Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1705 - 865: This Is Not a Multiple-Choice Question at All (2)

Her skin was as flawless as Bai Yu, fair and smooth, seemingly delicate enough to be easily broken, yet faintly radiating a subtle divine glow. Her expression was serene and peaceful, her lips carrying a barely noticeable, liberatingly gentle smile, as if she were merely asleep, ready to awaken at any moment.

What made Gu Sheng’s heartbeat skip a beat, and his blood flow involuntarily quicken was — this Fate, was completely unadorned!

The body, perfect as an artwork meticulously crafted by the heavens, with every curve flowing smoothly and seductively. The skin was white with a faint, healthy pink hue, full of life force.

Full, perky breasts, a waist slender enough not to fill a grasp, long and straight legs... everything constituted an ultimate temptation.

Her hands naturally overlapped, gently covering the most mysterious spot below her abdomen, her fingers like spring onions, cleverly concealing the final forbidden area, evoking a hint of regret, yet thereby enhancing an enigmatic allure, inspiring an eager desire for exploration and longing.

Gu Sheng was dazed for several breaths, his mind even experiencing a brief blankness.

He was not unaccustomed to seeing beauty, but a presence like Fate, who perfectly merges sacredness, ethereality, and extreme sensuality into one, was indeed unprecedented.

He suddenly bit his tongue, the sharp pain immediately awakening him from that state of distraction.

He forcibly tore his gaze away, no longer looking at that perfect body which could drive any normal man mad, inhaling deeply several times to barely suppress the sudden rush of heat and dryness swelling within him.

"Avoid looking at improper things... She’s an ancient Great Power, the source of Fate Inheritance, not to be desecrated..."

Gu Sheng continuously admonished himself in his heart, relying on his powerful will to restrain himself from glancing again at that breathtaking body, refocusing his attention on the task at hand.

Write.

Gu Sheng forcibly suppressed the chaotic ripples rising in his heart due to that perfect body, his gaze became sharp and resolute again, focusing on the corpse of Fate in the coffin.

He was both amazed by this transcendent beauty and entangled in a slight conflict — if he wanted to obtain the Heavenly Destiny Compass, it seemed he would have to damage this body that seemed asleep, yet carried an invisible allure.

"Such a perfect relic, seemingly imbued with some Daoist Rhythm... Before Fate senior met their demise, was likely a top-tier existence far beyond my imagination. My mind was somewhat affected... Moreover, the corpse of such a being could potentially harbor unknown peculiarities or safeguards..."

To be cautious, he decided not to delay further, lest unforeseen dreams linger.

With a thought, the ancient and majestic Southern Emperor Sword appeared in his hand. The blade shimmered with a faint emperor’s aura, his wrist steady, and the sword edge carefully touched Fate’s skin at the chest that was delicate like Bai Yu.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to exert force to cut, in that instant—

Swish.

A sound, extremely faint and akin to silk being torn, was heard.

Where the blade passed, a small wound appeared on that perfect skin.

However, what made Gu Sheng’s pupils contract was, what seeped from the wound was not coagulated dark blood, but... ruby-like jewels, vibrant with fresh life breath, rose-red Blood Pearls! This corpse was still "bleeding" like a living person!

Just as he was bewildered by this, a voice, without any warning, echoed in his mind, no, directly in the depths of his soul.

That voice was like a nightingale’s song, crisp and melodious, yet carrying an indescribable tenderness and magic power, capable of stirring the deepest primal desires and flames within a person.

"Little rascal... what’s the rush to use force on sister’s body..."

As the voice sounded, Gu Sheng felt his meridians inexplicably tingle, as if an invisible current surged through, his Qi-Blood faintly agitated, reminiscent of the chaotic True Qi assaulting his meridians when cultivating Thunder Element Technique! An unnamed flame seemed quietly ignited by this voice!

"Who?!"

A fierce alarm rang in Gu Sheng’s mind, his figure suddenly retreated dozens of feet like a phantom, while his powerful spiritual power expanded like a tide, tightly covering this entire cosmic relic chamber, scanning every inch of space with meticulous radar-like precision!

However, what made his heart heavy was— no sign of anyone was found!

There was no trace of anyone else, not even the slightest external spiritual power fluctuation could be detected! That voice seemed to originate from himself, or... from this space, this coffin, or even... that corpse?!

"No need to search..."

The captivating voice sounded again, carrying a hint of laziness and faint fatigue.

"Just now, to have a conversation transcending time with you, sister had to burn the last remnants of my Divine Soul, and barely performed half a ’Great Prophecy Technique’..."

The voice paused slightly, the tone containing a hint of reproach, yet more enticing.

"So, little one, don’t destroy the body that sister painstakingly preserved. The Heavenly Destiny Compass you seek is within this bronze coffin, below the Jade Pillow.

There’s a ring there, wear it, and your hand can temporarily become ethereal, penetrate the barrier of flesh, and directly retrieve the Compass."

Gu Sheng’s eyes glittered, his spiritual power locked tightly onto the coffin and Fate’s corpse, and spoke in a deep voice, attempting to communicate with this mysterious voice.

"Senior? Is it you? Can you still converse?"

"Yes... and no..."

The voice carried a touch of ethereal feeling and resignation.

"True conversations across the river of time come at a great cost, what happened just now... was my limit.

Now this faint echo is just a preset trace of thought here, triggered by the ’seeing blood’ opportunity you just now... But, I am Fate after all, so I can roughly guess what reaction you, little rascal, would have~". The voice, in the end, even carried a hint of playfulness, like a sister next door teasing her younger brother.

"Consider it as my final performance before death for you to see."

Gu Sheng furrowed his brow tightly, his heart filled with doubts, yet dared not act rashly.

The voice came again with a faint warning, lingering softly.

"Little one, you just made sister’s body bleed, it is understandable. If you use other, more brutal methods... Hmph, be warned, even after endless years of death, the fearfulness of Fate far exceeds your imagination..."

The implication in these words made Gu Sheng’s heart tense, but he had no time to ponder deeply over its meaning.

He approached as instructed, his gaze falling on the silver hair inside the coffin. Gently parting the cool, soft snow-white strands, he indeed found an ancient-looking, non-metal, non-wood ring beneath the Jade Pillow, engraved with intricate star patterns.

He took a deep breath, took the ring, and slipped it on his finger.

The moment the ring touched his skin, a refreshing sensation circulated, with no other anomaly.

He reached out again, this time, his target was Fate’s unguarded, proud chest.

As his palm approached that perfect body, a strange thing occurred— his hand, adorned with the ring, seemed to become ethereal, merging into water, penetrating that fair, smooth flesh without hindrance!

At the moment the hand immersed, his fingertips seemed to feel an extremely subtle, indescribable springy sensation, as if touching some vital barrier filled with life force, but the process was extremely brief.

He continued without pause, his hand going deeper, soon, within the chest cavity, he touched and firmly grasped an item about the size of a palm, cool to the touch, and imbued with endless profound aura.

Success!

Gu Sheng steadied himself, immediately withdrawing his hand.

As his palm fully detached from Fate’s corpse, the ring quietly transformed into dots of starlight and dispersed into nothingness.

And in his hand, now held an unknown material compass, the entire body dark silver, its surface dotted with countless shimmering starlight points, slowly operating by itself—the Heavenly Destiny Compass!