Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1229: Chapter 638: Get Out of the Way!_2

"Is that bastard Immortal King targeting my sister again?"

Gu Sheng’s eyes ignited with rage, his voice turning hoarse.

The Great Elder nodded.

"Gongsun Yue took your sister and fled. Although they encountered danger in between, but..."

"The Azure Dragon Immortal King, Tianxuan Divine Girl’s brother, appeared and suppressed the Qiankun Venerate King, even beat him up badly."

Gu Sheng was stunned.

"Azure Dragon Immortal King? Why would he..."

"Consider it as compensation for breaking off the engagement."

The Great Elder took out a blue jade pendant from his sleeve and handed it to Gu Sheng.

"The Azure Dragon Immortal King left this, saying that if you crush it, he will appear to help you with a matter."

Gu Sheng accepted the jade pendant, its texture was smooth and like jade, containing a heart-palpitating power inside.

Staring intensely at the jade pendant, an internal struggle ensued within him.

Should he crush it now and call out the Azure Dragon Immortal King to get clarity? Or...

"I advise you to keep it."

The Great Elder saw through his thoughts.

"This jade pendant can save your life at a critical moment."

Gu Sheng forcefully suppressed the fury surging in his chest, tucking the jade pendant into his bosom.

"Where are Gongsun Yue and my sister now?"

"Safe."

The Great Elder assured.

"Azure Dragon Immortal King personally escorted them to a secure place. But..."

His hesitant demeanor tightened Gu Sheng’s heart.

"But what?"

"Although Qiankun Venerate King is suppressed, Supreme Immortal Sect won’t let it rest. Returning to Tianlan Sacred Land now would be more dangerous."

Gu Sheng remained silent.

"I’m not going back."

"What?"

The Great Elder frowned.

"Right now, there are people everywhere looking for you!"

"Precisely because of that, I can’t go back."

"If I return to the Sacred Land, it’ll only bring disaster to the sect. Moreover..."

Gu Sheng touched his chest, where a golden seed was pulsating.

"I have reasons to continue my trials."

The Great Elder looked at Gu Sheng for a long time.

"Forget it, you’ve always had your own opinion since childhood. But from now on, you must hide your name."

He took out a black mask from the Void Ring.

"This is the ’Night Shadow Veil’, once worn, it can alter your appearance and aura, even True Immortals find it hard to see through."

Gu Sheng accepted the mask, its touch was icy cold.

The mask was entirely black, with two narrow slits for eyes, dark golden patterns flowing along its edge.

"Remember."

The Great Elder sternly warned.

"Unless absolutely necessary, do not reveal your strength, and don’t use your most recognizable Magical Treasure."

Gu Sheng nodded, placing the mask on his face.

The black mask adhered tightly to the face, Gu Sheng could feel it completely altering his aura.

Attempting to release a trace of Divine Sense to probe himself, he was astonished to find even his own thoughts could not penetrate the mask’s disguise.

"Good stuff!"

Gu Sheng softly praised.

With this "Night Shadow Veil", traversing Xinghong Spirit Domain indeed became much safer.

He looked towards the west, where Qinghe Holy Land lay.

Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge — rumored as the gathering place for Ghost Cultivators and Evil Cultivators, was precisely his target this trip.

Only by tempering in such perilous grounds can one quickly break through to the Dao Palace Realm.

Bidding farewell to the Great Elder, Gu Sheng sped westwards.

Encountering various spirit beasts along the way, whether Three-eyed Demon Wolves or Iron-backed Bears, he punched through them, not even letting them slow his steps.

The ground beneath gradually transitioned from lush forest to endless yellow sand.

The scorching desert under the blazing sun stirred waves of heat, yet Gu Sheng moved as if on solid ground, each step precisely landing on the firmest part of the sand dunes.

A thick smell of blood wafted in with the wind.

Gu Sheng frowned, the freshness of it was nauseating, ahead surely must be a large-scale clash.

Before he could ponder, an enormous yellow wall that connected heaven and earth abruptly rose on the horizon — a sandstorm was coming!

Instead of retreating, Gu Sheng accelerated forward.

His muscles tightened, True Yuan circulated within, forming a thin shield on his body.

"Bang!"

