When Charlie Chan challenged the sect, Guan Qianshan only managed to withstand five moves before coughing up blood and being defeated.
Charlie Chan’s extreme martial arts skills even far surpassed those of the Celestial Extreme Sect.
Each punch and kick was powerful and fierce, seemingly imbued with the Power of Thunder, relying solely on extraordinary body techniques without any so-called divine techniques or devious schemes.
Guan Qianshan even suspected that if Charlie Chan could break through the Celestial Gate, he might not lose to Qin Wenwu.
However, everything was over.
After the battle in the Jiangnan Water Village, many speculated that Qin Wenwu had not only broken through the Celestial Gate but had even touched the threshold of the Mystic Sect within a mere month.
This level of prowess left the world feeling suffocated, yet Lin Beichen swiftly beheaded him.
The Celestial Extreme Sect’s meeting today was less about discussing countermeasures and more about self-consolation, trying to convince themselves that they were indeed less skilled.
"Zong Wandao."
The Great Elder sighed slowly.
Everyone felt a slight tremor in their hearts, their thoughts inexplicable.
The Celestial Extreme Sect was the strongest branch of the Extreme Martial Arts Sect.
Zong Wandao, being the paragon of this sect, served as its pillar; however, with his immersion in worldly training over thirty years with no news, the Celestial Extreme Sect has been rendered awkwardly positioned.
When people speak of the Extreme Martial Arts Sect, they inevitably mention the Celestial Extreme Sect; yet the Celestial Extreme Sect has no strong master to uphold its reputation, having only an empty name.
Charlie Chan’s challenge tore away the pretense of the Celestial Extreme Sect.
Now the Celestial Extreme Sect seemed imposing from the outside but hollow within, undeserving of its reputation.
"No matter what outsiders do, our Celestial Extreme Sect absolutely will not involve itself in Lin Beichen’s matters. If anyone inquires, say that the sect is undergoing restructuring, all are in closed cultivation, and guests are refused."
The Great Elder spoke coldly.
Everyone felt indignant but helpless.
Though the news of Lin Beichen defeating Qin Wenwu was startling, since not everyone witnessed it firsthand, some held onto lucky thoughts, considering challenging Lin Beichen.
Even if not challenging Lin Beichen, they would find ways to force him to reveal the cultivation method of the Celestial Gate.
The Celestial Gate Realm was of paramount importance and could not be monopolized by Lin Beichen alone.
One person couldn’t manage such a huge "cake" by himself.
At the back of the crowd, a young girl stood by the wall, quietly observing the elders inside, a flash of curiosity in her eyes.
It was astonishing that the entire sect was on high alert because of a mere 20-year-old young man?
It wasn’t just the Celestial Extreme Sect; every hidden location across the land, where ancient clans thrived, was observing the battle footage from Jiangnan Water Village.
"Warn the younger generation within the clan to recognize this face; no one is to provoke Lin Beichen."
"Anyone who dares to offend Lin Beichen will receive no support from the clan; they’ll be left to fend for themselves, severing ties."
At barely 30, breaking through to the Celestial Gate and killing the foremost figure of the Death Gate.
Lin Beichen, with an unprecedented stance and possibly unmatched in the future, shocked the world.
In the Imperial Capital, Zhongcheng Hall.
The vast Dragon Sleep River was illuminated, night as bright as day, with red silk banners hanging high, dragon and lion dances, extremely lively.
During this period, though Qin Wenwu had been far from the Imperial Capital, in the Jiangnan Water Village thousands of miles away, Zhongcheng Hall felt like sitting on pins and needles, as if it could be destroyed at any moment.
Every family member was utterly desperate.
Although no one spoke aloud, the family’s wealth had been slowly dissipating all month long.
More so, some had secretly contacted outsiders, betraying their own, transferring Zhongcheng Hall’s property to the outside.
Zhongcheng Hall remained, but in name only.
Some clan members even privately discussed kidnapping Zhao Weinan and delivering her to Qin Wenwu’s bed.
Ultimately, Uncle Nine, the most senior, stepped in, killed a few to assert control, temporarily calming the situation.
Uncle Nine’s actions helped Zhongcheng Hall survive the ordeal, avoiding a future reckoning.
When the news of Lin Beichen slaying Qin Wenwu spread back, Zhongcheng Hall was shocked beyond measure and then fell into a sea of celebration.
Qin Wenwu’s death signified Lin Beichen becoming the world’s number one.
Though Lin Beichen never claimed Zhongcheng Hall as his own, the outside world treated Zhongcheng Hall as his domain.
From that day forward, Zhongcheng Hall rose from a second-rate power to one of the few major forces in the world.
The major families, which had once eyed Zhongcheng Hall covetously, immediately returned what they had taken and even doubled their expressions of apology upon hearing the Jiangnan Water Village battle results.
The world’s number one, having broken through the Celestial Gate, potentially even the Mystic Sect, who would dare oppose them?
The battle footage from Jiangnan Water Village, though top-secret to ordinary people, never to be seen in a lifetime, was readily accessible to those at the top.
"How strong is Lin Beichen? Let me put it this way, even if all the Death Gate experts in the world ganged up on Lin Beichen, they couldn’t harm him an inch!
I watched the battle footage yesterday. If Uncle Nine hadn’t told me, I would have thought it was a special effects blockbuster! It was like heaven and earth were being destroyed, mountains and rivers crumbling, making my legs tremble and almost wet myself!
Don’t laugh at me; if it were you, you’d probably be even more embarrassed!"
In the security room of Zhongcheng Hall, Zhao Sanxin sat among his subordinates, gesticulating and spitting with excitement.
The audience listened with shining eyes, filled with excitement.
At that moment, an Inner Sect disciple walked over, listening to Zhao Sanxin’s nonsense, and his face darkened.
"Zhao Sanxin, you’re getting bolder and bolder. Who gave you permission to comment on Young Master Chen like that? I think your days as the head of security are numbered. If I catch you spewing nonsense again, I’ll have Uncle Nine transfer you to guard the toilets at a coal mine out on the frontier!"