Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1253 - 650: Where Are You_2

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Previously on Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World...
Gu Sheng has been luring Gong Xuefeng and the remaining Luotian Sect experts deeper into Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, picking them off one by one. When Gong Xuefeng finally corners Gu Sheng, Gu Sheng deliberately provokes him into a fight. Outmatched, Gu Sheng retreats to a strange stone that suppresses cultivation, intending to use it against Gong Xuefeng. Ling Xiao arrives and tries to warn Gu Sheng, but Gu Sheng is determined to fight.
“A mere Spirit Sea Realm, and you dare boast so grandly?” Ling Xiao’s expression contorted severely. “Gu Sheng! Gong Xuefeng is already in the late Heavenly Palace Realm; you are no match for him! Retreat quickly!” Gu Sheng appeared unfazed, his voice booming. “Gong Xuefeng! Today, it’s either you or me!” He abruptly pointed at Gong Xuefeng. “Old geezer, do you dare to spar with me?” Gong Xuefeng was so incensed that he let out a derisive laugh. “You are courting death!” His form flickered agilely, reaching the edge of the rocky terrain, yet he hesitated to enter it directly. Ling Xiao swiftly piloted the Golden Alms Bowl, launching an assault on Gong Xuefeng from behind. However, other formidable combatants from the Luotian Sect had already formed a cordon around them. A white-haired Elder sneered. “Youngster, we are your adversaries!” “Get lost!” Ling Xiao’s eyes blazed crimson, and the Golden Alms Bowl carved a golden arc through the air, compelling the encroaching opponents to pull back. His body emitted explosive cracks, muscles swelling; he endured a forceful blow from an old woman’s Magic Wand, utilizing its recoil to propel himself toward Gu Sheng. “Stop him! That Golden Alms Bowl is an ancient artifact!” someone bellowed. Gong Xuefeng surveyed the chaotic combat and then cast his gaze upon the weakened Gu Sheng positioned on the rocks, a sinister grin twisting his features. “Boy, I shall demonstrate the vast chasm between ants and true dragons today!” He took a step onto the rocky ground, and instantly, the surging Spiritual Power enveloping him seemed to falter. Gong Xuefeng’s brow furrowed momentarily before he relaxed. “Truly mysterious, but even with my cultivation being suppressed by thirty percent, vanquishing you is more than sufficient!” Gu Sheng suddenly emitted a laugh, a sound that instilled a peculiar sense of unease in Gong Xuefeng. “Old dog, you’ve walked right into my stratagem,” Gu Sheng declared in a low tone, his words reaching only Gong Xuefeng’s ears. Before Gong Xuefeng could fully process the implication. Gu Sheng's seemingly frail fist executed an unexpected shift in technique, his five digits curving like hooks, clamping firmly onto Gong Xuefeng’s wrist. What stunned Gong Xuefeng even more was the rapid resurgence of Gu Sheng’s aura! “Impossible! These rocks should suppress everyone!” Gong Xuefeng attempted to wrench free, only to find Gu Sheng’s grip unyielding. Although the exact nature of Gu Sheng’s objective remained unclear, sensing an imminent and potent danger, he resolved to eliminate Gu Sheng without delay. “Perish!” Gong Xuefeng’s Spiritual Blade darted towards Gu Sheng’s neck. This strike channeled his entire late Heavenly Palace Realm cultivation, and even under the rocks’ dampening effect, it possessed the power to cleave through steel. “Gu Sheng!” Ling Xiao desperately tried to reach his companion, but he was comprehensively engaged by the Luotian Sect’s vanguard, the Golden Alms Bowl already showing signs of fracturing under the relentless onslaught. At the very moment the blade was about to strike, a malevolent smile contorted Gu Sheng’s blood-splattered face. He neither dodged nor deflected, allowing the Spiritual Blade to plunge into his left shoulder, three inches deep, yet it could advance no further. Gu Sheng’s muscles constricted around the blade like iron bands! “What?!” Gong Xuefeng recoiled in shock, having never witnessed anyone withstand the Spiritual Blade with their own physique. Gu Sheng’s right fist shot out, a direct, unadorned strike that carried a ripping sound. Gong Xuefeng hastily raised his left palm in defense, only to hear a sickening crack as his wrist bone shattered instantly. “Argh!” Gong Xuefeng cried out in agony and stumbled backward, utterly incapable of retrieving his Spiritual Blade. Gu Sheng yanked the embedded blade from his shoulder with a violent heave and discarded it, blood pouring from the wound, yet he seemed impervious to the pain. His blood-red eyes remained fixed on Gong Xuefeng. “Old dog, this is merely the prelude.” Gu Sheng expectorated a stream of blood, advancing with deliberate, heavy strides. Gong Xuefeng’s complexion turned deathly pale, finally comprehending the colossal error he had made. Within this rocky domain, the higher one’s cultivation, the more pronounced the suppression. And this unhinged individual, Gu Sheng, had specialized in Body Refining Techniques! “Even so, you cannot kill me!” Gong Xuefeng bellowed defiantly, quickly forming seals with his hands. “Mystic Ice…” Before the incantation could be completed, Gu Sheng was already upon him. The two combatants crashed heavily onto the stone effigy of the headless giant, Gong Xuefeng’s back slamming against the statue as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. “This strike is for my brother!” Gu Sheng raised his right fist high, an eerie black luminescence rimming its edge. Gong Xuefeng’s pupils constricted violently. “Heaven-breaking Fist?! Impossible! This is…” Onlookers from the Luotian Sect gasped in unison. A white-haired Elder exclaimed in astonishment. “That is… the Body Refining Technique lost three centuries ago!” Gu Sheng’s residual spiritual power surged forth at this critical moment. His fist, accompanied by a shrill tearing of the air, descended directly towards Gong Xuefeng’s face. Gong Xuefeng barely managed to raise his arms in a futile attempt to block. “Heaven-breaking Fist!”

