Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1235

Seeing their desperate eyes, Gu Sheng slightly loosened his grip on the sword.

"You all..."

As soon as Gu Sheng spoke, those cultivators fell to their knees, begging for mercy.

"Spare us, senior!"

"We absolutely won't leak a single word!"

"We beg you to show mercy..."

Gu Sheng sighed.

"Just go."

He swung his sword to cut all the ropes, and the cultivators scrambled away from this slaughterhouse.

Only the white-haired elder bowed to Gu Sheng before leaving.

"Thank you, friend, for saving my life; I shall never forget it."

Gu Sheng waved his hand, saying nothing more.

Elsewhere, the commoners were already spontaneously rescuing the bound girls.

Most of them looked dazed, clearly having been greatly frightened.

Those who saw their loved ones alive held them and burst into tears, while those whose families had met misfortune sat in a daze, their eyes hollow.

Watching this scene, Gu Sheng felt a heaviness in his chest.

He turned towards the corpse of the Qingsheng City Lord and took off the void ring from his hand.

He also pillaged the storage bags from Nie Shan and several Earth Palace Realm experts.

"Where is Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge?"

Gu Sheng stopped a cultivator who was about to leave and asked.

The cultivator shivered in fear and quickly pointed to the northwest.

"Walk... walk three hundred miles that way, and there's a black mountain range..."

Gu Sheng nodded and said no more.

He took one last look at the ruined City Lord Mansion before turning into a stream of light, disappearing into the northwest sky.

After leaving Linyuan City, Gu Sheng didn't rest, flying a hundred miles nonstop before stopping in a desert.

By then, it was late, and the temperature in the desert dropped sharply, but for a cultivator, it was nothing.

The fierce wind kicked up yellow sand, forming moving sand walls across the vast desert.

Gu Sheng, clad in white, walked against the wind, yet not a speck of dust clung to him.

In his hand, he toyed with a pitch-black spirit stone.

"What exactly is this thing..."

The spirit stone was about the size of a fist, its surface covered in dense, blood-colored patterns, wriggling slowly like a living creature.

Strangely, these blood lines were actually seeping fresh blood, staining Gu Sheng's fingertips crimson.

A dense evil qi emanated from the spirit stone, and even with Gu Sheng's cultivation, prolonged contact caused him a sense of unease.

"Why did the Qingsheng City Lord collect such an evil object?"

Gu Sheng muttered to himself.

"And hide it so secretively..."

He recalled that when breaking the restriction on the void ring, this spirit stone was stored separately in a sealed black box, showing the Qingsheng City Lord highly valued it.

Even stranger, when Gu Sheng touched the spirit stone, he faintly heard countless ghosts wailing, indicating a mysterious link between this stone and Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.

"Maybe I'll understand when I get to Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge."

Gu Sheng placed the spirit stone into his own void ring, casually discarding the Qingsheng City Lord's ring.

The ring fell into the yellow sand and was swiftly swallowed.

Based on the information from those cultivators, Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge was about three hundred miles northwest.

With Gu Sheng's speed, he could arrive in less than three days.

He looked up at the sky, where the setting sun dyed the desert a blood-like color, matching the spirit stone's hue.

"I have to hurry."

Gu Sheng said softly.

"The Qinghe Holy Land people should have discovered my whereabouts by now."

Just as Gu Sheng expected, Qingsheng City was in chaos at that moment.

Dozens of beams of light descended from the sky, landing on the ruins of the City Lord Mansion.

Leading them was a white-haired elder, clad in the elder robes of Qinghe Holy Land, with seven golden stars embroidered on the chest, indicating his identity as a seven-star elder.

"Search!" the elder waved his hand.

"Within a hundred miles, don't miss a trace!"

Dozens of Qinghe Holy Land disciples immediately dispersed.

Half a day passed, yet not one trace was found.

"Strange..." the white-haired elder frowned deeply.

"Disciples reported sensing Gu Sheng's aura here, so why is there now no trace at all?"

One disciple said cautiously.

"Elder, could it be that Gu Sheng used a secret technique to hide his aura?"

"Impossible!" the white-haired elder denied decisively.

"Unless a Holy Master-level figure intervened, no one can completely erase their aura. Keep searching!"

Meanwhile, in a valley over two hundred miles from Qingsheng City, Gu Sheng was sitting cross-legged on a giant stone, regulating his breathing.

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