Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

When he saw the scene at the bottom of the ravine, his pupils contracted sharply—

Long Teng’s body was neatly split in half, the cut smooth as a mirror, even the Demon Refining Spear was halved.

This Taichu Realm Holy Land Core Disciple maintained an expression of terror to his death, as if he couldn’t believe he’d fall in such a manner.

”One sword... dismembered a Taichu Realm...”

Ling Xiao’s throat felt dry, he turned his head to look at the unconscious Gu Sheng in the distance, then at the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword lying quietly on the ground, his heart set off stormy waves.

Ling Xiao’s pupils contracted violently, the sight before him made his breath catch.

Long Teng’s corpse was divided into two parts, with cuts flat as if slashed by the sharpest blade, blood forming an eerie seven-star pattern on the ground. Meanwhile, Gu Sheng lay at the edge of the blood pool, his face pale.

”This... this is...”

Ling Xiao’s voice was stuck in his throat, his fingers began to tremble involuntarily.

”Senior Brother Long Teng? How... how is he?”

Wang Yuchen stumbled over, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Liang Yu followed closely, his face ashen.

Ling Xiao suddenly let out a cold laugh, a laugh as piercing as an ice cone in winter, chilling them to the bone.

With a wave of his right hand, his Spiritual Power turned into an invisible hand, grabbing one of Long Teng’s severed arms to the front.

”See for yourselves!”

Ling Xiao sneered as he held the severed arm in front of Wang Yuchen’s eyes.

”Ah—!”

Wang Yuchen’s eyes bulged, let out a scream unlike a human sound from his throat, then fainted instantly.

Liang Yu’s legs went weak, he fell to his knees.

His mind went blank, he could only see the storage ring on Long Teng’s ever-present hand on the severed arm, with enemy flesh and blood stuck underneath the fingernails from the battle.

”No... impossible...”

Liang Yu shook his head mechanically, until Ling Xiao’s shadow loomed over him.

”Now you know fear?”

Ling Xiao’s voice was like Nine Nether Cold Ice.

”When betraying us, why didn’t you seem afraid?”

Pa!

Ling Xiao’s slap sent Liang Yu flying away.

He rotated in the air, blood and broken teeth spitting from his mouth, flying over a hundred meters before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling over a dozen times before stopping.

”Spare... spare me!”

Liang Yu struggled to his knees, face full of blood, pleaded for mercy.

”Brother Ling Xiao, I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake!”

Ling Xiao stepped forward, appearing instantly in front of Liang Yu, his right foot stamping fiercely on his face, grinding his head into the dirt.

”Ungrateful wretch!”

Ling Xiao applied more force, Liang Yu’s facial bones creaked under the pressure.

”Gu Sheng treated you like a brother, yet you stabbed him in the back at the crucial moment!”

Liang Yu’s pleas turned into indistinct sobs, blood gushing from beneath Ling Xiao’s foot.

Meanwhile, Gu Sheng’s fingers moved slightly.

He felt as if drained of all strength, every muscle aching unbearably. Even more terrifying was his dantian, completely empty, not a trace of Spiritual Power left.

”The Tai Chi Seven Star Sword... so domineering...”

Gu Sheng thought to himself, biting back the dizziness and began to operate the ”Nine Dragon Heaven and Earth Technique”.

As the mental method operated, Spiritual Energy from all around began to gather towards him.

At first like a trickle, soon transformed into a rushing river.

The blood color gradually returned to Gu Sheng’s pale face, his parched meridians once again filled with Spiritual Power.

”Hoo—”

Gu Sheng exhaled deeply, the numbness receding.

He suddenly opened his eyes, just in time to see Ling Xiao torturing Liang Yu.

”Ling Xiao.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was still a bit weak, but restored to its usual steadiness.

”What about Long Teng?”

Ling Xiao’s body trembled, he turned to Gu Sheng, eyes complicated.

He silently pointed to the pile of limbs not far away.

Gu Sheng’s pupils slightly contracted, he released his Divine Sense over the pile of flesh.

Although he was mentally prepared, confirming it was Long Teng’s corpse still made his heart wrench.

”Seven Sword Dismemberment... such a domineering Martial Technique...”

Gu Sheng looked down at his hands, recalling the feeling when wielding the Tai Chi Seven Star Sword earlier.

The sense of power, controlling all, was intoxicating, but the price extremely fearsome—it not only drained his Spiritual Power, but also almost rebounded back on himself.

