Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1419: Chapter 732: Saint Heir (Part 2)

“Master! You… please don’t speak nonsense…”

“Hahaha, being young is great.”

The elder laughed heartily, then his expression turned serious.

“But this young man is indeed extraordinary. He can silently break through the restrictions of the Wanling Palace, and he has mysterious powerful allies… Ningshuang, do you know what his current cultivation level is?”

Gu Ningshuang shook her head.

“I only know he’s very strong, but the specific realm… he has never mentioned it.”

“At least half-step to Heavenly Martial, maybe even already…”

The elder murmured thoughtfully, then shook his head.

“Forget it, having been saved by him, I’m not one to be ungrateful. Didn’t you say you wanted to take him to that Secret Realm? I can secretly protect you two.”

Gu Ningshuang looked up in surprise.

“Really? Master, you’re willing to help?”

“Consider it returning a favor.”

The elder stood up, patting the dust off his clothes.

“But the young man is right, today’s matter should not be publicized, especially to those two girls.”

He pointed to the two female Martial Artists still unconscious.

Gu Ningshuang nodded repeatedly.

“I understand.”

The elder suddenly remembered something, asking with interest.

“By the way, he said he’s the Third Pavilion Master of Linyin Pavilion?”

“Yes, he said…”

Gu Ningshuang stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing something, looking at the elder in surprise.

“Master, you… you know Linyin Pavilion?”

The elder smiled mysteriously.

“More than just knowing… it seems this young man is even more interesting than I imagined.”

The elder stroked his beard and laughed.

“When I was recruiting at the Holy Academy, the one I favored most was Gu Sheng. Unfortunately, the Lu Family holds significant power in the Outer Court, and he killed Lu Xuanyuan…”

“You mean to say…”

Gu Ningshuang’s heart trembled slightly.

“That young man has the posture of a true dragon.”

The elder waved his sleeve, and the teacup on the stone table moved without wind.

“The fact that you could become my disciple is also related to him. The technique you used from Venerable Ye was incomplete, but from Gu Sheng, I perceived a complete Daoist Rhythm.”

The clouds on the mountain peak suddenly rolled, halting the breath of Gu Ningshuang.

She recalled the figure always leading in the Secret Realm, remembered his unwavering momentum when he slew Lu Xuanyuan.

“If you truly admire him…”

The elder’s voice suddenly became solemn.

“Then you must intensify your cultivation. Otherwise, once the gap widens, you’ll be people from two different worlds.”

“Master!”

Gu Ningshuang’s ears turned slightly red, but she saw the elder raise his hand, stopping her from retorting.

“I’ve secretly probed his energy.”

The elder squinted.

“Xuanwu Realm Seventh Level, ready to break through to the Eighth Level. Even more impressive is that his foundation’s stability surpasses other cultivators of the same rank by more than threefold.”

Clang—!

The sword at Gu Ningshuang’s waist suddenly emitted a clear sound.

A fierce Sword Intent erupted around her, silently cracking several fine lines on the bluestone beneath her feet.

“Disciple understands.”

She embraced the sword, saluting, eyes ignited with unprecedented battle intent.

“Please, Master, open the third layer of the Sword Tomb.”

The elder laughed with satisfaction, a Jade Talisman flying from his sleeve.

“That’s more like my disciple! Go, show me how long you can last in the Sword Tomb.”

Meanwhile, in a ruin a hundred miles away.

Gu Sheng retracted his bloodstained long knife, frowning as he scanned the surrounding ruined high tower.

Yue Shen Gong’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Stop searching, the inheritance place of that red-robed old ghost has already self-destructed. Even if you find the entrance, it would be just a pile of rubble.”

“What a pity.”

Gu Sheng sighed lightly, his fingertips brushing over a broken stone carved with strange runes.

“The Secret Realm Gu Ningshuang mentioned…”

“I suggest you hold off.”

Yue Shen Gong interrupted.

“You broke through three realms in the Secret Realm, your True Qi is bloated like a swollen frog. Keep breaking through like this, and at the King Realm, you’ll definitely face backlash.”

Gu Sheng chuckled at the words, knowing it was a piece of advice.

He found a secluded cave, sat cross-legged, and began to reverse the operation of his cultivation technique. The meridians that should have absorbed nature’s spiritual energy now compressed the True Qi within his body continuously.

“Ugh!”

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The burning sensation from the meridians felt like hot iron sand flowing through his veins. But he gritted his teeth, forcibly compressing the True Qi within his Dantian by a full thirty percent.

