Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1257: Chapter 652: Blood River’s Recognition (Part 2)

"Qinghe Holy Land is the dominator of this region. Even if those coming are not top experts, we can’t afford to offend them."

The man in gray seemed a bit conflicted.

"What if they come to snatch Gu Sheng after we capture him?"

"Escape!" The red-haired man didn’t hesitate.

"Leave Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, escape the sphere of Qinghe Holy Land’s influence, and then contact the Supreme Immortal Sect."

The man in gray nodded.

"If the secret on Gu Sheng is astonishing enough... we might even give up the Supreme Immortal Sect’s bounty."

"Let’s do it this way!" A greedy light flickered in the red-haired man’s eyes.

"At worst, we’ll leave Xinghong Spirit Domain."

Having reached an agreement, just as they were about to continue the pursuit, they suddenly sensed a sharp aura approaching.

Turning their heads, they saw a young man in white leading several powerful figures as they traversed the air with astonishing speed.

"Wang Xiu Jie!"

The man in gray’s expression slightly changed.

"Why is he here too?"

Wang Xiu Jie glanced over at the two men in gray, with a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

"You two are really slow; you can’t even capture a seriously injured junior."

The red-haired man was about to retort when the man in gray pulled him back, whispering.

"Don’t create complications."

Seeing the two men too afraid to respond, Wang Xiu Jie sneered even more.

He turned his gaze to the distance, where Gu Sheng’s figure was already disappearing into the depths of the mountains.

"There’s something strange about the mountaintop."

An elder beside Wang Xiu Jie reminded him.

"It emits a red light..."

"Hmph, putting on a show!"

Wang Xiu Jie scoffed dismissively, instantly crossing hundreds of meters to reach the foot of the mountain.

The strength Wang Xiu Jie displayed far exceeded their expectations.

"We must fight!" The red-haired man gritted his teeth.

"There’s no time to hesitate!"

The two of them no longer held back, fully propelling their spiritual power and transforming into two streams of light to pursue.

The other powerful individuals arriving saw this and accelerated as well, filling the sky with radiant glows and overwhelming killing intent.

Gu Sheng had already reached the mountaintop. Looking back, he saw countless figures rushing toward him.

A bitter smile appeared as he realized he was cornered with no escape.

"Seems I can only gamble..."

He turned to the other side of the mountain, where a fierce wind suddenly arose, stirring a monstrous wave of blood.

The blood wave surged toward the sky, dyeing half of the heavens a crimson red.

On the other side of the mountain, unexpectedly, was a tumultuous Blood River!

The river’s water was thick as paste and emitted a nauseating stench.

At the end of the Blood River, a massive treasure sword pierced the sky, its blade exuding a chilling glow that shook the heart.

"That is..."

Gu Sheng’s heart raced.

"Supreme Treasure Sword!"

He instantly realized that the Blood River was the only path to the treasure sword.

The pursuers were already upon him, their killing intent locking onto him from the sky.

"I’ve got to risk it!"

Without further hesitation, Gu Sheng leaped and plunged into the raging Blood River.

"No!"

The man in gray reached the mountaintop first, watching helplessly as Gu Sheng’s figure was swallowed by the blood waves.

Just as Gu Sheng’s figure disappeared into the blood waves, the entire Blood River erupted in violent turbulence, with massive blood bubbles bursting and releasing a revolting stench.

Wang Xiu Jie stood at the cliff’s edge, frowning deeply.

The other powerful figures arriving behind him also halted, gazing with uncertainty at the eerie Blood River below.

"This Blood River..." Wang Xiu Jie murmured to himself.

"Why has it never appeared in the intelligence about Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge?"

A man in black, carrying a long spear, stepped forward and spoke gravely.

"Senior Brother Wang, is that kid acting rashly or..."

"Hmph!"

Wang Xiu Jie sneered, cutting him off.

"Whether he’s acting rashly or not, jumping into such a place means certain death!"

Suddenly, in the center of the Blood River, a hundred-zhang high blood wave surged, vaguely revealing a figure struggling to advance toward the treasure sword piercing the sky in the distance.

"That is... Gu Sheng?!" The man in black’s eyes widened.

Wang Xiu Jie’s pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

"How is it possible! He’s still alive?"

The terrifying aura emanating from the Blood River even instilled dread in these Heavenly Palace Realm experts. How could Gu Sheng, already gravely injured, survive within the Blood River?

