Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

”Since you’re looking for death, I’ll fulfill your wishes.”

He let out a cold snort, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword was unsheathed, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

”Light Splitting Shadow Sword!”

Gu Sheng’s figure flickered, transforming into nine illusions, simultaneously attacking the members of the Sun and Moon Sect. Under the suppression of the secret realm, these martial artists couldn’t use their spiritual power to discern the real from the fake and immediately fell into chaos.

”Form a formation! Quickly form a formation!”

The scar-faced man shouted, but it was too late.

Gu Sheng’s real body had already circled behind him, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword struck like a viper, cutting down with a single sword!

”Pfft—”

Blood spurted out, and the scar-faced man’s head flew high into the air, his face still frozen in disbelief. An Earth Martial Realm expert was slain with a single sword strike!

The sword edge of the Broken Wind Ancient Sword traced a chilling arc under the moonlight. Gu Sheng’s wrist turned gently, and the sword blade plunged into the abdomen of a Sun and Moon Sect disciple.

”Rip” went the sound, and the simultaneous tearing of fabric and flesh resounded piercingly in the silent forest.

The disciple’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his abdomen—the sword edge had already sliced open a half-foot-long gash, with bluish-purple intestines mixed with dark red blood gushing out, slickly piling up on his boots.

He futilely tried to hold it with his hands, but the warm organs kept oozing through his fingers.

”Se... Senior Brother...”

His lips trembled as he fell forward, his organs dragging a viscous blood trail across the ground.

Gu Sheng expressionlessly withdrew his longsword, the droplets of blood from the sword tip striking the fallen leaves, leaving deep dark spots.

Five steps away, the faces of the other three Sun and Moon Sect disciples were ashen, their hands holding swords trembling slightly.

”Gu Sheng! How dare you kill our Sun and Moon Sect...”

The leading blue-robed disciple shouted harshly, but before he could finish, a silver light had already reached three inches in front of his throat.

”Ding!”

At the last moment, a disciple beside him thrust a spear, the iron tip precisely colliding with the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, sparks flying in all directions.

Gu Sheng’s figure rippled like a reflection in water, and the spear that passed through his chest emerged from his back without encountering any resistance—there wasn’t even a single drop of blood.

”An illusion?!”

The disciple holding the spear cried out in shock, suddenly feeling a coldness on his neck.

He raised his hand bewilderedly to touch his neck, his fingertips encountering a thin line of a wound, and in the next moment, his head slowly slid down along that line, blood gushing like a spring.

The real Gu Sheng stood behind him, the blood droplets on his sword had yet to fully drip off.

The remaining two disciples stood back to back, their sword tips continuously shifting among the three ”Gu Shengs”—one stood by a rock on the left, another crouched at the treetop to the right, while a third stood three meters directly in front.

Each Gu Sheng held his sword in a different initial posture, indistinguishable under the moonlight.

”Light Splitting Shadow Sword...”

The blue-robed disciple’s voice trembled.

”Isn’t this the Mystic Sky Sect’s signature skill? How could...”

Before he could finish speaking, the Gu Sheng on the treetop suddenly vanished, and at the same time, the shadow by the rock swung its sword.

In a panic, the two raised their swords to block, only to see the sword light pierce through their weapons, heading straight for their throats. As they closed their eyes, expecting death, the anticipated pain never arrived—this was still a feint!

”Guard carefully!”

The blue-robed disciple suddenly realized and turned his head to look at the place where they had captured the white-robed woman. There, Gu Sheng’s real body had silently appeared behind the two guards.

”Ah!”

A scream tore through the night. The guard on the left had only half-drawn his sword when his throat was pierced by the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, the sword tip protruding three inches from his rear neck. The guard on the right fared even worse; Gu Sheng’s left hand clawed into his chest, forcibly tearing out his still-beating heart.

The heart twitched twice in Gu Sheng’s palm before he casually tossed it into a pile of fallen leaves with a dull thud.

”Bastard!”

The blue-robed disciple’s eyes were bloodshot as he and his companion charged forward.

Gu Sheng, unhurried, pushed the white-robed woman into a safe corner, and as he turned, golden flames suddenly ignited around him.

