Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1239 643: Time to Set Out (Part 2)

”If I donʼt play big, how can I live up to those who keep an eye on me?”

A streak of green light pierced the sky, moving so fast that it left a trail of sonic booms in the air.

It was a young man dressed in a green robe, standing on a completely emerald treasure sword, with dense lightning entwined around its blade.

”Qinghe Holy Landʼs Gale.”

Ling Xiao squinted.

”An outstanding Core Disciple. Itʼs said his ʼGreen Thunder Sword Techniqueʼ has been cultivated to the Seventh Level.”

Gu Sheng did not respond, merely watching the approaching streak of light in silence.

He could feel the sharp Sword Intent emanating from the other, its edge unrestrained.

”Not just him alone.”

Gu Sheng suddenly spoke.

Sure enough, a red cloud appeared on the eastern horizon, and upon closer inspection, it was a red-clothed woman walking on air.

The long whip in her hand twisted, leaving a scorching trace in the air with every swing.

”Flame Princess of Heaven-Burning Valley.”

Ling Xiao murmured.

”Her ʼRed Refining Whip Techniqueʼ is said to melt gold and stone.”

A tigerʼs roar came from the west, shaking mountains and rolling rocks.

An elderly man with white hair rode a giant snow-white tiger, each step of the white tiger causing the Void to tremble.

”The ancestor of the Bai Family in the Northern Territory, actually coming out personally.”

Ling Xiaoʼs voice carried a newfound heaviness.

Gu Shengʼs gaze flickered.

”It seems this swordʼs allure is even greater than imagined.”

A sudden golden glow appeared in the south, with dozens of cultivators in uniform attire flying toward them, each holding a Magical Treasure.

”The elites of the Luotian Sect are all out.”

Ling Xiao sneered.

”These hypocrites.”

The last to appear was a solitary figure.

A brawny man carrying a huge battle axe on his back, stepping through the Void, unaided by Sword Control or any Magical Treasure, solely relying on Physical Strength to walk in the sky.

”Lin Batian.”

Gu Shengʼs voice was deep.

”He has indeed come.”

Ling Xiao glanced sideways at Gu Sheng.

”You know him?”

”Heard of him.”

Gu Sheng said blandly.

”A madman who roams alone, said to have ventured into the depths of the Demon Abyss, fighting demons alone for three years to hone his Combat Skills.”

Ling Xiao was somewhat surprised.

”Then he came this time...”

”To battle me.”

Gu Sheng said calmly.

”Such people are only interested in the strong.”

Ling Xiao was about to say something when she suddenly frowned.

”Your disguise...”

Gu Sheng then remembered, taking a silver mask from the Storage Ring and putting it on his face.

As the mask covered him, his aura abruptly changed, going from sharp and domineering to cold and eerie, even his figure seemed slightly blurred.

”This way, no one should be able to recognize me.”

Gu Shengʼs voice also became hoarse and indistinct from behind the mask.

Ling Xiao suddenly laughed.

”In my eyes, you are still the same Gu Sheng.”

Gu Shengʼs body stiffened, quickly turning to look at her.

”You can recognize me?”

”Of course.”

Ling Xiao blinked.

”Did you think a flimsy mask could fool my eyes?”

Gu Sheng grabbed her wrist, his voice remarkably urgent.

”This is no joke, Ling Xiao. If even you can recognize me at a glance, then what meaning does this disguise have?”

Ling Xiao was startled by his sudden action.

”Relax, great expert. Not everyone has my kind of ability.”

”Then how did you do it?”

Gu Sheng stared into her eyes.

”This concerns my life.”

Seeing Gu Shengʼs furrowed brows, Ling Xiao chuckled lightly.

”What, afraid?”

Gu Shengʼs fingers gently caressed the edge of the mask, his voice low.

”Can this mask truly deceive the elders of the Holy Land?”

”Unless the Holy Master himself arrives, no one can see through it.”

The two continued forward, with the Evil Qi at the periphery of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge growing ever denser, the air filled with the scent of decay and blood.

Suddenly, a series of piercing sounds came from afar as countless streaks of light fell, crashing onto the ground.

”It seems the news traveled faster than imagined.”

Gu Sheng squinted his eyes.

”These people are all here for that sword.”

Ling Xiao sneered.

”A group of fools courting death.”

