Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1181 - 614: Critical Moment (Part 2)

Moments later, Gu Sheng roared powerfully, clenching his left hand into a tight fist that he hoisted upward swiftly, as his right hand rocketed forth at astonishing velocity.

In power and swiftness alike, this strike surpassed the prior one by several folds.

A thunderous explosion rang out, cratering the enormous boulder ahead with a deep indentation.

Beaming with satisfaction, Gu Sheng admired the result of his effort.

"Hmm, clear progress. This Heaven-breaking Fist lives up to its reputation, the mightiest Body Refinement Martial Technique across the Seven Great Sacred Lands."

Gu Sheng swabbed the sweat from his brow.

Mastering this martial technique fully would take much more time. He felt no rush; ever since Tianlan Sacred Land obtained it, none had succeeded, so his advancement in merely one day was extraordinary.

Hands clasped behind his back, Tianlan Saint Master had lingered for two full days.

Over those two days, impatience etched deeper into his features until he could restrain himself no longer. He surged Spiritual Power and employed the Sound Transmission Technique to query Daoist Xiushan, overseer of the Book Collection Pavilion: "What’s the status of that Gu Sheng inside? Two days passed—why hasn’t he emerged?"

Daoist Xiushan, mid-patrol in the Book Collection Pavilion, halted abruptly as the Saint Master’s voice echoed in his mind. Respectfully, he answered: "Saint Master, Gu Sheng diligently practices the Heaven-breaking Fist on the fifth floor."

"What? Heaven-breaking Fist!"

Disbelief flooded Tianlan Saint Master. "A Holy-level Martial Technique untouched by success in Tianlan Sacred Land! Is he truly attempting it, or is there some error?"

Doubt gnawed at Tianlan Saint Master, anxiety rising. The Heaven-breaking Fist posed immense difficulty; countless prodigies had failed before. How could a mere disciple like Gu Sheng manage it?

Hastily, he transmitted sound to Daoist Xiushan: "Quickly, force Gu Sheng to select another martial technique. The Heaven-breaking Fist lies beyond his reach."

Obeying the Saint Master’s command, Daoist Xiushan sighed in resignation and pivoted toward the fifth floor.

His footsteps dragged heavily en route, burdened by inner turmoil.

Defying the Saint Master was impossible, yet Daoist Xiushan sensed something exceptional in Gu Sheng’s pursuit of the Heaven-breaking Fist.

Reaching the fifth floor swiftly, Daoist Xiushan spotted Gu Sheng cross-legged afar, aura turbulent with explosive undertones.

Before Daoist Xiushan could draw near, an abrupt shift unfolded.

Gu Sheng’s frame jolted upright, colossal force bursting from his flesh. This momentum, irresistible, even halted Daoist Xiushan in his tracks.

Sensing the aura from Gu Sheng keenly, Daoist Xiushan harbored a shocking notion: "Does this youth possess a Sacred Body?

Sacred Bodies boast innate genius, mastering martial techniques effortlessly. It fits perfectly! And signs point to imminent success in the Heaven-breaking Fist’s First Level."

Daoist Xiushan wavered; interrupting now risked nullifying gains and inflicting lasting harm on Gu Sheng.

Deliberating deeply, Daoist Xiushan chose his path. He retreated soundlessly from the fifth floor.

Outside, Tianlan Saint Master’s anxiety mounted, prompting another sound transmission: "Well? Has Gu Sheng switched techniques?"

Pausing briefly, Daoist Xiushan affirmed: "Saint Master, rest easy—the issue is resolved."

Internally, dread churned within him, silently urging Gu Sheng to succeed soon, thus granting precious extra time.

Tianlan Saint Master remained skeptical, intoning coldly: "See to it Gu Sheng exits within a day, or face my wrath without mercy."

With strained tones, Daoist Xiushan acknowledged: "Understood, Saint Master." Restlessly, he strode within the Book Collection Pavilion, scheming ways to extend time for Gu Sheng’s breakthrough.

