Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1786: Chapter 906: Raising the Stakes! The Holy Weapon Is Mine

Tantai Xuefei’s voice was icy cold, carrying the supreme authority of an ancient family.

The two Protectors were momentarily frozen under the pressure of this Venerable aura, their faces ashen. However, on the Tantai family’s territory, facing a resolute Venerable of the Tantai family, they ultimately dared not truly force their way in and could only anxiously watch the Vajra Body in the sky, which was about to collapse.

At this moment, Lu Chensong’s Sea of Consciousness was in complete chaos, and under the backlash of spiritual power, the Vajra Body, which had lost the support of Essence Blood, did not smoothly dissipate but instead began to fluctuate violently, showing signs of losing control and in turn devouring his own Life Origin! Without intervention, he would likely be drained by the backfiring Dharma Body in an instant, with his soul scattered!

Just at this critical juncture—

"Ah..."

A sigh that seemed to traverse endless space, filled with age and authority, abruptly sounded on the second floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall.

The next moment, a blurred old man’s phantom, condensed from pure spiritual power, appeared out of thin air in front of the crumbling Lu Chensong.

This phantom had a simple face, deep eyes, and radiated an overwhelming aura that made one’s heart palpitate. His gaze first fell on Lu Chensong, who was bleeding from seven apertures and whose consciousness was in disarray.

It was Elder Lu from the Myriad Phenomena Holy Land, whose life-saving measure remained either on the Demon Suppressing Pestle or Lu Chensong himself, had been activated!

The phantom of Elder Lu did not immediately act against Gu Sheng. He first extended a phantom finger towards Lu Chensong’s forehead, attempting to forcibly pacify the chaotic Sea of Consciousness with his powerful spiritual energy.

However, once his spiritual power penetrated, he felt an extremely bizarre force filled with destruction and chaotic will entrenched within, like a chronic disease, even he found it difficult to easily dispel at the moment! Attempting to forcibly intervene might directly harm the foundation of Lu Chensong’s soul!

The phantom of Elder Lu’s expression grew solemn as he slowly withdrew his finger and turned his gaze towards Gu Sheng, who was standing quietly nearby with a composed demeanor.

His gaze, sharp like a knife, seemed to pierce through Gu Sheng from inside out.

After a moment of silence, the phantom of Elder Lu spoke slowly, his voice carrying an indisputable authority yet tinged with a trace of caution.

"Young friend, it’s wise to be merciful where possible. Today’s matter might be a misunderstanding. Why not let it go, and I can represent Chensong in apologizing to you.

The stakes, too, can be nullified, how about it?"

Gu Sheng faced this spiritual phantom of a Peak Venerable with not a hint of fear on his face. He shook his head, his tone calm yet firm.

"Let it go? Fine."

He pointed to the Demon Suppressing Pestle, now dim and unconsciously gripped in Lu Chensong’s hand.

"This item, it’s mine."

Then he stated the stakes of the bet.

"The one million top-grade Spirit Stones, a Martial Technique of the Venerable Realm with Daoist Rhythm, and three pounds of Earth Tea. You have one day to send them to the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall. Otherwise..."

His gaze swept over the gasping, near-collapsing Dharma Body of Lu Chensong, and he said coldly.

"Even if your spiritual mark can temporarily protect him, once my ’Chaotic God’ force fully explodes, he will still be drained of all Life Origin by this uncontrollable Demon Suppressing Pestle Dharma Body."

The phantom of Elder Lu’s face turned instantly grim, his eyes flickering with cold light.

"Young friend, your appetite is too big! This Demon Suppressing Pestle is one of my lifebound Divine Weapons painstakingly crafted, how can it be given to you?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng not only did not back down but rather stepped forward, gazing directly at Elder Lu’s phantom, his tone carrying an undeniable assertiveness.

"Twenty breaths."

"Within twenty breaths, if he doesn’t awaken and dissolve this backfiring Dharma Body himself, then the Demon Suppressing Pestle still belongs to me. As for the stakes, you still have to pay."

A cold curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"If your Myriad Phenomena Holy Land feels shortchanged, you’re welcome to send someone to seize it. I reside at the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall, eagerly awaiting your arrival."

The phantom of Elder Lu’s face became so gloomy it seemed water might drip, Gu Sheng’s firm attitude and precise manipulation made him feel unspeakably stifled and furious.

The Demon Suppressing Pestle was one of his lifeblood Divine Weapons forged with innumerable efforts, and crucially left as an important life-saving trump card for his grandson, how could it be easily handed over? But the sinister force within his grandson’s Sea of Consciousness resembled a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment, leaving him in a dilemma.

He stared intently at Gu Sheng, as if wanting to engrave this audacious young man into his soul, ultimately squeezing out a few words from between his teeth.

"I accept the three stakes! Within one day, it will be delivered! But the Demon Suppressing Pestle... Absolutely impossible!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng’s expression showed no surprise, merely started to count down calmly.

"Twenty... Nineteen..."

Each count felt like a sledgehammer striking Elder Lu’s heart, striking the hearts of those watching the event.

The air seemed to solidify, leaving only Gu Sheng’s calm yet indisputable countdown voice.

"...Five, four..."

When Gu Sheng reached "three," Elder Lu’s phantom swung his hand fiercely, seeming to exhaust all strength, his voice tinged with hoarseness and endless fury.

"Stop! ...Fine! The Demon Suppressing Pestle... It’s yours!"

"A wise choice."

Gu Sheng stopped the countdown, his lips curving slightly upward.

He raised his hand, gently grasping towards the consciousness-disordered, bleeding Lu Chensong.

A subtle yet profound power swept through, the turbulent, chaotic spiritual force in Lu Chensong’s Sea of Consciousness was forcibly soothed by an invisible hand, although still weak and disorderly, the deadly ’Chaotic God’ force quietly dissipated.