Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1521 - 783: Realm Does Not Define Everything_2

After a moment, he opened his eyes and shook his head.

"It’s indeed no longer in the original place."

"Snow Eagle said the evil cultivator went to the Broken Daoist Temple."

Qin Yurou gently stroked the massive snow-white eagle by her side and spoke softly.

Snow Eagle’s sharp eyes shone with a spiritual light, gently pecking her palm in response.

"Broken Daoist Temple?"

Gu Sheng and Shen Qingtan exchanged a glance, seeing surprise and doubt in each other’s eyes.

"Before we left, it clearly..."

Shen Qingtan’s words were cut off as her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look towards the horizon.

"Someone’s coming!"

A bedraggled figure was staggering through the sky; it was Jiang Feiyu, his clothes tattered and face pale.

Jiang Feiyu crashed heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to prop himself up, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his robe in tatters, like a dog chased for three days and nights.

"Senior Brother Gu... Senior Sister Shen..."

His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with terror and regret.

"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have..."

Shen Qingtan observed coldly, the slender sword in her hand trembling slightly.

She exchanged a knowing glance with Gu Sheng, understanding clear in both their eyes.

"Jiang Feiyu."

Gu Sheng’s voice was as cold as ice.

"When did the disciples of the Inner Courtyard of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy start collaborating with the blood refining evil cultivators?"

Jiang Feiyu’s pupils contracted sharply, the fear on his face instantly froze.

"What does Senior Brother Gu mean? I risked my life to escape and report to you, yet you..."

"Reporting?"

Shen Qingtan sneered, the sword tip pointing directly at Jiang Feiyu’s throat.

"If it weren’t for your cowardice, how would Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Sister Li have died in that Broken Daoist Temple?"

"You!"

Jiang Feiyu’s face turned red, his façade completely collapsing.

"What do you understand! The path of cultivation is survival of the fittest, I only..."

"Only what?"

Gu Sheng stepped forward, Gang Qi surging around him.

"Only for your own gain, willing to be a lackey of the evil cultivators?"

Jiang Feiyu’s eyes were filled with venom, he suddenly lunged! His arms shook, ten scarlet blood lines shot out from his sleeves like venomous snakes lunging at the trio.

"Watch out!"

Gu Sheng, having anticipated this, waved his right hand, his Gang Qi coalescing into a three-foot Qi Sword to slash at the blood lines.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded, Gu Sheng felt his palm numb.

The blood lines were as hard as iron, unable to be cut through with one strike.

Shen Qingtan retreated swiftly, her slender sword tracing a silver arc in the air.

With a "Zing", the sword edge clashed with the blood lines, forcing her back three steps.

"These blood lines..."

Her expression shifted slightly.

"Are stronger than during the daytime encounter!"

The Snow Eagle beside Qin Yurou spread its wings, forming a barrier.

Two blood lines collided with the wings, emitting a piercing scraping sound.

"Senior Brother Gu!"

Qin Yurou exclaimed.

Gu Sheng’s eyes gleamed, the Nine Great Cave Heavens within him opening simultaneously, Gang Qi rushing through his meridians like a roaring river.

"Break for me!"

The Gang Qi Sword flared brilliantly, sweeping horizontally, severing four blood lines which fell to the ground, writhing like living creatures.

"How’s that possible!"

Jiang Feiyu was full of disbelief.

"My Blood Refining Demon Line..."

Gu Sheng moved like lightning, instantly beside Shen Qingtan, delivering four consecutive slashes.

The blood lines shrieked horrifically as they snapped, struggling in agony as if alive.

The Snow Eagle let out a long cry, its wings vibrating fiercely, throwing off the entwining blood lines.

Gu Sheng seized the opportunity, precisely severing the last two blood lines.

All ten blood lines were completely severed, Jiang Feiyu’s face turned ashen, stumbling backward.

"Useless."

An icy voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Jiang Feiyu shivered all over, looking back in terror.

"My lord, I..."

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator slowly emerged, a ghastly white face appearing beneath a black robe.

He cast a disdainful glance at Jiang Feiyu.

"You can’t even handle this trivial matter, what’s the point of keeping you?"

"No! Spare me, my lord!"