”Must recover quickly.”

Gu Sheng stopped thinking and focused completely on his mental method. The Nine Dragon Heaven and Earth Technique was indeed a top-notch Cultivation Technique; within just a short period, his Spiritual Power had recovered by thirty percent.

Gu Sheng stood up and walked towards Ling Xiao.

With each step he took, his aura grew stronger, and by the time he reached Ling Xiao’s side, he had regained his usual dignity.

”Finish them off, and we’ll leave this place.”

Gu Sheng’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

Ling Xiao pressed down hard with his foot, causing Liang Yu to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

”Gu Sheng! Gu Sheng, spare me! I was confused for a moment and deceived by the Lishan Ancestor!”

Liang Yu struggled desperately, crawling to Gu Sheng’s feet, his nose and tears all over his face.

”For the sake of our years as fellow disciples, spare my life! I’m willing to be a beast of burden...”

Gu Sheng looked at him coldly, then suddenly lifted his foot and kicked him aside.

”Traitors do not deserve mercy.”

Liang Yu’s face turned ashen, and he lay limp on the ground, as if resigned to his fate.

”Senior Brother, what should we do with those cultivators practicing Evil Skills?”

Ling Xiao pointed to the dozens of people trembling in the distance.

They were originally the subordinates of the Lishan Ancestor, but now were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the crowd, suddenly furrowing his brow.

”Where is the Lishan Ancestor?”

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao was startled and quickly extended his Divine Sense to search.

Moments later, his expression turned extremely grave.

”Not good! That old bastard has fled!”

The two rushed to where the Lishan Ancestor had been, only to find a black robe on the ground, painted with eerie talismans in fresh blood.

”The Golden Cicada Shell Technique!”

Gu Sheng gritted his teeth.

”That old fox was prepared!”

Ling Xiao angrily stomped the robe into the dirt.

”Damn it! Letting him escape will spell endless trouble!”

Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes, gazing towards the ominous passage deep within the Ancient City.

The Lishan Ancestor was not only remarkably powerful but also versed in various sinister arts. Letting him slip away was akin to releasing a tiger back into the wild.

Ling Xiao stared at the azure robe hanging from a wooden stick, chill glint flickering in his eyes.

The robe fluttered without wind, emanating the unique eerie aura of the Lishan Ancestor, as if mocking their miscalculation.

”Such a clever Golden Cicada Shell!”

Ling Xiao, teeth clenched, punched the nearby stone pillar, scattering fragments of rock.

Gu Sheng coldly surveyed the abandoned Lishan Disciples, their faces still bearing expressions of disbelief.

”Your master fled long ago, leaving you as scapegoats.”

”Impossible! The Ancestor wouldn’t abandon us!”

A disciple with a tattooed face shouted, eyes betraying panic.

Ling Xiao sneered.

”Then how do you explain this robe? The old dog of Lishan used a Secret Technique to attach his presence to it, fooling us into believing he was still here.”

Gu Sheng didn’t waste any more words, drawing his Longsword, its icy light suddenly appearing.

”Kill!”

The sword light shot forth like a rainbow, instantly beheading three disciples.

Ling Xiao was not to be outdone, his hands weaving, Spiritual Power transforming into countless Wind Blades that tore the remaining few into blood mist.

”Ah! Ancestor, save me—” The last disciple’s scream was abruptly cut off as Ling Xiao shattered his Heavenly Spirit Cap with a single blow.

The battle ended swiftly.

Gu Sheng flicked the Blood Pearl from his sword and looked towards the south.

”Let’s go to the Purple Mist Sacred Land.”

The two departed, leaving the ruins of the Ancient City to return to silence. Only the azure robe continued to drift in the wind, like a flag of disgrace.

...

Long Teng’s body lay quietly on the sandy ground, being roasted by the scorching desert sun.

Suddenly, a segment of his severed arm emitted an eerie blue light, flesh dissolving away to reveal stark white bones. The brilliant blue light grew increasingly intense, eventually transforming into an aurora that shot skyward.

”Gu Sheng...”

Within the aurora came a faint soul wave, filled with venom.

”Even in death, I will not forgive you...”

The aurora swept across the sky, hurtling towards the Qinghe Holy Land. Birds touched by it ignited instantly, leaving a trail of ashes in the air.

...

”There’s a water source ahead.”

Ling Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointing to the distant shimmering silver light.