A heavy impact resonated as Gu Sheng's fist connected squarely with Gong Xuefeng's guards, the distinct sound of fracturing bones echoing through the air.

Gong Xuefeng was violently propelled backward, a substantial gush of blood erupting from his lips.

"This... impossible..."

The assembled cultivators from the Heavenly Palace Realm, part of Luotian Sect, stood utterly stunned.

Their associate, Brother Gong, had been decisively defeated, forced to cough blood and sent flying by a mere cultivator of the Earth Palace Realm?

Without granting them a moment to process this shock, Gu Sheng surged forward once more, targeting the reeling Gong Xuefeng.

His physical body had reached its absolute threshold, every muscle fiber screaming in protest, yet the murderous intent blazing in his eyes remained undimmed.

"You insolent brat!"

Gong Xuefeng groaned, struggling to rise, his face contorted into a mask of malevolence.

"Do you truly believe you can end my life so easily?"

Gu Sheng offered no response. The dwindling spiritual power within him surged with renewed ferocity as his hands moved through intricate seals, and a vibrant green light erupted from his fingertips.

"Taiqing Unity Skill!"

The very fabric of space tore open with a sharp rift, and Gu Sheng's form materialized instantly before Gong Xuefeng.

The latter's expression shifted dramatically in alarm. He hastily produced an ancient talisman from his robes and crushed it.

The talisman disintegrated in an explosion of light, conjuring a shimmering golden barrier.

Gu Sheng's fist collided with the barrier, causing visible ripples, but it held firm, impervious to his assault.

"Hahaha!"

Gong Xuefeng cackled, initiating his retreat.

"This is the Ancient Void Talisman; do you imagine your power can breach it? Gu Sheng, I, Gong Xuefeng, shall forever remember this humiliation inflicted upon me today!"

Swiftly, Gong Xuefeng's silhouette vanished into the distorted void.

"Damn it all!"

Gu Sheng slammed his fist into the ground, the force sending spiderweb cracks racing across the earth's surface.

He panted heavily, turning his body, his frigid gaze sweeping across the remaining disciples of Luotian Sect.

At his fierce glance, those individuals instinctively recoiled in unison.

"Scatter!"

One among them yelled, and they immediately broke off in three separate directions.

A cold smirk touched Gu Sheng's lips. He pushed through the searing pain coursing through his body and gave chase to the closest fleeing disciple.

With a horrified glance backward, the pursued individual saw Gu Sheng closing in, his terror nearly paralyzing him.

"Spare me! I'll surrender all my possessions and treasures!"

"Your plea comes too late."

Gu Sheng's voice was like ice. His right hand formed into a claw, and an unseen force violently yanked the man backward.

"No—"

The man's scream was abruptly silenced.

Gu Sheng's hand plunged through the unfortunate disciple's chest, crimson blood cascading down his arm.

Discarding the lifeless body, he shifted his attention to the second target.

That cultivator had already fled over a hundred meters. A peculiar stone within Gu Sheng's body thrummed faintly, unleashing a potent wave of pressure.

The fleeing cultivator suddenly froze mid-stride, as if an invisible hand had pinned him down.

"Ling Xiao!"

Gu Sheng called out.

"I'm here!"

A voice responded from a distance, and a beam of sword light unerringly struck the immobilized cultivator's back.

Gu Sheng inclined his head in acknowledgment. Just as he prepared to pursue the final remaining disciple, he suddenly dropped to one knee, ejecting another mouthful of blood.

His vision began to warp and blur; the spiritual power within his Dantian was utterly depleted, leaving him severely wounded.

"Gu Sheng!"

Ling Xiao rushed to his side, supporting Gu Sheng as he wavered precariously.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm... alright..."

Gu Sheng gritted his teeth, uttering the words.

"It’s a shame Gong Xuefeng and that other scoundrel managed to escape."

Ling Xiao surveyed the scene, observing the numerous corpses strewn about, and swallowed hard.

"How... how did you accomplish this? Gong Xuefeng is a master of the Heavenly Palace Realm!"

Gu Sheng managed a weak smile, producing a now-faded Jade Talisman from his robes.

"The Spirit Pill bestowed by Tianlan Saint Mother. Only a minuscule amount of its power remains..."

Ling Xiao's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Could it be that legendary supreme Spirit Pill, capable of regenerating bone and reviving the dead?"

Gu Sheng gave a slight nod, crushing the now useless Jade Talisman.

"The Holy Mother gifted it to me upon the conclusion of the Holy Road trials. I utilized a portion to mend my leg previously; the remainder has now been expended."

"So that's why..." Ling Xiao finally understood.

"Such a potent Spirit Pill is coveted even by the most formidable figures in the Heavenly Palace Realm, and you actually..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Gu Sheng suddenly listed to the side, the world going dark as he fainted onto Ling Xiao's shoulder.

"Gu Sheng! Gu Sheng!"

Ling Xiao hastily examined his companion, discovering Gu Sheng's Meridians were in disarray, his spiritual energy completely spent, and his body grievously injured.

He glanced around the desolate area, then carefully lifted Gu Sheng onto his back.

"We must find a secure location..."

...

On the fringes of Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge, within a secluded grotto.

Quan Yangping halted his frantic flight, gasping for breath. After confirming he was no longer being pursued, he finally slumped to the ground in exhaustion.

He withdrew a Communication Jade Scroll and, with trembling hands, channeled his spiritual power into it.

"Brother Gong... where are you? Everyone else... they've all perished..."