Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1180: Chapter 614: The Critical Moment

”Let Gu Sheng and Mu Zhiyong have a match. If Gu Sheng performs poorly, it will prove that he is not as powerful as the legends say. Then, we have no reason to make so many enemies for him in our Holy Land.”

Although the Tianlan Saint Mother was unwilling, feeling that this approach was unfair to Gu Sheng, she also knew that once the Tianlan Saint Master made a decision, it was hard to change.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded in agreement. Seeing the Saint Mother agree, the Tianlan Saint Master didn’t delay any further, stood up, and quickly left the Water Spirit Pavilion, heading towards the Book Collection Pavilion.

The Tianlan Saint Mother watched the back of the Saint Master as he left, full of worry. If Gu Sheng were to have a match with Mu Zhiyong, it very likely would be dangerous, and if the Tianlan Saint Master bore any malice against Gu Sheng, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After much contemplation, she decided to find the Tianxuan Divine Girl, hoping that she could step in to stop the Saint Master from doing harm to Gu Sheng.

The Tianlan Saint Mother also hurriedly left the Water Spirit Pavilion.

Outside the Book Collection Pavilion, more than a hundred disciples had already gathered, surrounding the entire pavilion, leaving no gaps.

Mu Zhiyong, with a face full of ferocity, stepped forward and shouted loudly at Gongsun Yue in front of him: ”Gongsun Yue, don’t protect that brat named Gu Sheng! What he did on the Holy Road is a great disrespect to our Tianlan Sacred Land!”

Gongsun Yue, who always had a cold demeanor, flushed with anger at Mu Zhiyong’s unreasonable pestering.

She looked at Mu Zhiyong and responded loudly: ”Mu Zhiyong, stop spouting nonsense here! Your menacing attitude clearly shows you’re here to avenge Murong Qingcheng! Don’t think we don’t know what you’re up to!”

”This Gongsun Yue has always been quite mysterious in our Tianlan Sacred Land; why is she so supportive of this Gu Sheng now?”

”Yeah, she rarely openly supports anyone. There must be something hidden here!”

With the appearance of the Tianlan Saint Master, the previously noisy crowd quieted down, and Mu Zhiyong’s arrogant expression retracted somewhat upon seeing the Saint Master.

Gongsun Yue, seeing her father, recounted the entire situation to the Tianlan Saint Master, then pointed at Mu Zhiyong and said: ”Father, he’s just here to avenge Murong Qingcheng, don’t just listen to his one-sided story!”

The Tianlan Saint Master quietly listened to Gongsun Yue’s account, raised a hand to stop the rebutting Mu Zhiyong, and said in a deep voice: ”About Gu Sheng’s performance on the Holy Road, listening only to you, Mu Zhiyong, I find it questionable.”

He paused, glanced at everyone’s faces, and continued: ”I think it would be better to let Gu Sheng and Mu Zhiyong confront each other on the spot; witnessing this will reveal Gu Sheng’s real strength.”

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Gongsun Yue looked incredulous, wondering to herself: What’s wrong with Father? How did his attitude change?

After a moment of shock, Mu Zhiyong thought: This time Gu Sheng has fallen into my trap, he will certainly die!

Gongsun Yue turned to the Tianlan Saint Master and said: ”Father, Mu Zhiyong is at the half-step Earth Palace Realm in cultivation, and he’s also the Second Elder’s disciple. He might have secret support from the Second Elder. As for Gu Sheng...”

Before Gongsun Yue finished, Mu Zhiyong interrupted anxiously, jumping to defend himself: ”Gongsun Yue, don’t slander me! I haven’t received support from the Second Elder!”

Though he spoke with great assurance, in his heart, he was uneasy, knowing full well that he had indeed obtained a treasure from the Second Elder.

Gongsun Yue continued: ”Hmph, you still dare to deny it! Just take Murong Qingcheng as an example; as the Second Elder’s disciple, he became a traitor. Look at the disciples the Second Elder raises; what kind of person could he be?”

With these words, she hit a nerve.

The Tianlan Saint Master’s face turned livid, and a powerful aura of pressure exuded from him, pressing towards Gongsun Yue.

Gongsun Yue struggled for breath under this pressure, her body swaying, almost falling.

She was utterly shocked, unable to believe her father would use such a coercive pressure against her.

Just when tensions were high, a voice leisurely drifted from within the Book Collection Pavilion: ”Gongsun Yue, don’t argue with your father anymore; opposing his decision will only lead to more trouble.”

Everyone recognized it as Daoist Xiushan’s voice.

Though Gongsun Yue was a hundred times unwilling, in helplessness, she could only choose to temporarily comply.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhiyong watched everything unfold with glee, thinking to himself: Gu Sheng, oh Gu Sheng, let’s see how you escape from my grasp this time!

On the fifth level of the Book Collection Pavilion, Gu Sheng was wholly absorbed in the training of the ”Heaven-breaking Fist.”

He was completely unaware of the uproar outside.

He stood in the spacious training room of the pavilion, his clothes already drenched in sweat.

His eyes were closed, his hands continuously moving through various fist maneuvers.

”The first move of the ’Heaven-breaking Fist’ requires gathering all one’s strength into the fist, delivering a punch as if to sunder the heavens.”

Gu Sheng silently recited the essentials of the fist skill in his mind while raising his right hand, the muscles in his arm tightening.

He suddenly swung a fist forward, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind. Gu Sheng was clearly dissatisfied with the power of that punch.

”No, the power still isn’t concentrated enough, and the speed is not fast enough.”

Gu Sheng muttered to himself. He opened his eyes, pacing back and forth in the training room, pondering where the problem lay.

As if realizing something, he once again assumed his stance.

This time, he did not rush to punch but first adjusted his breathing, letting his heartbeat gradually calm down.

He concentrated all his energy and spirit in the Dantian, feeling the flow of power within his body.