Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1503: Chapter 774: Today’s Grudge Will Be Avenged Another Day (Part 2)

Gu Sheng was ready to deal with any situation.

Just as the white light was about to completely envelop him, Gu Sheng vaguely heard chaotic shouts and killing cries coming from outside the cave, as if a large number of people were rushing over.

"Looks like the Divine Sect’s reinforcements have arrived..."

That thought had only just flashed by when the dazzling white light completely drowned out his vision.

Deep within the Purple Mist Cave Heaven, in a dense forest shrouded in purple fog.

"Little White, hold on a bit longer! The Purple Mist Divine Pool is just ahead!"

Miao Muqing’s face was as pale as paper, and traces of blood still clung, un-dried, to the corner of her mouth.

She was riding on the back of a Horned Demon Beast that stood a full three zhang tall. The beast’s whole body was snow‑white, except for the two curved horns atop its head, which were an eerie purple‑black.

The Demon Beast’s body was covered in wounds, the worst at its abdomen, where a foot‑long gash kept oozing purple‑black blood. Yet it still ran with all its might, each leap carrying it dozens of zhang.

Behind them, dozens of figures pursued relentlessly, each one radiating a powerful aura... all of them were Sect Realm experts!

"Miao Muqing, you can’t escape! Hand over the Purple Mist Divine Crystal, and we’ll spare your life!"

The black‑robed elder at the front shouted harshly, his voice infused with a power that shook the Divine Soul.

Miao Muqing did not look back, merely patted the Demon Beast’s neck lightly.

"Little White, faster..."

Just then, her body suddenly swayed, and a brief daze flickered in her eyes.

When she focused her gaze again, those eyes that had been calm and wise suddenly held a pure, innocent, childlike clarity.

"Th‑this... where is this?"

Miao Muqing looked around in confusion. When she saw the dozens of Sect Realm experts chasing to kill her from behind, her small face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Ah! Why did Sis fall asleep at a time like this?!"

The white light before Gu Sheng’s eyes gradually dissipated. When his vision cleared, he found himself in a garden that looked like an Immortal Realm.

Spiritual Energy in the manor was so dense it was almost tangible, condensing into clouds and mist drifting with the wind; each breath felt like devouring the essence of heaven and earth.

"Such dense Spiritual Energy!"

Gu Sheng was secretly shocked, and instinctively reacted.

A large mass of Spiritual Energy cloud mist was drawn into his abdomen, rapidly transforming into pure True Qi that flowed into his meridians, and the expenditure from his earlier strike was instantly replenished by more than half.

The amount of Spiritual Energy in this one mouthful of cloud was at least equivalent to the total of dozens of ordinary Spirit Stones!

However, before Gu Sheng could continue absorbing this rare Spiritual Energy, a sudden change erupted...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Beams of dazzling radiance tore through the mist, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, carrying fierce killing intent as they swept toward him.

Gu Sheng’s pupils shrank abruptly, his spiritual power instantly spreading out, and within his Perception range, dozens of powerful auras appeared!

"An ambush!"

Alarm bells rang in Gu Sheng’s heart. His figure retreated like a ghost, while his spiritual power swiftly locked onto the figures hidden within the Spiritual Energy clouds.

Sixteen Heavenly Martial Realm Peak experts! Dozens more ordinary Heavenly Martial Realm fighters! Even more terrifying, there were several faint, indistinct auras—obviously Sect Realm experts suppressing the field from the shadows!

"Boom!"

The ground where Gu Sheng had been standing was instantly blasted into powder by dozens of True Qi Ribbons, debris flying, and even the surrounding Spiritual Energy clouds were torn apart by the shockwaves of the explosions.

The manor that had seemed like an Immortal Realm moments ago became a battlefield brimming with killing intent in the blink of an eye.

"Kill..."

Shouts of slaughter roared through the mist as dozens of figures burst out from all directions. Their True Qi erupted, weaving a Heaven and Earth Net that sealed off all of Gu Sheng’s escape routes.

"The Purple Mist Divine Sect sure went all out!"

Gu Sheng’s gaze turned icy. The Eighteen Cave Heavens within his body opened in an instant, massive amounts of Spiritual Energy condensing outside him into a protective gang qi, forming a solid layer of defense.

At the same time, his feet did not pause as he continued to retreat violently backward.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out without end, and wherever Gu Sheng passed, the ground was blasted into massive craters.

By now, he understood clearly... the Purple Mist Divine Sect’s Patriarch had long anticipated that he would break into the Purple Mist Cave Heaven, and had specially laid this Heaven and Earth Net here!

"Whoever kills Gu Sheng will be rewarded with one million High‑grade Spirit Stones!"

"Any who plot against the Purple Mist Divine Sect—kill without mercy!"

Harsh shouts came from the crowd. Those Heavenly Martial Realm Martial Artists had greed and killing intent in their eyes, and their attacks grew even more ferocious.

Gu Sheng’s brows knitted tightly. Simply fleeing like this was definitely not a solution.

