Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1140 594: Strength Exhausted

Upon reaching the White Cloud Sect on their inaugural day, Gu Sheng ushered everyone inside and promptly sealed the entrance using the heavy Xuan Iron.

Locked within a chamber devoid of natural light, Bai Yu heaved a series of despondent sighs.

"Gu Sheng, what is the reason for such haste? We haven't even detected any shifts from King Luo yet. Is it not possible to relax for a few days? The White Cloud Sect is overflowing with fine wine and food. You haven't sampled a drop; are you truly immune to such temptations?"

"My appetite is not as gluttonous as yours. Furthermore, we lack any intelligence regarding King Luo. Nobody can say for certain if he has mobilized. What if he is already en route, and we haven't devised a way to pierce that soft armor? Would you prefer to stand by while the White Cloud Sect faces an assault?"

Following Gu Sheng's declaration, Lan Yao chuckled and remarked, "Bai Yu, since this is your own Sect, shouldn't you be displaying some concern? Are you not afraid I might inform your father and have him discipline you according to the family rules?"

In response, Bai Yu merely rolled his eyes at him.

"My father would never resort to such measures. Cease your attempts to intimidate me with that."

"If you harbor no fear, then so be it. However, are you not worried about potential disaster befalling the White Cloud Sect?"

This time, Bai Yu offered a nod of agreement.

"I cannot deny it; I am indeed quite anxious. After all, having witnessed the ferocity of those death soldiers, a lingering sense of dread remains."

Hearing these words, Gu Sheng immediately shoved a shard of Xuan Iron into his hand.

"Since you understand the danger, let us begin at once. Developing a method to penetrate that soft armor is the only way to ensure the White Cloud Sect remains secure."

Though Gu Sheng distributed a piece of Xuan Iron to every member present, confusion hung in the air as they stood idle, unsure of where to commence.

"Gu Sheng, how are we to proceed?"

"We must identify a spell capable of liquifying this Xuan Iron. If we intend to forge weapons, melting it is the unavoidable first step. It is a critical task."

"You mean to say you haven't yet discovered a way to melt it?"

"Correct."

Gu Sheng’s tone remained detached, yet his companions were far from composed.

They had initially relied on Gu Sheng to resolve the dilemma single-handedly. Upon realizing even he lacked a solution, they began to tackle the problem themselves.

Witnessing their newfound focus, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of Gu Sheng's mouth.

After two days of relentless research, their playful spirits had vanished, replaced by faces etched with apprehension.

"Gu Sheng, this Xuan Iron is maddeningly resilient; nothing can melt it. We have spent an entire day and night without success. What is our next move?"

As he spoke, Bai Yu scratched his head in agitation.

Noticing the rising tide of restlessness, Gu Sheng carefully deposited his piece of Xuan Iron and exhaled a quiet breath.

He had exhausted every trick he knew, yet the material resisted all melting efforts—it was clear that an entirely unconventional approach was required.

As Gu Sheng regained his composure, the room gradually descended into silence.

His companions stole frequent glances at him, and seeing the troubled expression he wore, they could only offer silent sighs of sympathy.

Abruptly, after an indefinite passage of time, a brilliant radiance erupted from Gu Sheng's body.

Startled, everyone fixed their gazes upon him in astonishment.

Ignoring their stares, Gu Sheng gestured with a gentle wave of his hand.

As his Dantian reacted, his lips parted slightly, and his Spiritual Pearl emerged from within him into the air.

The sight of the Spiritual Pearl left everyone struck dumb.

Gu Sheng had nearly finished refining this pearl, effectively merging his own essence with it. Expelling it now was equivalent to forfeiting half of his vitality!

"Gu Sheng, the risk is far too great!"

Hong Mei scrambled to her feet, her expression marred by terror.

"King Luo's offensive is imminent; there is no leisure to fret over such costs."

"Even so! Will this not have dire consequences if you fail?"

Bolstered by her protest, Bai Yu also rose.

"Hong Mei is correct! It is reckless! I understand you labor for the sake of the White Cloud Sect, but I cannot permit you to invite such peril. My own father would certainly forbid it!"

After voicing these objections, they exchanged glances and attempted to force the Spiritual Pearl back into Gu Sheng's body.

Sensing their interference, Gu Sheng waved them off, firmly planting the Spiritual Pearl onto the surface of the Xuan Iron.

"With the Spiritual Pearl out of my body, you must remain steady; the strain on me is indeed immense."

"But—"

"No more 'buts.' The situation is dire. I am committed to this course of action. You must simply protect me."

Recognizing his resolve was as solid as iron, they could only grit their teeth and prepare to stand guard.

Gu Sheng channeled his will into the Spiritual Pearl, forcing it down upon the Xuan Iron, while simultaneously bearing down on his wrist. A torrent of Spiritual Energy erupted from the pearl, and Gu Sheng’s complexion drained to a deathly pallor.

Ignoring the agony, he funneled the raw Spiritual Power of the pearl to liquefy the object.

Though waves of energy surged forth, the piece displayed no signs of yielding.

Clenching his teeth, Gu Sheng unleashed an even greater volume of Spiritual Power.

With every ounce of energy expelled, his face paled further, yet this time, the Xuan Iron finally displayed a ripple of change!

Observing his success, Gu Sheng cast all caution aside and initiated the refinement.

He drew all the remnants of Xuan Iron together, bathing them in even streams of Spiritual Power, and exerted his entire reserve of strength to complete the process.

Before long, intense heat radiated throughout the chamber.

Gu Sheng summoned a small tripod to shield those around him, maintaining his singular focus on the task.

As his strength drained away, his skin grew increasingly ghostly. When only the final scrap of Xuan Iron remained to be treated, Gu Sheng’s look hardened, his physical frame wavering as he labored to maintain his grasp on consciousness.

Catching a glimpse of Hong Mei’s furrowed brow, Gu Sheng steadied his breathing with a desperate effort.

After a moment of grim contemplation, he bit down on his lip and forcibly released the very breath of his Dantian.

By pouring out both the Spiritual Pearl and his internal Dantian breath, Gu Sheng was effectively laying his soul upon the altar of this endeavor.