Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1660 - 843: Boundless Glory

"Since that’s the case, I’ll take a stroll around the upper levels of Linyin Pavilion and see if there are any new and intriguing items. Gu, rest assured, I will leave a thread of spiritual power attached to your side. As long as you summon me with a thought, regardless of my location, I can instantly sense it and respond promptly."

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Gu Sheng’s response, his figure flickering like a ghostly shadow disappeared into thin air, leaving only a faint trace of formidable aura in the air.

The atmosphere in front of Linyin Pavilion had just eased a bit, and the crowd began whispering about the astonishing scene that unfolded earlier.

Suddenly!

Bam—!

A loud crash echoed as the intricately carved and incredibly sturdy door of Linyin Pavilion was violently smashed open from outside, sending fragments flying! A figure staggered in with the impact, falling heavily onto the smooth floor in the center of the hall.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn toward that scene.

It was an elderly man dressed in a white robe, his hair and beard all white, yet his face was ruddy, embodying youthful vigor despite his age.

At this moment, however, the old man’s appearance was exceptionally pitiable. The once bright, spotless white robe was now heavily stained with patches of dark crimson blood, rendering it utterly filthy.

His hair was disheveled, the corners of his mouth still carried traces of dried blood, his complexion was pale as paper, and his aura was at its lowest ebb. The thick scent of blood spread from him, quickly permeating the entire first floor hall of Linyin Pavilion.

"Who dares?!"

"How dare you trespass into Linyin Pavilion!"

The quick-reacting Linyin Pavilion guards immediately rushed in from all directions, moving swiftly and in unison, surrounding the intruding elderly man with weapons drawn, shimmering coldly. Their aggressive energy locked onto the old man, poised to strike with a thunderous attack at any sign of hostility.

The atmosphere on-site abruptly turned tense and confrontational.

Gu Sheng’s gaze instantly hardened the moment the old man burst in. When he recognized the man’s face, his expression shifted slightly, he quickly pushed through the crowd in front, hastening toward the old man, and spoke sternly to the guards surrounding him.

"Stop! Step back, all of you!"

The guards recognized Gu Sheng, aware of his close ties with the Pavilion Master. At his command, they hesitated but complied by sheathing their weapons and retreating a few steps, while remaining vigilant in maintaining a surrounding formation.

Gu Sheng hurriedly approached the white-robed elder, crouching down to support the man’s trembling shoulders, his voice bearing an undercurrent of barely perceptible urgency.

"Elder Long? How could it be you? What happened?"

This white-robed elder was none other than the Sect Master of the Emperor Sect, Long Yundao! A recognized figure of great renown and unfathomable cultivation in the surrounding regions!

Long Yundao struggled to lift his head, his murky eyes devoid of their usual brilliance. Upon seeing Gu Sheng, a faint glimmer emerged in his eyes, his mouth moved to speak, his voice exceedingly weak and hoarse, as if on the verge of passing.

"It’s... it’s Gu..."

He coughed violently, expelling bits of bloody, organ-torn clots, speaking in broken strands.

"Emperor Sect... is gone... destroyed... almost... almost annihilated... less than ten percent remain... cough cough..."

These words were akin to thunder on a clear day, exploding in the silent hall!

The Emperor Sect is annihilated?!

Everyone was stunned by the news, hardly daring to believe their ears. The Emperor Sect was a long-standing, profoundly rooted sect, with Sect Master Long Yundao being a renowned expert. Who could possess the power to nearly eradicate the Emperor Sect overnight?

Gu Sheng’s grip on him tightened slightly, a thread of coldness flickered across his eyes, though his tone remained steady.

"Elder Long, who did this? Who dares to unleash such cruelty upon the Emperor Sect?"

Long Yundao shook his head weakly, his face overwhelmed with despair and pain, his voice growing even weaker.

"Don’t... don’t know... the assailants... were too powerful... overwhelmingly so... they left not a trace... descended upon the Emperor Sect... killing indiscriminately... I... I barely survived... using the sect’s Secret Technique... escaping with a residual soul... here to deliver the news..."

Gu Sheng’s eyes deepened, quickly retrieving a jade bottle from the storage ring, pouring out several richly vibrant and aromatic green Elixir Pills, offering them near Long Yundao’s mouth.

"Elder Long, stop speaking for now, take these elixirs, stabilize your injuries and then talk!"

However, Long Yundao painfully turned his head away from the elixirs, a bitter smile on his lips as his vitality dwindled like a candle flickering in the wind.

"It’s... useless... Gu... your kind offer... I appreciate... that Secret Technique... consumed all my vitality... Soul Source shattered... now... merely clinging by a thread of determination... beyond saving..."

He looked at Gu Sheng, the last glimmers in his eyes beginning to fade.

"Being able... to see you at the very end... delivering the news... I can... die with no regrets..."

His voice gradually lowered, until ultimately, his head tilted, resting limp in Gu Sheng’s arms, utterly devoid of sound.

The eyes that once harbored authority and wisdom now gazed emptily at the ornate ceiling of Linyin Pavilion, all traces of life vanished.

A sect master dominating his region, yet falling in such a tragic manner in this bustling place.

Silence engulfed the surroundings, broken only by the heavy breaths of people. The Emperor Sect’s annihilation, the sect master’s demise... the news struck hard, sending chills from everyone’s feet to their heads.

Gu Sheng gently laid Long Yundao’s body flat on the ground, respectfully closing his unseeing eyes.

He slowly stood, expressionless, yet the aura surrounding him in that moment turned exceedingly cold and oppressive. Those familiar with him knew this was a sign of his utter fury.