?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it seemed to ignite the anger of the crowd.

Many people's gazes covertly looked towards Sword Ancestor and Gu Changsheng, the fervor in their eyes seemingly wanting to burn through Gu Changsheng and take his place.

In the crowd, Old Ancestor Poison Dragon's mouth trembled a few times, and a Cultivator with an ominous gaze and a hooked nose beside him showed a hint of joy, then stood up.

Cupping his fists, he said: "I am Gao Sheng, a Four Tribulation Yang Spirit Cultivator, and I would like to experience Fellow Daoist's skills."

As soon as these words were spoken, Immortal East Sea and the others gasped.

"Gao Sheng... This person passed his fourth three calamities three hundred years ago. His strength is formidable, and he is especially skilled in Body Refining. Even among Four Tribulation Yang Spirits, he is considered an expert."

"Oh no, it seems he's targeted Daoist Gu."

"Daoist Gu is in trouble. If he retreats, his Origin Qi might avoid damage, but he will lose face and be trampled underfoot.

Even Sword Ancestor and Shu Mountain's prestige will greatly diminish."

"Alas, who told him to be greedy.

He thinks he has Sword Ancestor as his backer, so he completely disregards the rules.

Perhaps, for him, this is not necessarily a bad thing."

Old Ancestor Yuan Mie, who had been silent, suddenly chuckled, shaking his head slightly, his gaze towards Sword Ancestor filled with a hint of disdain and playfulness: "Sword Ancestor, are the people of Shu Mountain so shameless... Why not just admit defeat early to avoid damaging your Dao path."

Sword Ancestor glanced at him, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

He had sparred with Gu Changsheng for three moves in the past, so he naturally knew that he had the strength to rival a Four Tribulation Yang Spirit.

However, the Gao Sheng before him was not ordinary; he was also an expert among Four Tribulation Yang Spirits.

Whether Gu Changsheng could win, he was also unsure.

A hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he was also in a difficult position, caught in an awkward situation.

'Little friend...'

On the main seat, East Queen Mother leaned against the backrest, looking down at the stage with interest.

This was merely an appetizer for the grand event.

Inside the hall, Gu Changsheng's lips curved into an arc.

It seemed he was being treated like a soft persimmon to be squeezed.

'Are you treating me, Gu Changsheng, as a stepping stone... Unfortunately, your weight is not enough...' Gu Changsheng's eyes sharpened, and he said in a deep voice: "A mere Four Tribulation Yang Spirit. If I, Gu Changsheng, cannot defeat you in three moves today, I will have no face to remain here."

"Arrogant!"

Hearing this, Gao Sheng's face darkened, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly.

Whoosh—

An ancient bronze Flying Sword appeared before his eyes, constantly enlarging in his pupils, hurtling towards him with immense power.

"Dao Artifact! How is this possible!"

Gao Sheng shrieked, his body swelled rapidly, muscles bulging high, arms crossed, revealing ancient gray stone imprints.

Stone King Body Protection Technique!

Clang—

The sword body, covered in a hazy Evil Qi, suddenly expanded, sparking countless flames on the gray stone body. With a tearing sound, flesh was ripped apart, shattered stones scattered everywhere, and a huge gray stone arm fell to the ground.

One sword strike severed the arm of a Four Tribulation Body Refining Yang Spirit.

It was simply unbelievable.

Clang—

The sword light rose again, this time the longquan sword aimed at Gao Sheng's head, scaring him into a rapid retreat, and he quickly waved his hand, saying: "Fellow Daoist's sword technique is superb, I, Gao, admit defeat."

As he spoke, he grabbed with his palm, and the incomplete gray stone arm fell into his hand. Then, without looking back, he flew out, directly leaving the royal court.

In an instant, the entire hall was stunned.

"Good heavens, this sword technique is even sharper than Sword Ancestor's back then.

Shu Mountain truly has a successor."

"Tsk tsk, he said three moves, but he subdued Gao Sheng in just one move. Who exactly is the Four Tribulation Yang Spirit?"

"I observe Daoist Gu's relaxed and carefree demeanor, clearly he still has much in reserve, his true strength is probably even higher."

In the distance, Old Ancestor Poison Dragon and Old Ancestor Yuan Mie's eyes were gloomy, and they snorted coldly.

Conversely, East Queen Mother's eyes showed a hint of brilliance.

"Fellow Daoist has found a good seedling.

This person, in the future, will probably be no less than you, this sword barbarian..."

"Haha, Your Majesty is joking." Sword Ancestor laughed heartily.

From then on, Gu Changsheng sat securely, with no one standing up to object.

After all, his overt strength was already sufficient qualification.

If any shameless Five Tribulation or Six Tribulation Yang Spirit were to come forward to make trouble, Sword Ancestor would probably be the first to step in and let them know what it means to bully the weak.

'Indeed... everything should be based on one's own strength...' Gu Changsheng sighed in his heart.

Thinking of the Heaven And Earth Treasure that might appear at the Pan Tao Conference for a Middle Stage Breakthrough, his heart couldn't help but surge with excitement.