A terrifying aura suddenly descended, making the air around momentarily stagnant.

Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao looked up simultaneously, only to see a white figure walking through the air, stepping on a giant snow-white tiger. The tigerʼs eyes were crimson, its fangs fierce, and with every step it took, the Void slightly trembled.

”White tiger?”

Gu Shengʼs pupils contracted.

”Could it be the legendary White Tiger Divine Beast?”

Ling Xiao shook his head.

”Impossible, the White Tiger Divine Beast is long extinct. This white tiger, though fierce, is at most an alien species with a thin divine beast bloodline.”

The elder rode on the back of the white tiger and, seeing no one blocking his path, rode it directly into the depths.

His spiritual power erupted recklessly, probing the restriction of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, but encountered no obstacle.

”It seems the Killing Array of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge really has been destroyed.”

Ling Xiao spoke in a low voice.

Yet Gu Sheng frowned tightly.

”Somethingʼs not right...”

Before the words fell, a sudden change occurred!

”Boom——”

An invisible force suddenly descended, as if the sky was collapsing, instantly immobilizing the elder and the white tiger in mid-air!

The elderʼs face changed dramatically, frantically channeling spiritual power, only to find he couldnʼt even move a finger!

”What is happening?!”

He roared, his voice tinged with panic.

The next moment——

”Whoosh!”

A transparent arrow shot through the air, so fast that it left no trace, piercing straight through the elderʼs chest!

”Puff!”

Blood splattered, the elderʼs body ruptured, blood and water rained down, staining the ruins red.

The white tiger let out a mournful roar, but the second arrow followed swiftly, piercing through its skull accurately!

”Bang!”

Both man and beast died instantly!

At the outskirts of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, Gale and the red-clothed woman witnessed this scene, their faces turning pale.

”This…”

Galeʼs hand, gripping the sword, trembled slightly.

”Even the ancestor of the Bai Family from the Northern Territory was killed instantly?”

The red-clothed woman—Lv Feng—was somewhat apprehensive.

”Hmph, just an old fool daring to be first? Served him right to die!”

She snorted coldly, suddenly taking the lead by stepping into Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge!

”Lv Feng!” Gale shouted lowly.

”Are you crazy?”

Lv Feng didnʼt look back, sneering.

”What, as Core Disciple of Qinghe Holy Land, you donʼt even have this much courage?”

Galeʼs face turned grim, but provoked by her, he gritted his teeth and followed.

The other disciples of Qinghe Holy Land exchanged looks and cautiously entered Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

Seeing those from Qinghe Holy Land unharmed, the strong from other forces and Loose Cultivators couldnʼt contain themselves anymore and entered one after another.

Gu Sheng stood atop the high ruins, his gaze sweeping over the silhouettes of cultivators flying past, and spoke in a low voice.

”That Lv Feng, sheʼs no simpleton.”

Ling Xiao chuckled lightly.

”Having seen the ancestor from the Northern Territory killed instantly yet daring to lead the charge, sheʼs either a madwoman or truly confident.”

”I lean towards the latter.”

Gu Sheng squinted his eyes.

”However, the chaotic aura of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge and the disordered spiritual energy work to our advantage—our enemies will find us harder to detect.”

Just as he was speaking, intense explosions echoed from a distance, followed by mournful screams.

A region suddenly erupted in towering flames, and several cultivators didnʼt even have the chance to react before being turned to ashes, their presence completely erased.

”Hiss——” Gu Sheng gasped coldly.

”The Killing Array of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge is truly still operational!”

Ling Xiaoʼs expression became serious.

”It seems this sword wonʼt be so easy to acquire.”

More and more cultivators met unforeseen fate; some were strangled by invisible forces, some plunged into depths of the earth suddenly cracking open, some burned by ghostly fires appearing out of thin air.

The originally imposing crowd began to panic; some timid ones turned and fled, but hadnʼt gone far before being struck into char by a black lightning bolt descending from the sky.

”Escape? Once in, donʼt think you can leave easily.”

Ling Xiao sneered.

Gu Sheng noticed disciples of Luotian Sect gathering together, advancing in formation, evidently more assured than the Loose Cultivators against danger.

”Those who pursue me may not require much force, but this swordʼs allure even tempts the Holy Master; those dispatched are likely far from ordinary disciples.”

”Letʼs go, we should set out as well.”