Old Zhou pulled out a dagger from somewhere, cut open his abdomen, peeled off the entire tiger skin, and then dug through to cut off the tiger penis inside his body.

Gu Yan felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing it, but he was still very envious of its length, and at the same time felt sorry for it. It could be wrapped around a belt several times. No wonder it didn't have a tigress as a companion.

Then Gu Yan sensed the blue stone and felt that it was countless times stronger than the spirit stones he had absorbed. One of them was worth twenty or thirty thousand, and the spiritual energy was much purer.

Gu Yan felt the trip was worthwhile. The spring water had been imbued with a lot of spiritual energy and should be called spiritual springs. He planned to buy a villa when he got back, put the spring water in a swimming pool, and raise a few mermaids.

Ancient sayings only make one feel that life is full of passion.

Then Gu Yan walked over to the skinned giant tiger, waved his left hand, and with a flash of silver light, put the corpse into his storage ring. The other useful parts were put into his storage ring.

Old Zhou was full of admiration. He quickly caught the Qi-Nourishing Pill that Gu Yan threw to him. Smelling the medicinal fragrance, he felt that this one pill could help him break through to a higher realm. He quickly thanked him and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, senior."

"Do you know where the Kaishan Sect is?" Gu Yan asked.

Old Zhou was taken aback, then said, "Senior, the Kaishan Sect is located on a mountain two hundred miles to the west."

“Okay, take me there now, before they run away,” Gu Yan said.

Then Old Zhou quickly put the pills away. If he delayed his senior's journey, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to enjoy this blessing.

On the way, Gu Yan put the sticks into his storage ring. He held the stick belonging to the sect leader of the Kaishan Sect in his hand. It felt particularly cold and had a good weight to it.

“Senior, the Mountain-Splitting Staff is said to have been passed down from the founder of the Mountain-Splitting Sect, and only the sect leaders of each generation can use it.” Old Zhou explained as he watched him playing with the staff.

“Oh? We just happen to need a weapon, this will do,” Gu Yan said.

Then they sped up, straightened their clothes, and slightly disguised themselves.

They then used a wad of red banknotes to rent a car and drove towards Kaishan Sect.

Around five o'clock, the two of them arrived at the mountain gate and looked at the ancient gate with the three ancient characters "Kaishanzong" written on it.

"Which sect do you belong to?" two young disciples asked as they stepped forward.

Gu Yan responded by throwing out two large sticks.

Old Zhou, who was standing next to him, was startled and didn't dare to say anything. He could only follow Gu Yan forward.

With the banner in his right hand and the flying staff and flesh-and-blood harvesting in his left, Gu Yan pushed his way in.

They eventually arrived at a square where more than four hundred disciples stood, each holding a large stick.

The leader was an old man with thinning hair and a skeletal frame, but his strength was even greater than that of the sect leader of the Kaishan Sect. Gu Yan felt that he was close to the peak of the Earth Realm.

"Who are you two fellow Daoists? Could it be that my Kaishan Sect has offended you? This old man apologizes to you both in advance," the old man said calmly.

"Hahaha, old guys, is it because your eyesight is failing you?" Gu Yan chuckled hoarsely, then manipulated the large clubs to smash into the crowd.

"Ah, those are the Mountain-Splitting Staff, and the weapons of the elders and deacons!" a disciple shouted.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and then his body trembled slightly. The Kaishan Sect was destroyed.

He then picked up a large stick and said in a hoarse voice, "Set up the stick formation and let these two thieves avenge the sect leader and the elders and deacons."

"Yes." Hundreds of disciples surrounded Gu Yan and his companion. Among them were dozens of those in the early and middle stages of the Profound Realm, more than two hundred in the Yellow Realm, and the rest were all stronger than ordinary people.

Old Zhou was so frightened that he dared not move at all and could only rely on ancient sayings.

Gu Yan was very excited. He then poured his spiritual energy into his hand and unleashed a powerful handprint, instantly creating a gap and sending twenty or thirty people flying backward.

"Hahahaha." Gu Yan laughed loudly. This was indeed the most satisfying way to fight.

He then activated his Wind Control Technique, maneuvering the large staff as it charged into the crowd.

Immediately, screams of agony filled the air.

"Ah, Master, save me!"

"He's here, let's go together."

...

Shouts and cries of despair filled the air.

The old man still hasn't figured out Gu Yan's strength, and more than a hundred of his disciples have already fallen.

"Get back, all of you." After saying this, the old man jumped out and smashed towards Gu Yan.

Gu Yan immediately recalled his Mountain-Splitting Staff. The two clashed, and Gu Yan didn't move. The old man was forced back more than ten steps before he regained his footing. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling. He had just been looking down at the old man, but he was directly knocked back.

Knowing in his heart that this was a tough opponent, although unwilling, he still clasped his hands and said, "I don't know where my Kaishan Sect has offended you, senior, and caused you displeasure."

Gu Yan grinned, revealing himself to be an old man, which immediately terrified the people of the Kaishan Sect.

"Can't I just not like you guys?" Gu Yan said.

Immediately, he swung the large club around again, each blow taking at least a dozen lives.

"Ah, disciples, all of you step back! Run wherever you can!" the old man shouted, realizing he'd encountered a madman today.

He then picked up a large stick to block Gu Yan, and he noticed that when they fought, the large sticks in the sky were noticeably slower.

Gu Yan directly sent him flying with a powerful handprint.

"Ah, charge! Avenge our elder! We disciples of the Kaishan Sect will never back down!" a Xuanjing disciple shouted, then rushed towards Gu Yan.

"Yes, I would rather die in battle than abandon my fellow disciples."

Gu Yan looked at these fearless people and licked the blood splattered on his face.

He immediately activated his Wind Control Technique and wielded the giant staff as he charged towards them.

Bang bang bang.

Each sound took the life of at least one disciple.

"Hahaha, that's great!" Gu Yan exclaimed loudly.

Before long, apart from Gu Yan, no one was able to stand up; there were only hundreds of corpses and a river of blood.

Gu Yan walked up to the old man who was still somewhat agitated.

"Devil, you are a member of the demonic sect. One day, you will be punished. Pfft..." After the old man finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, stared with bloodshot eyes, and then breathed his last.

Gu Yan took out the Soul-Summoning Banner, shook it, and hundreds of white lights flew in. Then he put the corpses and the river of blood into the insect-raising space.

"This trip has been a great success," Gu Yan thought to himself.

Suddenly glancing around, I realized something was missing.

“Old Zhou!” Gu Yan shouted.

A few seconds later, a weak voice came out: "Senior, I'm here."

Gu Yan looked at Old Zhou, who had crawled out of the crack, and was speechless for a moment, but he also felt that Old Zhou was quite clever.

After Old Zhou climbed out, he quickly walked to Gu Yan's side and said, "Senior, what are your orders?"

He was afraid that his senior might wave his hand and take him away without him noticing.