Jiang Feiyu knelt on the ground begging for mercy, without a trace of his previous arrogance.

The Evil Cultivator sneered, a finger gently hooking.

The shattered bloodline on the ground suddenly recoiled, like a venomous snake piercing into Jiang Feiyu’s body!

"Ah...!"

Jiang Feiyu let out a heartbreaking scream, his veins bulging as blood was actually drawn out along the bloodline.

Gu Sheng watched coldly.

"To seek skin from a tiger ends in being devoured."

Shen Qingtan tightened her grip on the slender sword.

"His death is not to be mourned, but this Evil Cultivator..."

Jiang Feiyu’s body withered visibly, eventually turning into a dried-up corpse, collapsing on the ground.

The Evil Cultivator, surrounded by a mist of blood, his aura steadily rising.

"Delicious."

The Evil Cultivator licked his lips, his scarlet eyes turning to the three of them.

"Now, it’s your turn."

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s figure suddenly vanished in the blood light, leaving only a twisted blood-colored afterimage in the air.

His speed had surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could capture, the pressure of the Sect Realm pouring down like a mountain, leaving Shen Qingtan and Qin Yurou struggling to breathe.

"Qin Tian! Run!"

Shen Qingtan’s face turned ashen, her slender fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white from exertion.

She knew clearly that facing a true Sect Realm expert, the three of them combined stood no chance.

Yet Gu Sheng remained unmoved, stepping forward instead.

His robe fluttered despite no wind, an invisible aura rising from within him.

"Seeking death!"

The voice of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator echoed as though from Nine Nether Hell, chilling to the bone.

His figure appeared abruptly three feet before Gu Sheng, a blood-lined hand reaching straight for Gu Sheng’s throat.

Shen Qingtan’s heart almost stopped, as if she could already see the scene of Gu Sheng’s throat being crushed.

"Clang..."

The clear sound of a sword rang through the sky.

The longsword in Gu Sheng’s hand was unsheathed at some unknown point, the sword edge clashing with the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s palm, producing a metallic sound.

The violent airwave exploded with the two at its center, the ground cracking instantly, debris flying.

"What?!"

The scarlet pupils of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator constricted suddenly.

In the shocked gaze of everyone, the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the mountain wall dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

"How...how is this possible?"

Qin Yurou’s eyes widened slightly, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.

Shen Qingtan was equally shocked, unable to speak.

She stared at Gu Sheng’s back fixedly, as if seeing this companion for the first time.

As the dust gradually settled, the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator slowly stood up from the deep pit.

His black cloak was in tatters, revealing the pale skin beneath.

More bizarre, threads of blood-colored flame ignited from his skin, even his hair turning into burning blood flames.

"Good, very good!"

The voice of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator became hoarse and twisted.

"Who would have thought a mere Heavenly Martial Realm could injure me. It seems you harbor many secrets."

Gu Sheng’s expression remained calm, the longsword pointed slantingly at the ground.

"You talk too much."

"Arrogant!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator snarled, his figure again transforming into blood-colored lightning charging forth.

This time, Gu Sheng held nothing back.

He opened all eighteen Grotto Heavens within him simultaneously, the golden Divine Flame erupting from his pores, his entire being seeming to be bathed in the golden flame like a War God.

"Nirvana Three Profound Changes, second change!"

With Gu Sheng’s low shout, his aura climbed step by step, in an instant matching that of the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator.

"This... this is..."

Shen Qingtan felt her understanding completely overturned.

She had never heard of any Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator releasing such terrifying power.

Qin Yurou was equally shocked.

"Brother Qin Tian, who exactly is he?"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s attack was nearing, but Gu Sheng remained unfazed.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword traced a perfect arc in the air, precisely blocking the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator’s lethal strike.

"Bang!"

The two forces collided, even causing the space to tremble.

The ground beneath Gu Sheng’s feet shattered inch by inch, yet he remained utterly unmoved.

"Impossible!"

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator screamed sharply.

"You are clearly just a Heavenly Martial Realm!"

Gu Sheng’s lips curled into a cold smile.

"Realm does not represent everything."

Before the words had even fallen, he suddenly exerted force, the longsword shining brilliantly, pushing the Blood Refining Evil Cultivator back once more.