Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1462 - 754: The Method of Longevity

"Yes, yes, I was being overly talkative, my lord, please forgive me..."

After speaking, he turned around and left sheepishly.

Gu Sheng shook his head and was about to close the door when he suddenly heard a clear voice coming from behind.

"Creak..."

The door was pushed open, and a handsome young man dressed in brocade robes strode in, with a jade pendant at his waist clinking with his steps.

"Gu, are you satisfied with the Moon Viewing Pavilion?"

Tang Qingyun was full of smiles, but his gaze kept sizing up Gu Sheng.

"This is the best place in the city, especially for Martial Artists..."

Gu Sheng did not turn around and merely replied indifferently.

"You’ve gone to great lengths, Mr. Tang."

Tang Qingyun was not offended and walked to Gu Sheng’s side, lowering his voice.

"The Moon Viewing Pavilion is not only the largest inn in the city but also a place specially built for Martial Artists to engage in dual cultivation."

He smiled meaningfully.

"There are several female cultivators with remarkable cultivation in the pavilion. If Gu is interested..."

"No need."

Gu Sheng turned around, his gaze calm as water.

"I don’t like such things, solitude suits me better."

Surprise flashed in Tang Qingyun’s eyes, then he laughed.

"Gu, you are indeed different from others. Fine, if you need anything, just give the word."

He clasped his hands.

"Then I won’t disturb you further."

After Tang Qingyun left, Gu Sheng frowned slightly.

This Young Master of Sun City seemed enthusiastic, but there was some calculation hidden in his gaze.

He went to the bed, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate his breath and cultivate, simultaneously wary of possible eavesdropping.

The night passed without incident.

The following morning, urgent knocking interrupted Gu Sheng’s cultivation.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Zhao San in gray clothes quickly entered, a fine sheen of sweat visible on his forehead.

He was a local Martial Artist Gu Sheng had secretly hired a few days ago to investigate clues regarding the Yujing Sect.

"My lord, there’s news."

Zhao San’s voice was extremely subdued, constantly glancing towards the door.

"About the Yujing Sect..."

Gu Sheng’s gaze sharpened.

"Speak."

"I found that the Yujing Sect is indeed connected to Sun City, but just as I was about to delve deeper..."

Zhao San’s adam’s apple moved, his voice almost inaudible.

"I was blocked."

"By whom?"

Fear appeared on Zhao San’s face.

"That person... that person I dare not speak of. Just a caution, my lord, their status in Sun City... is extremely high."

A gleam flashed in Gu Sheng’s eyes.

Figures of high status in Sun City could only be the Sun King himself or several generals under the Southern Prince.

And yesterday, Tang Qingyun’s seemingly casual conversation...

"Cease the investigation."

Gu Sheng suddenly said.

Zhao San breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for understanding, my lord!"

Once his subordinate left, Gu Sheng stood by the window, deep in thought.

Could the Yujing Sect be connected to the Sun King’s Prince Mansion? Perhaps... the Sun King might be a descendant of the Yujing Sect? The thought shook him.

Just then, the door was pushed open again... without knocking, directly opened.

Tang Qingyun entered with hands behind his back, followed by two black-clad bodyguards, exuding deep auras.

His face still carried a smile, but gone was yesterday’s casualness in his eyes.

"Gu, I heard you’re investigating the Yujing Sect?"

Tang Qingyun was straightforward.

Gu Sheng’s heart tightened, but he remained composed on the surface.

"Why does Mr. Tang say so?"

Tang Qingyun chuckled lightly, flipped his right hand, and an ancient-looking bronze token appeared in his palm.

The token was engraved with a vigorous "京" character, its edges intricate with faint spiritual power flowing.

"Recognize this?"

Tang Qingyun tossed the token to Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng caught the token, feeling a cold touch and an odd force emanating from within.

He studied it for a moment, shook his head, and said.

"Never seen it."

"Yujing Order."

Tang Qingyun’s smile faded.

"The lineage of the Sun King is indeed the descendants of the Yujing Sect."

The room’s atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Gu Sheng could sense the two bodyguards behind Tang Qingyun had locked onto him, ready to strike at any moment.

"I merely heard the name Yujing Sect by chance and, out of curiosity, made some inquiries."

Gu Sheng returned the token.

"If I have offended your sect, I apologize here."

Tang Qingyun did not take the token and instead stared directly into Gu Sheng’s eyes.

"Why investigate the Yujing Sect?"

Gu Sheng was silent for a moment and then said frankly.

"In an ancient book, I read that the Yujing Sect has a secret technique that significantly enhances the strength of Earth Martial Realm Martial Artists, even allowing them to rival Heavenly Martial Realm experts."

His gaze was sincere.

"As a Martial Artist, I’m naturally curious about such secret techniques."

Surprise appeared in Tang Qingyun’s eyes, followed by an unseen spiritual force surging towards Gu Sheng like a tide.

This force was domineering and covert, attempting to penetrate Gu Sheng’s surface consciousness to verify the truth of his words.

Gu Sheng did not resist, allowing the opponent’s spiritual power to sweep over.

He had long hidden his true purpose, and what he thought on the surface was indeed as he said... searching for a technique to enhance strength.

After a moment, Tang Qingyun withdrew the spiritual power, his expression slightly easing.

"I see."

He took the token back, his tone turning severe.

"Gu, I’m making it clear today. Matters related to the Yujing Sect are forbidden in Sun City. I don’t want to see anyone investigating in the city again."

He paused, a sudden cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Otherwise, I won’t be so courteous next time."

Before the words finished, a powerful aura erupted from Tang Qingyun.

The pressure of the Sixth Realm of the Heavenly Martial Realm was like a mountain pressing down, causing the air in the room to seemingly solidify.

The tableware on the desk trembled slightly, the window lattice emitting a strained "creak" sound.

Gu Sheng’s expression remained unchanged as the True Qi within him naturally circulated, resisting the pressure.

He nodded slightly.

"I’ve noted Mr. Tang’s words."

Tang Qingyun gave Gu Sheng a long look, seemingly surprised by his calmness.

After a moment, he withdrew his aura and turned to leave.