"I’m curious, if I were to block, how would you intend to harm me?" Gu Mengyang looked at the old man and spoke calmly and unhurriedly.
Upon hearing this, the old man snorted lightly, "Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Since you’re so clueless, don’t blame me then."
While speaking, the old man stretched his finger into his wide sleeve and pulled out a yellow talisman, pinching it between his fingers. After muttering an incantation, he aimed the Yellow Paper straight at Gu Mengyang.
Seeing this, Gu Mengyang flicked his wrist lightly, his hand carrying Vital Energy as he struck the Yellow Paper flying straight towards him.
The old man saw this and his face suddenly changed, his pupils shaking profoundly, "An Ancient martial artist?"
As the old man’s shocked voice fell, the Talisman Paper he had thrown was already scattered by Gu Mengyang’s Vital Energy.
Watching Gu Mengyang closing in on him, the old man took out several more Talisman Papers from his pocket in quick succession, muttering to himself, "How is this possible?"
Then, he pinched the Talisman Papers and threw them straight at Gu Mengyang.
Gu Mengyang dodged those he could, and the ones he couldn’t dodge were scattered by his Vital Energy as well.
As Gu Mengyang was about to close in on him, the old man panicked, stimulated his Yuan Force, brought his index and middle fingers together, and pointed at Gu Mengyang, who had already approached him.
"Ah!" Just as his fingers touched Gu Mengyang’s arm, Gu Mengyang broke one of the old man’s fingers.
"Spare my life, master, spare my life. I dare not do it again, never again," the old man cried out as he felt one of his fingers break and another almost break, immediately begging for mercy.
This had been miscalculated by him.
He hadn’t expected this person to be versed in Ancient Martial Arts.
Yet, there was clearly no vibration of Vital Energy on him, so how could he be an Ancient martial artist?
Gu Mengyang ignored the old man’s pleas for mercy, twisted the man’s hand behind his back, and pinned him against the wall, pressing his face flat against the door so that he couldn’t move. He then asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Spare me, master, please spare me. I was just passing by, sensed Yuan Force fluctuations in this building, so I thought I would come in and take a look. Really, master, please spare me," the old man’s face was pressed tightly against the wall, and he was somewhat unclear in his speech, but Gu Mengyang heard everything clearly.
"Tell the truth," Gu Mengyang tightened the grip of his hand and said coldly.
"Ow! Easy, easy, please go gentle, master," the old man yelped in pain and continued with a crumpled face, looking pitifully, "Really, I’m telling the truth. If I’m lying, may I be struck by lightning!"
As the old man’s words fell, a clap of thunder exploded close by, the deafening sound of thunder reverberated through the entire corridor.
The old man, startled by the noise, shrank his form and blurted out, "I’ll talk!"
Clearly frightened by the thunder, the old man, trembling, hurriedly began to speak, spilling everything: "I, I am Qiu Mingzi, a Mystic Master. Yesterday, I sensed someone disrupting a Formation I had set up, and out of curiosity, I came to investigate today."
Gu Mengyang listened to Qiu Mingzi’s answer and frowned slightly, his voice cool and deliberate, "The Formation was set up by you?"
Having witnessed Gu Mengyang’s Combat Power, Qiu Mingzi admitted he was responsible for the Formation. Seeing no point in hiding the truth any longer, he tried to clear himself thoroughly, "Yes, it was a woman. She paid me to set it up, and I just earned some Talisman Paper Money and Formation Arranging Money."
At his words, Gu Mengyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, "What did this woman look like?"