Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1680 - 853: Seems They’re All Third Layer Heaven

"No matter.

Even without using those trump cards, with my current strength, I can hold my own against her. The chance of winning is fifty-fifty.

She is a wise person and knows how to make the right choice."

Situ Qingfeng heard Gu Sheng’s confident words, and though he still felt a bit uneasy, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He trusted Gu Sheng’s judgment and ability.

At this moment, the tightly closed door made a creaking sound and opened from the inside.

Nangong Yuexia appeared at the doorway.

Today, she wasn’t wearing the palace gown from yesterday but had changed into a well-fitted, smoothly contoured light purple armor. The armor was inscribed with faint cloud and mist runes that shimmered subtly, indicating that it was no ordinary item.

This attire made her appear less regal and more heroic and capable, indicating her serious and cautious attitude at this moment.

Her gaze swept over Gu Sheng and Situ Qingfeng outside the door, particularly lingering for a moment on Gu Sheng, whose aura seemed to be deeper and more restrained. A hint of subtle surprise flashed in her eyes.

She could sense that overnight, this young man seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

Gu Sheng’s mind shifted slightly as he quietly dismantled the True Qi Barrier he had set up just in case.

Nangong Yuexia’s red lips parted slightly, her voice cold and devoid of much emotion.

"I’ve figured it out."

She turned sideways and gestured invitingly towards the courtyard.

"Come inside to discuss."

Having said that, she turned first and walked towards the depth of the courtyard. Gu Sheng did not hesitate, stepping forward to follow. Situ Qingfeng followed quickly upon seeing this.

However, just as they stepped into the courtyard, Gu Sheng’s steps faltered slightly.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk, swept over the surroundings of the courtyard.

The courtyard, not particularly spacious but arranged with sophisticated elegance, unexpectedly housed over a dozen silent figures apart from Nangong Yuexia. These individuals, male and female, wore varying attire; some appeared like old farmers, others like merchants, and some were entirely shrouded in cloaks.

Scattered around the corners of the courtyard, behind the columns, and even within the shadows of the rockery, they seemed to stand randomly. In fact, they formed a subtle combined strike formation that completely sealed the central area of the courtyard.

What was more astounding was that although these people tried their best to restrain their aura, the stern, murderous intent, akin to an ironclad battlefield, was impossible to conceal.

Moreover, their auras were faintly connected, united in purpose, as if forming a whole.

"Thirteen people, all at Sect Realm... Furthermore, they seem to be around the Third Layer Heaven of Sect Realm level in cultivation."

Gu Sheng quickly assessed the situation, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Their aura is solid, Evil Qi restrained, what they practice is not ordinary Martial Arts of the World, more like... the way of killing arrays."

Walking ahead, Nangong Yuexia seemed to sense Gu Sheng’s momentary pause. Without turning her head, her voice carried a hint of concealed testing and confidence.

"It seems you have noticed. Don’t worry, they are all my adoptive father’s... Southern Prince’s true trusted Death Soldiers, the core force I can rely on now in the Purple Mist Divine Sect.

Indeed, what they excel at is the skill of killing and winning on the battlefield."

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over those thirteen individuals again, nodding slightly, his tone calm yet carrying a hint of acknowledgment.

"I can see that. Their murderous aura is intense, not comparable to an ordinary Sect Realm. Southern Prince has trained a group of skilled individuals."

Gu Sheng’s calm and evaluative attitude caused slight fluctuations in the eyes of several among the thirteen Death Soldiers, yet they remained statue-like, standing in their positions. Only the energy focused on Gu Sheng became even sharper.

Nangong Yuexia finally turned to face Gu Sheng, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Gu Sheng, I’m quite curious. Seeing them, are you not afraid? Are you not afraid that I might change my mind and join forces with them, to encircle and kill you here for vengeance for my adoptive father?"

The atmosphere in the courtyard, because of this sentence, instantly turned tense! The aura of the thirteen Sect Realm individuals was like thirteen drawn swords, not yet fully unleashed but causing the air to stagnate; Situ Qingfeng found it difficult to breathe, his True Qi involuntarily circulating rapidly to resist this invisible pressure.

However, Gu Sheng, at the center of the storm, remained as composed as ever.

He even smiled slightly, that smile carrying a touch of indifference and a serene understanding.

"Afraid?"

He retorted, his gaze calmly meeting Nangong Yuexia’s eyes.

"If you really intend to act, will being afraid now cause you to spare me? Since fear is futile, why should I be afraid? More importantly..."

He paused, his tone remaining calm, yet imbued with strong confidence.

I believe Elder Yue Xia is a wise person who knows how to weigh pros and cons. Killing me will only vent possibly insubstantial ’anger,’ what can you gain? Will it let you immediately ascend to the position of Sect Hierarch of the Purple Mist Divine Sect, or escape your current internal and external predicament? Probably not.

Instead, it will completely offend the potential forces backing me, drawing greater, perhaps even devastating disaster upon yourself.

"This transaction is a loss no matter how you look at it."

Nangong Yuexia looked into Gu Sheng’s eyes that seemed to see through people’s hearts, listening to his calm, nearly merciless analysis, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness and a chilling sensation rise within her.