He silently assessed his internal state... his body could still withstand three uses of Origin Power. If he could seize the right moment to unleash the Beichen Immortal Slaying Sword, he might be able to intimidate the crowd of enemies.

However, these Heavenly Martial Realm Martial Artists were clearly well trained, keeping just the right distance from one another, forming an encirclement while not giving Gu Sheng any chance to launch a counterattack in one move.

Even more troublesome was that they could walk the sky, their speed far surpassing Gu Sheng’s movement on the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

More than a dozen streaks of tunneling light suddenly accelerated, instantly overtaking Gu Sheng, fanning out to completely seal off his route of retreat.

"Gu Sheng, you have nowhere left to run!"

A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood in midair, features stern, eyes brimming with killing intent.

With a sweep of his sleeve, the other Martial Artists immediately halted their assault, yet still maintained a tight encirclement.

Gu Sheng stopped in his tracks and swept his gaze around, but the corner of his mouth hooked into a cold sneer.

"For dealing with a mere Heavenly Martial Realm like me, the Purple Mist Divine Sect actually mobilizes such a grand array. You really think highly of me."

"Cut the crap!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man barked sharply.

"You colluded with the Southern Emperor’s Holy Daughter and killed Martial Artists of my Purple Mist Divine Sect—your crime is unforgivable! Today is the day you die!"

"Oh?"

Gu Sheng raised a brow, ridicule in his eyes.

"Then why aren’t you making a move yet? Could it be you’re afraid of me, this ’mere Heavenly Martial Realm’?"

The purple-robed middle-aged man’s expression stiffened, then he laughed in fury.

"What a sharp-tongued brat! You think stalling for time will bring you reinforcements? The Southern Emperor’s Holy Daughter can hardly protect herself right now; no one can save you!"

Gu Sheng’s heart stirred slightly, but nothing showed on his face. Instead, he burst out laughing.

"When have I, Gu Sheng, ever needed others to save me? On the contrary, your Purple Mist Divine Sect, a grand Divine Sect, actually resorts to a gang beating to deal with a junior like me—aren’t you afraid the world will laugh at you when this gets out?"

"You!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man was choked speechless for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and sneered.

"No matter how slick your tongue, you still won’t escape death today! Everyone, heed my command—take this cur down!"

Over a dozen Heavenly Martial Realm experts responded in unison, their momentum shocking, yet oddly, though they had Gu Sheng tightly surrounded, no one wanted to be the first to step forward.

Seeing this, Gu Sheng’s cold smile deepened.

"What’s wrong? Do people of the Purple Mist Divine Sect only know how to flap their gums?"

"Insolence! Take down this little beast for me!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man flew into a rage, hair bristling, and with a sweep of his sleeve, those dozen-plus Heavenly Martial Realm experts, faces full of reluctance, were nonetheless forced to press in toward Gu Sheng.

A cold light flashed in Gu Sheng’s eyes as the eighteen Grotto Heavens within his body trembled in unison, boundless Spiritual Energy surging like roaring rivers.

"Beichen Immortal Slaying Sword!"

He gave a low shout. Golden Flame suddenly erupted around him, the flames twisting and warping, actually transforming into countless razor-sharp little swords three inches long, their blades coiled with blazing firelight, evaporating even the surrounding clouds of Spiritual Energy into nothing.

"Careful!"

One Heavenly Martial Realm expert cried out in alarm, but it was already too late.

Gu Sheng flicked his fingers, and over a hundred Divine Flame Qi Swords poured out like a torrential downpour, precisely shooting toward every enemy drawing near.

Where the Sword Qi passed, even the air was scorched into twisted distortions.

"Ah!"

Wails rang out in succession as three Early Stage Heavenly Martial Realm Martial Artists failed to dodge in time and were pierced through the shoulders by the Qi Swords. Their blood hadn’t even had time to flow before it was seared into charred black by the intense heat.

"You little bastard!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man was enraged, the terrifying pressure of his Sixth Realm Sect Realm cultivation crashing down toward Gu Sheng like a mountain.

He flipped his hands, and two pitch-black long blades appeared in his palms, strange purple patterns coiling along the blade bodies.

Gu Sheng’s lips curved slightly. The Storage Ring on his right index finger flashed with a faint light, and a crystalline, translucent Jade Talisman appeared in his palm.

"You old dog, today’s grudge will be repaid another day!"

Before his words fell, he suddenly crushed the Jade Talisman.

"A Thousand Miles Shifting Talisman?!"

The purple-robed middle-aged man’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Don’t even think about it!"

His twin blades crossed and slashed out, two crescent-shaped Blade Auras tearing through the air straight toward Gu Sheng.

"Turn!"

Gu Sheng hooked his sword fingers, and the Divine Flame Qi Swords that had originally been shooting toward the Heavenly Martial Realm Martial Artists suddenly changed direction. Over a hundred Flying Swords wove into a sword net, surging up to meet those two terrifying Blade Auras.