Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1666: Chapter 846: Cold Light

”How... could it be...”

This was his final blurred thought before his consciousness was completely obliterated.

This fragment of spiritual imprint couldn’t even leave a complete last word, shattering completely like a bubble beneath that sword, dissipating into nothingness.

In the alley, Gu Sheng’s figure had quietly stood at some unknown time.

In his hand was an anciently designed Longsword, exuding a faint Emperor’s pressure — the Southern Emperor Sword. The blade was pristine and clear, unstained by any impurity, as if the swift, shadowy strike that eradicated the spiritual imprint hadn’t come from it.

Gu Sheng’s expression was emotionless as he flipped his wrist, and the Southern Emperor Sword vanished silently from his hand.

He didn’t even glance at the spot where the spiritual imprint had dissipated, as if he had merely crushed a noisy fly.

His form moved again, as if via instant teleportation, returning to the blood-drenched front courtyard of the Gu Family Mansion.

The surviving Gu Jianghe still sat paralyzed in the pool of blood, his eyes sorrowful. Dozens of Linlang Guards stood like statues beside him, silently guarding, as the air was suffused with suffocating grief and a deadly solemnity.

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the corpses of his clan strewn across the ground, a flicker of deep pain in his eyes, quickly replaced by a firmer, colder resolve.

He spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but clear enough for every Linlang Guard to hear.

”Settle the families of the deceased properly, bury the dead with honor. All expenses will come from my share in the Linlang Pavilion; do not spare any cost.”

”Yes! We obey the Third Pavilion Master’s command!”

The Linlang Guard Leader bowed his fists resolutely, answering with a powerful voice, without the slightest hesitation.

Their reference to ”Third Pavilion Master” revealed Gu Sheng’s high status within the Linlang Pavilion.

After issuing the command, Gu Sheng fell silent.

He stood quietly amidst the sea of corpses and blood, like a silent statue. The twilight’s glow cast on him elongated his stalwart silhouette into a tragic and heroic painting against the crimson ground below.

The Linlang Guards quietly executed the order, carefully gathering the bodies, no one dared to disturb him.

Situ Qingfeng had arrived early as well, standing not far away, gazing at Gu Sheng’s back, silent but seemingly entangled in a monstrous storm, his expression incredibly complex, attempting several times to speak words of comfort or advice, yet all words transformed into silent sighs.

He knew, any words now were futile.

He could only stand silently by his side, sharing this heavy burden with his friend.

The sky gradually darkened, the blood-like sunset staining the sky and earth with a tragic red, as if even the heavens mourned the Gu family’s tragedy.

As the last ray of sunlight was about to disappear beneath the horizon, Gu Sheng, who had remained silent, suddenly opened his eyes!

Those eyes no longer held the previous raging fury and murderous intent, replaced instead by an extreme coldness and calmness, like ageless, unyielding ice, unfathomable, yet seeming to contain the resolve to burn everything to ash.

He took one last deep look at the place he had lived for many years, now turned into a Shura field, then decisively turned around and walked out of the shattered gate of the Gu family.

At the doorway, he paused slightly, but did not look back, speaking with a calm yet resolute, oath-like voice.

”This vengeance is as irreconcilable as heaven! I, Gu Sheng, will personally repay this blood debt from Xiao Beixuan!”

As his words fell, he flicked his finger.

A wisp of extremely condensed Pill Fire, emanating terrifying heat, fluttered like a living spirit into the Gu Family Mansion.

Bang—!

As the Pill Fire touched the ground, it exploded instantly, transforming into raging flames, spreading quickly like a wildfire! Fire tongues madly licked the pavilions, beams, doors, and windows, consuming the blood and corpses still saturating the ground.

The towering fire illuminated the darkening Wuyun City, reddening Gu Sheng’s cold, resolute side profile.

He did not look again at the burning home, and silently vowed in his heart.

”In half a month’s time, I will carry the head of the mastermind here to honor the souls of the deceased!”

Afterward, his figure moved, transforming into a green rainbow, breaking through the sky without looking back. Situ Qingfeng and the Linlang Guard Leader exchanged glances, promptly following after him.

...

Three hours later.

Great Wilderness City, Underground City, Linglang Pavilion Headquarters, in a tastefully furnished yet somberly atmospheric Quiet Room.

Situ Qingfeng sat restlessly, unconsciously rubbing the priceless teacup in his hand repeatedly, the Spiritual Tea within long cooled.

His gaze was tightly fixed on the man sitting opposite, who since returning had kept his eyes closed and silent, like a monk in meditation, Gu Sheng.

Outside, the night had shifted from deep black, gradually transitioning to the grey of pre-dawn, then showing hints of morning light.

For several hours, Gu Sheng had seemingly turned into a stone, not uttering a word, his aura restrained to the utmost, yet also repressed to the utmost.

Situ Qingfeng finally couldn’t bear it anymore, rising once more, pacing a few steps in the room, then stopping before Gu Sheng, his tone filled with concern and urgency.

”Gu! Say something! I know you are grieving, but this matter needs careful planning! That Xiao Beixuan has clearly set up this Life and Death Arena, openly poised to lure you in; he must be well-prepared! You must not act impulsively!

No matter what you plan, I, Situ Qingfeng, am willing to accompany you, through hell and high water, without batting an eye!”