“Interesting.”

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows. Shadow appeared in the corner of the cave.

“This method of yours reminds me of those perverts in Central Province’s Holy Land.”

Gu Sheng didn’t open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Oh? I’d like to hear more.”

Shadow leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed.

“Ordinary martial artists wish for rapid progress, but only those Holy Sons and Holy Daughters taught by those old monsters from a young age will focus on foundation-building in the Xuanwu realm.”

“Is the benefit great?”

Gu Sheng finally opened his eyes, a flicker of lightning seemed to flash in his pupils.

“It just seems like self-torture now.”

Shadow sneered.

“Before the Sect realm, no matter how solid the foundation, it can’t withstand realm suppression. When I was at the peak of the Sect realm, it only took me one move to kill a rookie who just entered the Sect realm.”

Gu Sheng moved his aching shoulders.

“Then why…”

“The King realm is the watershed.”

Shadow suddenly became serious.

“I’ve seen a King realm built up with Elixir Pills get their Dantian shattered in three moves by a newly advanced True Disciple. When the young lady first entered the King realm, she overpowered a Sacrificial Elder at the peak of the King realm.”

The cave fell into a momentary silence.

Gu Sheng gazed thoughtfully at his skin covered with fine cracks — caused by the excessive compression of True Qi that ruptured his capillaries.

“So you think I’m doing pointless work?”

Shadow rarely laughed.

“Quite the opposite. I’m just surprised someone like you, from the wild roads, knows this.”

He paused.

“I have a Secret Technique here…”

“The foundation of Martial Arts is the essence of a martial artist’s existence.”

Shadow’s voice echoed in the dim chamber.

“Ordinary martial artists need tens of years of hard cultivation to perfect the foundation.”

Gu Sheng sat cross-legged on the mat, lightly tapping his knee with his fingers.

“Miss Ying is mistaken. Foundation-building emphasizes gradual progress, there’s no shortcut. Moreover…”

His gaze swept over Shadow’s cloaked figure.

“You’re merely at the Sect realm cultivation, how can you teach me?”

In the chamber, the candlelight suddenly flickered, casting two long shadows on the wall.

Shadow slowly raised his hand, and a trace of eerie blue True Qi gathered at his fingertip, sketching complex runes in the air, emitting an unsettling ripple.

“Master Gu, have you seen this before?”

Gu Sheng’s pupils slightly contracted.

The flowing rune caused his True Qi within to tremble slightly, as if summoned by a force.

This is no ordinary method!

“This is…”

“A fragment of the Ancient Secret Technique ‘Reversing Fate Scripture’.”

Shadow’s voice suddenly became ethereal.

“Using reverse-the-heavens technique to amend the flaws of the grand Dao.”

The sound of the cloak slipping off was especially clear in the silence.

Gu Sheng’s breath hitched — underneath the cloak was a breathtakingly beautiful visage.

Skin like snow, brows like paintings, most eye-catching was the blood-red vertical mark on her forehead, as if a third eye was about to open.

“To cultivate this Secret Technique, it’s necessary to reverse the meridians and rush the death acupoints.”

Shadow’s red lips parted lightly, each word weighed a ton.

“Ten people practice, nine will explode and die. But if one succeeds…”

Her fingertip rune suddenly exploded, transforming into countless points of light.

Gu Sheng felt his True Qi boiling uncontrollably, as if the previously solid Martial Arts foundation under these phenomena appeared with minute fissures!

“It can harness Heaven and Earth Power to reshape the foundation!”

Gu Sheng blurted out, then became cautious.

“Why choose me?”

Shadow put the cloak back on, covering that formidable face.

“Three reasons. First, your soul strength exceeds those of the same rank; second, you’ve touched the threshold of the Law; third…”

She paused.

“I need you to kill someone.”

The chamber’s temperature plummeted.

Gu Sheng squinted his eyes.

“Who?”

“Bitter Sea Holy Land Saint Son, Yun Wushuang.”

“One of the top ten Saint Sons in Central Province?”

Gu Sheng sneered.

“Miss Ying certainly overestimates me.”

Shadow calmly took out a Jade Scroll.

“Bitter Sea Holy Land has a longstanding feud with the Tantai Clan. If you accept, I can gift half the Secret Technique first. When to act…”

A bizarre gleam flashed in her eyes.

“Ten years, a hundred years, even a thousand years, I will wait.”

Gu Sheng took the Jade Scroll, and upon a sweep of Divine Sense, a tumult surged within his heart.