Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1122 - 585: The Secret on the Death Soldier

Sweeping her gaze across the group and confirming no injuries among them, Wushuang Taoist offered a warm smile and a nod.

"Excellent work, everyone made it back without a scratch, exactly as I hoped."

These words brought a surge of warmth and reassurance to their hearts.

Wushuang Taoist always placed their safety above all else. Whenever they returned to Yunhai, her sole concern was their condition, disregarding everything else, which touched them profoundly.

"Gu Sheng, did you uncover anything noteworthy on this journey?"

At the question, Gu Sheng nodded and turned his eyes toward Shi Lou.

Catching that look, Shi Lou gave the man a firm push, sending him stumbling right before Wushuang Taoist.

"Wushuang Taoist, this is one of the Death Soldiers serving Luo Qin, the son of King Luo. We spared his life on purpose to deliver him to you."

After examining the captive closely, Wushuang Taoist’s smile faded away.

"It explains their boldness; they’ve honed these Death Soldiers to a terrifying degree."

"Rumors say they’ve assembled a vast force of Death Soldiers. This outing, we took down just over a dozen, and it’s unclear if that’s the full extent. Luo Qin keeps enlisting more, aiming to forge additional ones."

"That sly old fox King Luo is far too crafty; he’d never allow Luo Qin to deploy every Death Soldier in one go. You’ve only wiped out a portion, but it suffices—as long as it sends a clear message, that’s victory enough."

While she talked, Wushuang Taoist extended her hand and seized hold; the man’s feet dragged forward against his will, soon clutched firmly by his collar.

"You lot head off to recover; I’ll deal with him myself."

With that, Wushuang Taoist departed, hauling the man along.

Observing their rapidly vanishing forms, Gu Sheng faced the group and instructed, "Get some rest now."

"Brother Sheng, will he pull through?"

"Relax, Wushuang Taoist ensures his fate remains in our grasp."

Gu Sheng’s assurance eased Shi Lou’s tension, and he made his way to his own quarters.

At last, with rest in sight, the entire team unwound.

After a session of meditation, Gu Sheng promptly fell into deep slumber.

He remained asleep through a full day and night, rousing only at dawn the following morning.

Catching sight of the morning light filtering in, Gu Sheng rose and exited his room.

"Brother Sheng, you were out cold for ages—how refreshing was it?"

Spotting Er Gou, Gu Sheng grinned and inclined his head.

"Quite refreshing, and you?"

"I didn’t sleep quite as long as you, but it’s been ages since I rested so deeply. Back in Stone Village, I could probably crash for several days straight."

"Patience, with Liu Ping already dispatched, we still need to confer with the Third Elder. Once affairs here are settled, we’ll head back to Stone Village."

The prospect of returning to Stone Village sparked excitement in Er Gou’s eyes.

"Wonderful! I’ll rush off and share the news with Shi Lou!"

Er Gou’s beaming expression drew an involuntary smile from Gu Sheng’s lips.

Right then, Hong Mei arrived, her face etched with gravity, and declared, "Gu Sheng, my master summons you."

Familiar with the likely topic, Gu Sheng agreed with a nod, and together they proceeded to Wushuang Taoist.

Even from a distance, Gu Sheng detected a thick wave of Evil Qi intertwined with a disturbing presence.

"Is that the energy radiating from him?"

"Indeed, true to a Death Soldier’s nature—even after all my master’s attempts, he hasn’t spoken a syllable. He teeters on the edge of demise now."

"I can imagine the results of their rigorous conditioning; let’s take a look."

They hurried forward, and Wushuang Taoist, aware of their approach, lifted her right hand, causing the door to swing open instantly.

The room inside was marred by heavy bloodstains, prompting Gu Sheng to arch an eyebrow faintly.

"Still no confessions from him?"

"He doesn’t need to talk anymore; I’ve extracted all the information I sought. Gu Sheng, call the others together—I’ll reveal everything."

Gu Sheng acknowledged with a nod, snapped his fingers, and sent a strand of qi darting forth. Those who felt it promptly gathered.

Moments later, the full group had convened.

The metallic tang of blood in the air sobered their faces into grim determination.

Addressing them directly, Wushuang Taoist explained, "King Luo’s Death Soldiers prove so resilient because they don each clad in Mystic Iron soft armor."

As she continued, she ripped off the tattered remnants of the man’s clothing with brutal strength, tearing away a strip of his flesh in the process.

"Observe this: the Mystic Iron Soft Armor. It renders them impervious to swords and gunfire. Yet King Luo’s cruelty knows no bounds; once donned, this armor binds for life—removing it spells certain death. Thus, escape from his dominion demands their very lives."

Gazing at the Mystic Iron encasing the man, Gu Sheng knitted his brows.

"Taoist, during the fight, when we felled those Death Soldiers, chains tumbled from their forms—was that from this Mystic Iron Soft Armor?"

"Precisely, it functions as flexible armor while equipped, but upon removal, it reverts to chain form. Since the wearer perished, it won’t empower another, manifesting as a chain that’s worthless if claimed."

"So this device shackles their very bodies, compelling endless battle unto death?"

"Spot on, and worse still, King Luo employs even darker techniques."

With these words, Wushuang Taoist produced a dagger and plunged it into the man’s shoulder, eliciting a burst of crimson.

"Sense it closely—detect any oddity in his blood. It’s still warm, so your perceptions ought to sharpen."

At her prompt, the group concentrated fiercely.

After some moments, Gu Sheng’s frown deepened markedly.

"Their forms are fortified with medicinal herbs, granting poison resistance, yet it gnaws at them internally?"

Wushuang Taoist nodded approvingly at Gu Sheng’s insight.