Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1256: Chapter 652: Blood River’s Recognition of Its Master

"Ling Xiao was right, the Blood River really exists!"

Gu Sheng’s spirits lifted, and the nearly exhausted spiritual power within him was forced to rise a bit.

Suddenly, a sound of something piercing through the air came from the left.

Gu Sheng instinctively sidestepped, as a streak of blue sword light brushed past his cheek and exploded a patch of ancient woods in the distance.

"Wang Xiu Jie!"

Gu Sheng’s pupils constricted as he recognized the owner of that sword light.

A man with a sinister face approached through the air, with killing intent nearly solidifying in his eyes.

"Gu Sheng, did you ever think of this day when you killed my brother?"

Gu Sheng didn’t explain, nor had the strength to explain.

The conflict back then was purely the Wang family’s disciples bullying the weak, and he was just defending himself.

Saying anything now would be futile, so he directly dived into a swamp filled with miasma.

Deep in the swamp, every step Gu Sheng took felt like treading on the edge of a blade.

The water and mud here were highly corrosive, and his boots were already in tatters, his feet bloodied and mutilated.

He dared not stop, for stopping meant death.

"Almost... almost there..."

Gu Sheng looked up at the blood-colored mountain, which seemed closer.

Suddenly, all his hairs stood on end, and he leaped forward.

The mud behind him erupted as a black shadow shot up from the ground; it was an entirely black giant serpent, as thick as a barrel.

"Fifth Rank Demon Beast!"

This level of demon beast was equivalent to a human Nascent Soul cultivator; he could have stood a chance under normal circumstances, but now...

The giant serpent opened its bloody maw, exhaling a foul stench.

Gu Sheng mustered the last of his spiritual power, a golden light condensed at his fingertips, shooting straight for the serpent’s left eye.

"Hiss—" The serpent writhed in pain, violently twisting its body and sending mud flying everywhere.

Gu Sheng seized the opportunity to roll aside, but the excessive movement worsened his internal injuries, causing him to cough up blood.

"Can’t fall here..."

Gu Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was about to continue forward when a horrific scream from the sky reached his ears.

Instinctively looking up, he saw a clump of dark clouds twisting bizarrely and quickly transforming into a black flood dragon, swooping down fiercely at a one-armed man.

"Watch out, second brother!"

The gray-robed man shouted, but it was already too late.

The black flood dragon pierced the one-armed man’s chest; without even having the chance to resist, his body exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The remaining two men’s expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly retreated.

But the black flood dragon didn’t pursue; it just circled around the spot where the one-armed man had fallen, letting out an eerie screech.

Gu Sheng was also shocked by this scene but quickly realized it was a heaven-sent opportunity.

Suppressing his pain, he quickened his pace toward the blood-colored mountain.

"Damn it!"

The gray-robed man watched as his companion’s body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist before even a scream could escape.

Every hair on his body stood on end, cold sweat running from the soles of his feet to his head.

"What’s going on?"

The red-haired man’s voice shook, and the long blade in his hand trembled slightly.

"Old Five was at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm, how could he..."

Gu Sheng also felt his heart pounding from this sudden change.

He reacted swiftly, taking advantage of the moment of distraction among the two pursuers to madly circulate his spiritual power, lunging forward tens of feet.

"Don’t let him escape!"

The gray-robed man was the first to snap back, shouting angrily.

But Gu Sheng had already torn open the void and disappeared from sight.

Without daring to pause even for a moment, he crossed the void three times in succession, each time precisely avoiding the dangerous areas undetectable by consciousness.

"This kid... his luck is incredible."

The red-haired man gritted his teeth but didn’t dare chase recklessly.

"Old Five’s death was bizarre; something’s off about this place."

The gray-robed man’s expression was as grim as water, slowly raising his right hand with a blue rune appearing in his palm.

"Let me see..."

The rune floated towards the area of the boiling dark clouds, yet silently dissipated midway.

The gray-robed man’s pupils shrank abruptly.

"It’s an array! An Ancient Array!"

"What?"

The red-haired man took a sharp breath.

"Even your ’Qingming Talisman’ can’t figure it out?"

"It’s more terrifying than imagined."

Cold sweat broke out on the gray-robed man’s forehead.

"The danger of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, we underestimated it."

But quickly, the gray-robed man pointed into the distance.

"That kid is getting further away!"

The red-haired man followed his gaze, seeing Gu Sheng’s figure turning into a small black dot, speeding towards the depths of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

What was astonishing was that Gu Sheng crashed through directly but never triggered any danger.

"Something’s off..."

The red-haired man squinted his eyes.

"This kid seems to have great fortune protecting him, thriving in this ghostly place."

The gray-robed man was silent for a moment, slowly nodding.

"A genius with such defiant fortune is the hardest to kill; any slight mishap will backfire on us."

"What should we do then? The Supreme Immortal Sect’s bounty..."

"Continue the pursuit!"

The gray-robed man’s eyes held a fierce look.

"But we must be more careful."

The two stopped their reckless chase, releasing powerful consciousness to cautiously investigate every inch of the land.

They avoided areas where their consciousness couldn’t penetrate, carefully advancing forward.

Just then, the sound of something breaking through the air came from the distant sky.

Dozens of figures approached from all directions, their auras varying in strength, but the weakest were still at the Heavenly Palace Realm.

"Damn it, the news leaked!"

The red-haired man’s face was grim.

The gray-robed man’s gaze focused, suddenly pointing out a group among them.

"Look over there... people from Qinghe Holy Land!"

The red-haired man looked, seeing cultivators in blue robes approaching through the air, each with a winding river pattern embroidered on their chest.

Though the highest cultivation among this group was only at the peak of the Heavenly Palace Realm, the expressions of the gray-robed and red-haired men grew more grave.

"Trouble..." the red-haired man whispered.