Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

He restrained his aura, slowly descended to the ground, and cupped his hands.

”Ah, so it’s a friend from Purple Mist Sacred Land. I am the Luoyun City Lord. I apologize for any offense just now.”

The young man in the purple robe, seeing that the other recognized his identity, had an even prouder expression on his face.

”I am Luo Xiutian, the former Saint Heir of Purple Mist Sacred Land, and these are my junior brothers and sisters. Luoyun City Lord, your actions just now were a great disrespect to my Purple Mist Sacred Land!”

Cold sweat emerged on the forehead of the Luoyun City Lord. Purple Mist Sacred Land is one of the six top forces in the cultivation world; even a random elder could destroy his Luoyun City, let alone this genius disciple cultivated by the sacred land in front of him.

”Please forgive me, Saint Son Luo!”

The Luoyun City Lord hurriedly apologized.

”I was temporarily distracted by the pain of losing my son and meant no offense!”

”The pain of losing a son?”

Luo Xiutian slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression softened somewhat.

”What happened?”

The Luoyun City Lord gritted his teeth and said.

”It’s an evil man named Gu Sheng! He not only killed my son but also slaughtered dozens of disciples of the Six Great Holy Lands and seized the Ancient Divine Sword!”

”What?”

Luo Xiutian’s face changed dramatically.

”Are you serious? Where is this Gu Sheng now?”

”According to reliable information, he might have already sneaked into the Descending Immortal Realm!”

The Luoyun City Lord’s eyes harbored a malicious gleam.

”I came here precisely for this reason, sworn to grind him to dust!”

Luo Xiutian exchanged glances with the junior brothers and sisters behind him, their expressions turned serious.

As core disciples of Purple Mist Sacred Land, they naturally knew what the name Gu Sheng represented—an individual fierce enough to escape the combined pursuit of elders from the Six Great Holy Lands, a peerless genius possessing the Ancient Divine Sword!

”Luoyun City Lord.”

Luo Xiutian suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

”Since you want to hunt down Gu Sheng, why not accompany us? We are heading to Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain for enlightenment; you could protect us and, incidentally, search for traces of Gu Sheng.”

The Luoyun City Lord cursed inwardly; as a dignified city lord, he would now serve as a bodyguard for a group of youngsters? But faced with the might of Purple Mist Sacred Land, he dared not refuse and could only force a smile.

”It is my honor to be of service to Saint Son Luo.”

Luo Xiutian nodded with satisfaction, then shifted the topic.

”However, I am quite interested in this Gu Sheng. You said he obtained the Ancient Divine Sword? Tell me in detail.”

The Luoyun City Lord dared not hide anything and disclosed all the information he knew.

As he recounted how Gu Sheng single-handedly fought against the elders of the Six Great Holy Lands and eventually escaped unscathed, Luo Xiutian’s eyes grew brighter.

”Interesting, very interesting!”

Luo Xiutian clapped his hands and laughed.

”Such an opponent is worthy of being my match!”

A female disciple behind him worriedly advised.

”Senior brother, this person is ruthless, not even the sacred land elders can deal with him. Perhaps it’s wiser to avoid...”

”Foolish!”

Luo Xiutian harshly rebuked.

”The cultivation path is meant to defy fate. If we don’t dare confront such challenges, what can we say about pursuing the great path?”

He turned to the Luoyun City Lord, his eyes glittering with calculation.

”City Lord, you said Gu Sheng might be in the Descending Immortal Realm? Why don’t we set a trap to lure him out?”

The Luoyun City Lord felt a sudden urge.

”What brilliant ideas does Saint Son Luo have?”

Luo Xiutian smiled mysteriously.

”Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain is a renowned enlightenment holy land within the Descending Immortal Realm; the deeper one goes, the more profound the Daoist technique becomes. We will proceed with great fanfare and widely invite cultivators to comprehend the Dao in the name of Purple Mist Sacred Land... if Gu Sheng is indeed here, upon hearing of such a grand event, he will surely come to investigate!”

”Brilliant plan!”

The Luoyun City Lord applauded and then expressed his concern.

”But what if he recognizes me...”

”Don’t worry.”

Luo Xiutian interrupted him.

”You need only observe from the shadows. Notify me the moment you discover any suspicious individuals. I will have junior brothers and sisters spread the news that Purple Mist Sacred Land has discovered ancient ruins at Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain... this attraction, no one can resist!”

The group agreed on the strategy and immediately set out for Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain. On the way, Luo Xiutian introduced it to everyone.

”Each leaf of the bamboo at Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain contains different Daoist techniques; the deeper you go, the more profound the techniques. To achieve enlightenment, one must cut the bamboo; the more you cut, the deeper the understanding. But if you lack strength and force your way in...”

”What will happen?”

A disciple asked curiously.

Luo Xiutian sneered.

”Last year, an overconfident late Golden Core stage loose cultivator suffered backlash from the bamboo’s Daoist techniques and exploded on the spot!”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned pale, but Luo Xiutian remained indifferent.

”So you must act within your capability. Our primary aim is to lure out Gu Sheng; comprehending the Daoist technique is merely secondary. When the Descending Immortal Realm’s spiritual tide strikes, we will leave.”

”City Lord, please.”

Luo Xiutian stepped aside, nodding slightly towards a shadow behind him.

A gray shadow silently emerged, and the Luoyun City Lord’s face, forever veiled in mist, slightly turned, emitting a hoarse voice.

”Sect Master Luo is too kind.”

Before his words fell, a wisp of black smoke suddenly flew out of his sleeve, circling three times in the air before pointing southeast.

Luo Xiutian’s eyes gleamed with light.

”Oh? City Lord, this is...”

”Two little mice.”

The Luoyun City Lord sneered.

”Passed through here not long ago, the scent is still fresh.”

The bamboo leaves rustled as Luo Xiutian stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering without wind.

He closed his eyes to sense for a moment, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.

”Indeed, there’s residual Sword Qi from that Ling Xiao kid... and a scorching aura, which must be Gu Sheng.”

”Sect Master has discerning eyes.”

The Luoyun City Lord echoed with sinister amusement.

”Shall we pursue?”

”Naturally.”

Luo Xiutian waved his sleeve.

”Opportunities at Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain are rare; how can we let them monopolize it?”