The sandstorm engulfed him.

In a split second, the world lost its color, flying rocks and sand struck the shield with dense popping sounds.

Gu Sheng closed his eyes and concentrated, relying solely on his Divine Sense to navigate, trudging forward in the raging sandstorm.

Three hours later, when Gu Sheng finally broke through the sandstorm, the sight before him left him dumbfounded.

An ancient city stands deep in the desert, its mottled walls casting an eerie dark red glow, and a heavy scent of blood wafts from within.

Strangely enough, outside the city, there is not a blade of grass to be found, a desolate scene, yet inside, the place is vibrant and bustling.

"Interesting..."

Gu Sheng decided to enter the city to investigate.

Approaching the city gate, two guards clad in black armor blocked his path.

One of them eyed Gu Sheng up and down, then asked coldly.

"Name? Sect?"

"I go by Mo, a Loose Cultivator with no affiliation."

Gu Sheng casually fabricated a name, his voice becoming husky and deep under the mask’s disguise.

The two guards suddenly became respectfully deferential.

"So it’s Senior Mo, please enter, please enter! Loose Cultivators are most welcomed in Blood Sand City!"

This reaction was off. Typically, sect-less Loose Cultivators are looked down upon; why are they cherished here?

The bloody scent was like an invisible snake, coiling around Gu Sheng’s nose.

Following the two guards through the towering city gate, inside was a scene of prosperity.

"Candied hawthorn! Fresh candied hawthorn!"

"High-quality Spirit Grass, don’t miss out!"

Shouts of vendors arose one after another, with crowds bustling through the streets.

Gu Sheng slightly glanced at the boys weaving through the masses.

They laughed and chased one another.

Strangely, not a single girl could be seen along the entire street.

"First time visiting Linyuan City, sir?"

The guard on the left grinned.

Gu Sheng nodded nonchalantly.

"Indeed. I’m curious, is there a place here for Cultivators to trade?"

The guard on the right showed a peculiar look in his eyes.

"Are you a Cultivator, sir?"

"Just a little knowledge,"

Gu Sheng replied humbly, while secretly observing their reactions.

He noticed that when he mentioned "Cultivators," both guards visibly tensed their muscles.

The scent of blood grew stronger.

Gu Sheng looked in the direction the smell was coming from and saw a majestic mansion standing in the center of the city.

The vermilion gate gleamed strangely in the sunlight.

"Is that the City Lord Mansion?"

Gu Sheng asked casually.

"Indeed."

The guard’s voice suddenly turned stiff.

"City Lord Nie’s governance is what allows Linyuan City to thrive."

Gu Sheng pretended not to notice the ghastly smile flashing across the guard’s face behind him.

He decided not to hurry to explore the City Lord Mansion, but instead turned to another street.

"Is there an inn nearby? I’d like to settle down first."

"There’s a ’Drunken Immortal Inn’ just around the corner, the finest inn in town."

The guard eagerly pointed the way.

As Gu Sheng stepped into the inn’s entrance, a boy of about ten summers skipped up to him.

"Big brother, you’re not a local, are you?"

The boy’s skin was dark, with big eyes swirling vivaciously, giving him a sharp look.

Gu Sheng crouched down, smiled, and patted his head.

"How do you know?"

"Because your clothes are different from ours!"

The boy answered innocently.

"And you have a pleasant scent, like mountain spring!"

Gu Sheng felt stirred.

"Little friend, do you know where Cultivators trade treasures in this city? I’m looking for a place called Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge."

"Cultivators?"

The boy tilted his head, thinking.

"Daddy said..."

A middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from inside the inn, his face pale as he picked up the boy hastily.

"Who told you to blab, brat!"

He fearfully glanced at Gu Sheng, as if spotting a beast, then turned and ran back into the inn with the child.

"Wait..."

Gu Sheng was about to ask further, but heard the sudden pounding of hooves behind him.

"Get out! Everyone move aside!"

The arrogant shouting accompanied the approaching hoofbeats.

Gu Sheng turned to see a man in black riding a completely jet-black steed, recklessly charging down the street.

Pedestrians scattered, some failing to dodge in time were directly knocked away.

"It’s Young Master Nie! Quickly, get out of the way!"