Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1110 - 579: The Poison of Ink Fragrance

Once the ink scent had been passed to Gu Sheng's hands, he swiftly wrapped it within the aura emanating from the small tripod.

"You all leave first. Unless I summon you, stay out."

Hearing his words, Hong Mei quickly responded, "No way, I'm not going. I'll remain right here with you!"

After her declaration, the rest nodded in agreement one by one.

Witnessing their determination, Gu Sheng let out a resigned sigh.

"Listen, go outside with the others. That ink scent is incredibly toxic; I can manage it by myself. But with too many staying, I'd have to worry about your safety and get divided. Any mishap would be disastrous. I can protect myself just fine."

Following persistent coaxing, Hong Mei and the group eventually departed.

With the door shutting behind them, Gu Sheng set his hands into motion.

He meticulously ground the ink scent into fine powder, holding his breath the entire time to avoid any accidental inhalation. Without his robust inner strength, he could have perished right there from his own efforts.

Once the entire ink scent was reduced to powder, Gu Sheng retrieved various medicinal herbs and blended them thoroughly with the substance.

Confirming that all the ink scent had been used up, he then channeled the Qi from his Dantian to gradually neutralize the foul odor, converting it into an odorless and flavorless toxin.

This procedure demanded immense patience and took a considerable amount of time; Gu Sheng remained utterly vigilant, concentrating entirely without a single lapse, which spanned a complete two hours.

As dawn's first light appeared, Gu Sheng at last sealed the deadly poison inside a porcelain vial. After clearing away all lingering smells in the chamber and verifying that normality had returned, he drew in a profound breath.

Pushing open the window, he inhaled the crisp morning air from beyond, experiencing a profound sense of invigoration.

Gazing upon the porcelain bottle clutched in his grasp, a subtle smile tugged at his lips.

He acknowledged that Luo Qin's followers possessed formidable power, yet they practiced the Evil Sect’s Qi. For such cultivators, the ink scent represented the deadliest of toxins. At first whiff, no unease would arise. But as their breathing persisted and their cultivation advanced, the venom would relentlessly trigger within them. Should they achieve breakthrough, that very triumph would spell their doom, bodies bursting in horrific demise. Failure meant gradual erosion by the poison, culminating in tormented expiration.

Regarding Luo Qin himself, should he carry the Evil Sect’s Qi, the effects would claim him too. Otherwise, fortune would favor him, and alternative strategies would emerge.

Detecting approaching footsteps from without, Gu Sheng finally glanced over.

"Quit hovering by the door; enter now."

His command barely finished when the others rushed inside, shoving the door wide.

Beholding him intact and steady, a collective wave of relief washed over them with deep exhalations.

"Gu Sheng, was it successful?"

"Indeed, we're off to Qingcheng Sect."

The announcement caught the group off guard.

"This instant?"

"Correct, immediately. Dawn hasn't fully broken, making it the ideal moment to slip away undetected and evade prolonged exposure."

Grasping his intent, the sleepless assembly instantly rallied, brimming with readiness to proceed.

Gu Sheng gestured toward the window and vaulted through it ahead.

Lan Yao and her companions trailed closely, assembling moments later on the empty avenue.

They darted through the dim alleys with haste, beelining toward Qingcheng Sect.

Before long, they reached the site, where Gu Sheng stationed sentinels around the perimeter while he transported the ink scent to the zone thickest with malevolent qi.

Observing Gu Sheng's retreating figure, tension gripped everyone's chests once more.

Gu Sheng advanced with utmost care and promptly located the target area.

Fortunately, the Evil Sect members clustered together in a single location, simplifying his task immensely.

Concealing his presence and selecting an optimal vantage, Gu Sheng uncorked the porcelain bottle and methodically released the toxin within.

Suppressing his own aura in isolation, he permitted the poison to diffuse throughout the space.

The occupants inside remained oblivious, lost in slumber. Gu Sheng noted their unwitting intake of the toxin, which elicited a faint smirk on his face.

When over half the bottle's contents had been dispersed, a distant commotion erupted abruptly.

Though faint, the disturbance carried urgency.

The sleepers' eyes stayed shut, yet their lids twitched faintly, jolting Gu Sheng alert.

They were shifting from profound repose to shallower rest, on the verge of stirring. Delay in withdrawal meant certain doom that night!

With this realization, Gu Sheng clenched his jaw and decisively hurled the vial, unleashing the remaining poison. Ignoring whether it had been fully absorbed, he spun and fled.

Mere instants after Gu Sheng's departure, a shout pierced the distance: "There he is!"

The cry belonged to a stranger, and the figure Gu Sheng spotted was likewise unknown.

Bai Yu lunged forward without hesitation, seizing the intruder's arm and wrenching it viciously behind. Lan Yao darted in, clamping a hand over the mouth, muffling the ensuing cry into silence.

Nonetheless, the noise had roused the vigilance of Qingcheng Sect's dwellers.

From behind Gu Sheng, pursuers closed in rapidly.

"Halt right there! How bold to invade our Qingcheng Sect under cover of night? You're courting death!"

The challenger's voice from Qingcheng Sect sent Gu Sheng's heart pounding fiercely.

As the foe prepared to shout anew, risking further alerts, Gu Sheng scrapped his retreat and charged directly instead.

To avoid detection, Gu Sheng refrained from unleashing his aura, relying solely on the Fire Spirit Dagger for defense.

Noting Gu Sheng's lack of aura, the adversary's confidence surged.

Their forms clashed with tremendous force, the opponent's aura surging toward Gu Sheng at once.

Amid the aura's tangle, Gu Sheng lashed out wildly with the Fire Spirit Dagger, shattering the binding force, then lunged to pierce the chest in a fluid strike.

Perceiving the assault, the enemy retreated hastily, snapping his fingers to unleash a strand of dark qi that hurtled toward Gu Sheng's limb.