Those flames seemed alive, winding around the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, making the ancient blade gleam as if forged from gold.

”Nirvana Three Profound Changes: First Change.”

Gu Sheng whispered, his voice icy cold.

His sword swinging posture seemed slow, but in reality, it was fast enough to leave afterimages. Seven golden Sword Qi fanned out, enveloping the two charging men.

The blue-robed disciple let out a furious roar, fists punching out tens of fist shadows in succession, attempting to overwhelm with quantity. However, the golden Sword Qi effortlessly tore through the web of fist shadows and continued to strike him.

”Thud, thud, thud,” came three muffled sounds. He looked down to see deep gashes on his chest, abdomen, and thigh, the wounds charred black, as if seared shut by high temperatures.

”This is... Gale Seven Kills...”

He knelt to the ground, unable to finish speaking as his body suddenly split into four along the cuts, with his organs spilling everywhere. The last disciple turned to flee, but after just seven or eight steps, a blood line appeared across his waist and abdomen.

He staggered forward two more steps before his upper body slowly slid down, his legs maintaining a running posture for another meter before collapsing.

Gu Sheng sheathed his sword, the golden flames gradually extinguishing.

He walked over to the white-robed woman and crouched down, placing two fingers on her delicate wrist. The woman

was pale, dried blood at the corner of her lips, breathing weak yet steady.

”Seven Extremes Powder, not a large dose.”

Gu Sheng took out a jade bottle from his bosom, pouring out two emerald green Elixir Pills.

He pried open the woman’s jaw, slipped the pills inside, and lightly pressed a certain acupoint on her throat, ensuring the pills slid smoothly into her stomach.

Having done this, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged on a blue stone three meters away to meditate. The moonlight, filtering through the leaves, dappled over him, illuminating his chiseled face half in light and half in shadow, like a mask.

Simultaneously, a hundred miles away at the Sun and Moon Sect’s main hall, a series of explosive pops echoed within the Soul Lamp Room.

The elder on duty jolted awake from his nap, seeing thirteen soul lamps representing dispatched disciples simultaneously extinguished, their wicks’ sparks still floating mid-air.

”This... this...”

The elder’s beard trembled as he stumbled towards the door.

”Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!”

Two hours later, the white-robed woman’s eyelashes quivered lightly.

At first, she guardedly kept her eyes shut, judging her surroundings through scents and sounds—no ambergris scent unique to the Sun and Moon Sect, no clinking chains, only the rustling of wind through leaves and distant, faint wolf howls.

She carefully opened a slit of an eye, first seeing the star-filled sky. The pain from her body confirmed she was still alive and not confined in the Sun and Moon Sect’s dungeon.

She cautiously turned her head, seeing Gu Sheng meditating three meters away, memories washing over her— the indistinguishable sword shadows, the splattering blood and entrails, and finally, that dazzling golden flame.

The woman struggled to sit up, only to find she couldn’t even lift her hands.

She probed her Dantian, finding her True Qi as depleted as a dried riverbed. The poison of the Seven Extremes Powder was suppressed, yet it still coiled like a snake within her meridians.

But what alarmed her more was a gentle medicinal power gradually unfurling within, repairing her damaged meridians—this was at least a fifth-grade Healing Pill!

She surreptitiously observed Gu Sheng, noticing the seemingly young man in his twenties possessed a terrifyingly calm aura, and the leaves within a three-inch radius around him quietly swirled, forming a small vortex.

The woman was shocked, realizing someone capable of easily slaughtering thirteen Sun and Moon Sect elites and casually dispensing high-grade healing pills must have an extraordinary background.

Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in her belly, and she bit her lip to stifle her groan.

Her eyes fixated on Gu Sheng’s waist pouch—there must be more pills in there. A wild thought surfaced in her mind.

Steal the pills while he meditates, then flee far away.

She painfully propped up her upper body, cold sweat soaking her back.

She stared at Gu Sheng’s calm face, her right hand trembling as it reached for the pouch. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the pouch tassels, she froze.

”Would Xiao Mengdie really do something so ungrateful...”

She withdrew her hand, smiling self-deprecatingly. Despite the pain, she stood up, solemnly bowing to Gu Sheng.

As she turned to leave, a detached voice sounded from behind her.