Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1300 674: Is There Such a Thing?

”At least a master of Great Success Sword Intent... no, perhaps even stronger.”

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the otherʼs eyes.

They originally thought they stood at the peak of the younger generation, but only now realized how terrifying a true expert could be.

”Be careful!”

Ling Xiao suddenly shouted softly, grabbing Gu Sheng and retreating swiftly.

Almost at the same moment, a dark shadow leaped out from the forest, its sharp claws streaking across where Gu Sheng had just been standing, leaving three deep gouges on the ground.

”Roar—”

A massive black tiger appeared in front of them.

Ling Xiao squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the gigantic black tiger before him.

The Mo Yuan Tiger towered three zhang tall, with its black fur flowing with eerie dark patterns, and its amber pupils staring intensely at them as a deep growl emanated from its throat.

”Earth Palace Peak, its aura is indeed stronger than average demon beasts.”

Ling Xiao pursed his lips, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

Gu Sheng, standing next to him, nodded slightly.

”Comparable to a Core Disciple; even a Core Disciple of the same realm might not be able to beat it.”

The Spiritual Energy of the Xuanming Divine Mountain was so rich it was almost tangible, forming a faint mist in the forests.

Gu Sheng felt the Spiritual Power within him become more active, nodding in satisfaction.

This cultivation environment was indeed excellent, no wonder it could nurture such powerful demon beasts.

”Do you want to do it, or should I?”

Ling Xiao yawned, evidently uninterested in this Earth Palace Peak demon beast.

Gu Sheng smiled slightly.

”Perfect, Iʼll test the new Martial Technique Iʼve just learned.”

He stepped forward, suppressing his cultivation to the late Earth Palace realm as Spiritual Power flowed within him.

With a flip of his right hand, a completely jade-green longsword appeared in his palm, its blade crystalline and transparent, with a faint azure airflow within.

The Mo Yuan Tiger seemed to sense their disdain, suddenly letting out an earsplitting roar.

The violent Demon Qi spread, and the massive trees within dozens of zhang around it were crushed under this pressure, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

”Roar—!”

Amidst the tigerʼs roar, the massive figure of the Mo Yuan Tiger turned into a black lightning bolt, charging straight at Gu Sheng.

The sharp claws tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Gu Sheng remained calm, gently tracing with his Green Jade Sword.

”Heavenly Sorrow Sword.”

In an instant, a streak of azure Sword Qi burst from the sword tip, containing a unique rhythm that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul.

From a distance, Ling Xiao frowned, inexplicably overwhelmed by a sudden sadness, recalling certain long-forgotten memories.

”This Martial Technique...”

Ling Xiaoʼs eyes showed surprise.

”It can actually influence othersʼ emotions?”

The Sword Qi collided with the Mo Yuan Tiger, not causing a massive explosion but penetrating into the demon beastʼs body.

Mo Yuan Tigerʼs movements suddenly stiffened, and within those murderous vertical pupils appeared an unexpectedly human-like sorrow.

”Wheeeze...”

A mournful cry escaped the Mo Yuan Tigerʼs mouth, and its massive body began to tremble, as if experiencing some kind of spiritual torment.

Gu Sheng twisted his wrist, the Green Jade Sword drawing a graceful arc.

”Slash.”

With a soft ”shhhh” sound, the Mo Yuan Tigerʼs body was neatly split in two, blood spraying out and quickly pooling into a blood pool on the ground.

The cuts on the entrails and bones were as smooth as mirrors, showcasing the sharpness of the sword strike.

”Great swordsmanship.”

Ling Xiao applauded in admiration.

”This ʼHeavenly Sorrow Swordʼ truly lives up to its name; to let an opponent die in sorrow is indeed... ingenious.”

Gu Sheng sheathed the Green Jade Sword, smiling slightly.

”Iʼve just mastered it recently, still lacking some power.”

As the two spoke, behind an ancient tree in the distance, Tang Zhiyuan was staring intently at the scene, his eyes full of shock.

”How is it possible...”

He murmured softly.

”The ʼHeavenly Sorrow Swordʼ is one of the three most difficult sword techniques to master in the Inner Sect, and how long has he been entry-level?”

Tang Zhiyuanʼs hand involuntarily clenched, his nails deeply embedded in his palm.

As a senior disciple of the Inner Sect, he had painstakingly practiced the ʼHeavenly Sorrow Swordʼ for three years to barely reach entry-level, yet this newly admitted Gu Sheng could already unleash its emotion-influencing power!

”He must have a secret...”

Tang Zhiyuanʼs eyes gleamed with greed.

”Perhaps some kind of treasure that accelerates cultivation...”

The scent of blood quickly spread through the forest, and the distant roars of other demon beasts could already be heard.

Gu Sheng frowned slightly.

”Letʼs go. Staying longer will only bring more trouble.”

Ling Xiao nodded, and just as they were about to leave, both suddenly stopped in their tracks.

”Someoneʼs coming.”

Gu Sheng whispered.

Indeed, moments later, five figures stepped out from the forest.

They were clad in matching dark robes, with golden mountain patterns embroidered on their chests—the mark of Xuanming Divine Mountainʼs Core Disciples.

Leading them was a handsome young man with a silver longsword at his waist. He walked with the grace of a dragon and tiger, exuding an extraordinary aura.

His gaze lingered on the Mo Yuan Tigerʼs corpse for a moment, eyes full of surprise.

”You two possess impressive skills.”

The young man clasped his hands with a smile.

”I am Pan Zhuang, might I know who you two are...”

Gu Sheng returned the gesture with a smile.

”I am Gu Sheng, and this is Ling Xiao. We are newly accepted disciples of Daoist Yongʼan.”

”Disciples of Master Yongʼan?”

A female disciple behind Pan Zhuang exclaimed in surprise, and the expressions of the others changed subtly.

Pan Zhuangʼs eyes flashed with interest, quickly resuming his smile.

”So, you are esteemed disciples of Master Yongʼan, no wonder you easily slew the Mo Yuan Tiger. Would you two be interested in joining us?”

Ling Xiao replied coldly.

”No need, we have other things to attend to.”

Unperturbed, Pan Zhuang continued with a smile.

”Weʼve just discovered an injured Blood Pattern Python, and its lair might contain Fourth Grade Spirit Grass, perhaps even a Fifth Grade ʼHoly Infant Grassʼ...”