"Something’s not right..." Wang Xiu Jie squinted his eyes.

"This Blood River might be some kind of trial, or it’s..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of something cutting through the air suddenly arrived from afar.

Everyone turned to look and saw several beams of light rapidly approaching.

"People from Qinghe Holy Land!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Xiu Jie’s face darkened, with some apprehension.

The two leading figures, one dressed in a green long robe, had a stern face.

The other was a red-clothed woman, with a fire whip in hand, dispelling the surrounding evil Qi.

"Holy Land Core Disciples from Qinghe..." the black-clothed man beside Wang Xiu Jie whispered.

"This is troublesome now."

After landing, the man in the green robe looked directly at Wang Xiu Jie.

"Wang Xiu Jie, you have crossed the line."

Wang Xiu Jie sneered.

"Since when did Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge become a forbidden area of Qinghe Holy Land?"

"Stop pretending to be clueless." The red-clothed woman swung her fire whip, which exploded with a burst of flames in the air.

"Gu Sheng is a wanted criminal of our Holy Land, the Supreme Immortal Sect has no place interfering."

Another figure descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the mountaintop rock, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Hahaha, what a lively scene!"

As the dust settled, it revealed a burly man, his naked upper body covered with hideous scars, carrying a gigantic Mountain Opening Axe on his back.

"Lin Batian!" Someone recognized this genius Loose Cultivator.

Lin Batian glanced around, grinned.

"I heard Gu Sheng’s physical body rivals that of an Ancient Fierce Beast, I’ve come to experience it!"

Wang Xiu Jie scoffed.

"Brute."

Lin Batian took no offense, he strode to the edge of the cliff, looking down at the Blood River.

"That kid jumped in? Interesting!"

Just then, the Blood River underwent another mutation.

The river surface suddenly split open with a massive fissure, a giant hand formed from blood thrust out, reaching for those on the cliff.

"Watch out!"

Everyone retreated, except Lin Batian, who advanced instead, shouting as he swung the Mountain Opening Axe, emitting a dazzling axe light.

"Boom!"

The axe light collided with the blood hand, erupting into a deafening roar.

The blood hand was split open but healed instantly, continuing to reach forward.

"Retreat!"

The man in the green robe yelled, drawing his longsword, slicing out a green-colored sword light.

The red-clothed woman also attacked, her fire whip like a dragon, striking the blood hand.

Under the joint efforts of the two Holy Land Core Disciples, the blood hand was finally repelled, retracting into the Blood River.

But everyone felt a lingering fear; the aura emanating from that blood hand far exceeded the Heavenly Palace Realm!

"This Blood River..."

Lin Batian put away his playful expression, speaking solemnly.

"It’s not simple."

Wang Xiu Jie pointed to the center of the Blood River.

"Look there!"

Everyone followed his direction, seeing Gu Sheng’s figure had advanced several hundred feet, progressing slowly but steadily.

"How... how did he do it?"

The black-clothed man’s disbelief was palpable.

Wang Xiu Jie’s eyes sparkled with realization.

"Just as I thought! This Blood River is not a dead land, but some kind of inheritance trial!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions varied.

An inheritance trial meant opportunity, but also danger.

"Senior Brother Wang, should we..." the black-clothed man asked quietly.

Wang Xiu Jie raised his hand in restraint.

"No rush. Let others test the waters first."

He glanced over at the two from Qinghe Holy Land and Lin Batian, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"In the face of opportunity, someone will surely lose patience."

Lin Batian suddenly laughed heartily.

"An inheritance trial? Interesting! I’ll go first!"

With that, he jumped into the Blood River.

"Boom!"

At the moment Lin Batian entered the water, the Blood River erupted again, more intensely than before.

Countless blood hands emerged from the river surface, frantically grasping at Lin Batian.

"Good timing!"

Lin Batian laughed wildly, wielding the Mountain Opening Axe into a light screen, fiercely clashing with the blood hands.

Everyone watched breathlessly; Lin Batian was fiercely courageous, but under the siege of the blood hands, his progress was extremely slow, far less easy than Gu Sheng.

"It seems the trial varies from person to person."

The man in the green robe was pensive.

The red-clothed woman frowned.

"Why can Gu Sheng progress so effortlessly?"

Wang Xiu Jie suddenly thought of something, his expression changed slightly.

"Could the Blood River be acknowledging an owner?"

Amidst the crowd’s uncertainty, a distant clear bell sound rang out.