Oblivious to the outer turmoil, Gu Sheng plunged wholly into refining the Heaven-breaking Fist.

His hands danced nimbly—fists forming then extending—each motion pulsing with distinct cadence.

Mentally, he replayed the Heaven-breaking Fist formulas and essentials ceaselessly, striving to merge Spiritual Power seamlessly with bodily might.

"This technique demands Spiritual Power to steer physical force into a devastating blast, unleashing heaven-shattering earth-rending power."

Murmuring thus, Gu Sheng roused his inner Spiritual Power, directing it to his arms before exploding a punch outward.

The strike unleashed a dull thrum in the air, like an unseen pulse rippling. Still, Gu Sheng deemed its potency short of ideal.

"Once more!"

Reassembling Spiritual Power with sharper focus, Gu Sheng poured every ounce into his right fist.

With a fierce yell, he hammered forth fully; fiercer than before, the punch’s gale shrieked as if slashing the atmosphere.

Dissatisfaction lingered in Gu Sheng—he teetered on the brink of conquering the Heaven-breaking Fist’s First Level.

Outside the Book Collection Pavilion, Tianlan Saint Master eyed Gu Sheng’s delay with mounting suspicion and caution, musing: "What schemes does Gu Sheng harbor?

Should he master the Heaven-breaking Fist, his temperament might render him uncontrollable henceforth. Hmph, upon exit, I’ll probe him rigorously."

In the throng, Mu Zhiyong’s eyes flicked repeatedly to the Book Collection Pavilion entrance, brimming with venomous scheme.

"Gu Sheng, for wronging Murong Qingcheng, today marks your doom. My prowess falls short, yet the Second Elder’s secret weapon shall claim your life and vindicate Qingcheng."

Vengeful fury gripped Mu Zhiyong as he balled his fists.

He fingered the concealed weapon in his robes now and then—his final safeguard.

Impatience boiling, Mu Zhiyong paced agitatedly: "Why lingers Gu Sheng so long inside without emerging? Has he forsaken us?"

One restless soul blurted: "Let’s storm in and haul him out! No more tarrying like this."

Gongsun Yue snapped sharply: "Insolence! The Book Collection Pavilion permits no such recklessness. Gu Sheng cultivates within—disturb him at your peril."

Holding esteemed rank in Tianlan Sacred Land, Gongsun Yue’s reprimand silenced the assembly.

Mu Zhiyong quailed, recoiling instinctively before seeking Tianlan Saint Master’s gaze for aid.

Tianlan Saint Master watched the juniors’ squabble impassively, hands behind back.

He reckoned: "Gu Sheng emerges in half a day at latest."

Beneath his poise, turmoil brewed. Echoes of Second and Seventh Elders’ words fueled avarice toward Gu Sheng’s potential legacy.

Absent displays of supreme aptitude from Gu Sheng, suppressing that avarice proved challenging.

Tension hung thick when a colossal blast erupted northward in Tianlan Sacred Land.

A violet-crimson mushroom cloud soared skyward, piercing the firmament with eerie, ominous radiance.

Faint draconic wails drifted—mournful and bass, chilling all who heard.

"What’s happening?"

"Looks like the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range direction."

"Trouble brews in the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range!"

Vital to Tianlan Sacred Land, the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range yielded vast Spirit Stones yearly, fueling its sustenance.

Tianlan Sacred Land elders wasted no moment, sword-flying toward the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range for inspection.

Tianlan Saint Master wavered deeply; since the Holy Mother’s ailment, upheavals beset the Sacred Land, hinting at the ominous Heavenly Dao Curse’s involvement.

Though set on claiming Gu Sheng’s inheritance, this upheaval sowed fresh doubt. He opted to gauge Gu Sheng’s showing first—merciless if underwhelming.

Within the Book Collection Pavilion, Daoist Xiushan gravely observed Gu Sheng’s cultivation.

Cross-legged with eyes shut, Gu Sheng’s aura roiled fiercely. Daoist Xiushan recognized the pivotal juncture in his practice.