Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1130 - 589: Meeting Wang Chunshi

As soon as he severed the enemy's head, Gu Sheng lifted it triumphantly into the air.

"Cease all actions immediately! Or you'll suffer the exact same end as him!"

Witnessing their leader's head clutched in a stranger's grasp, the soldiers trembled in fear, chills racing through them, and they dared not put up any more fight.

Watching them discard their helmets and armor in frantic retreat, Gu Sheng addressed the Kunming Sect disciples: "Handle these individuals as per your sect's customs."

Grasping his intent clearly, the Kunming Sect members moved in without delay, sparing just two lives while dispatching the rest.

While the Kunming Sect folks were occupied with the cleanup, Lan Yao descended from the Stone at last.

He approached silently, slipping quietly over to Gu Sheng's side without a word.

"Gu Sheng, I've secured the herbs."

With that, he gave a gentle tap to his waist.

Their gazes locked, and Gu Sheng gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

Just then, one of the Kunming Sect members came up and offered Gu Sheng a respectful fist salute.

"Many thanks to you, brother, for your assistance. That's how we managed to wipe out this vile sect."

At those words, Gu Sheng dismissed it with a casual wave.

"In the world of Martial Arts, these are duties we all share."

"However, brother, about that herb..."

The moment he brought up the herb, Gu Sheng cut him off sharply.

"Truth be told, we're here to pay respects to Mr. Wang Chunshi. Would you kindly make the introduction?"

Realizing they sought an audience with his master, the disciple sized him up carefully.

"If I may ask, which sect or group do you belong to? How did you come to know my master's name? And what's the reason for your visit?"

Confronted by the barrage of inquiries, Gu Sheng simply produced the token from Wushuang Taoist.

"Brother, kindly pass this to Mr. Wang. He'll grasp the situation upon seeing it."

Sensing the powerful presence emanating from the token, the disciple's face shifted subtly, and he bowed his head in agreement.

"Very well, please hold on a moment; I'll return shortly."

As the Kunming Sect member rushed off, Gu Sheng turned to Lan Yao and instructed, "Pass the herbs to your followers and have them head back to the Elf Clan right away."

"This... is that wise? What if Wang Chunshi demands the herbs from you and you have none to show?"

"Trust me to manage it all. Send your people off with the herbs; you braved death to obtain them—don't waste that effort."

"But..."

"No more objections; we can't afford delays."

Gu Sheng's firm tone left no room for argument, so Lan Yao reluctantly gave the herbs to his subordinates.

"Hurry back to the Elf Clan; make sure not to linger along the way."

Catching his drift, the Elf Clan subordinates offered another salute and expressed their gratitude to Gu Sheng once more.

Gu Sheng gestured for them to depart swiftly with a wave.

The Elf Clan group wasted no time and began their journey away from Kunming Mountain.

When the Kunming Sect folks came back, the Elf Clan members had already vanished into the distance.

Gu Sheng breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he faced the returning group.

The disciple locked eyes with him and bowed respectfully with cupped hands.

"Honored brothers, my master bids you enter."

With Wang Chunshi's consent to the audience confirmed, the group felt a wave of relief wash over them, though tension lingered in their hearts—after all, Wang Chunshi's unpredictable nature was infamous, and no one could predict if this meeting boded well or ill.

Pondering silently, they pressed on without hesitation.

Trailing along the mountain base, they at last beheld the sprawling complex of courtyards.

Inhaling the pervasive scent of medicinal herbs, Gu Sheng's eyes gleamed with interest. He glanced back at Hong Mei, noting her sparkling gaze, and realized they shared the same realization.

Pushing down his excitement, Gu Sheng and his companions halted as the guides stopped ahead.

"Brother, my master awaits within. Kindly remain here for now."

Gu Sheng inclined his head, and the disciple departed.

Before long, the local disciples scattered, isolating Gu Sheng's group in the area.

Even after a prolonged wait, Wang Chunshi made no appearance, prompting Lan Yao to rub his head in frustration.

"Gu Sheng, why hasn't Mr. Wang emerged yet? Has he overlooked us?"

Detecting the presence from inside, Gu Sheng denied it with a shake of his head.

"No, just be patient and wait."

Lan Yao agreed with a nod and resumed his stance.

The party lingered from dawn till dusk, but Wang Chunshi remained unseen.

As darkness enveloped the land under a bright moon and twinkling stars, Bai Yu advanced and suggested, "Gu Sheng, night's fallen. Perhaps we should return in the morning?"

"No, we stay put and wait right here."

"You believe... he’s aware of it all?"

"Indeed."

Gu Sheng murmured his affirmation softly, offering nothing further. Bai Yu and the rest comprehended and retreated to their positions behind him.

In this manner, they endured a full night stationed at the gateway.

Only when the sun climbed midway did the Kunming Sect disciples reemerge, casting curious glances their way, though none drew near.

Gu Sheng casually shifted his view, his eyes crossing with the comrade from the earlier skirmish. Noticing Gu Sheng's look, the man quickly looked away, busying himself with some task.

Observing this evasion, Gu Sheng confirmed it stemmed from Wang Chunshi's orders, explaining why no one approached.

Bowing his head once more, he settled in for further patience.

Shi Lou and his companions possessed lesser strength compared to the others, and after a whole night on their feet, their legs ached, leading to subtle shifts in position.

Catching the faint noises, Gu Sheng glanced back quietly and murmured, "Stay still; endure it a while more."

Heeding his words, Shi Lou and the group froze in place, compelling themselves to remain motionless.

With the sun at its zenith, Shi Lou and his fellows reached their breaking point.

From within, Wang Chunshi's aura pulsed steadily, while the ambient energies of Kunming Mountain enveloped them relentlessly. These forces outmatched their own, exerting immense strain. Holding firm for a full day and night amid such intensity pushed them to their absolute limit through sheer willpower.

Though the sun blazed overhead, beads of cold sweat streamed unceasingly down the brows of Shi Lou and his companions.