Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1321

Chapter 1321: Chapter 684: Damn, That’s Unreal_2

He keenly sensed that although Gu Sheng’s aura didn’t show any improvement in cultivation realm, it gave off an unfathomable feeling.

Like a hidden undertow beneath a calm sea surface, seemingly harmless but containing terrifying explosive power.

"This guy... what exactly is he cultivating?"

Ling Xiao was secretly shocked in his heart.

He instinctively felt that if he were to fight Gu Sheng now, he probably wouldn’t be able to take even one move.

A surge of unwillingness bubbled up in his heart.

Ling Xiao found a spot a little farther from Gu Sheng, sat back down, and fully activated the Golden Alms Bowl.

"Isn’t it just body refinement? I can do it too!"

The surrounding body refiners noticed this scene and shook their heads, scoffing.

"Another one who doesn’t know his limits."

"Daoist Yong’an’s two disciples, each more arrogant than the other."

"Relying on a magical treasure to cultivate deep inside Heaven-Burning Valley? What a joke!"

The murmurs reached his ears, and Ling Xiao’s face flushed red, yet he stubbornly refused to retreat.

He tried to reduce the protection of the Golden Alms Bowl, allowing more original energy to flood into his body.

"Crack!"

The first trace of unprocessed magma energy entered his body, and Ling Xiao immediately heard the cracking noise from his bones under unbearable pressure.

The intense pain hit him, and he almost screamed out loud, quickly enhancing the Golden Alms Bowl’s defense again.

"Too difficult..."

Ling Xiao’s forehead broke out in cold sweat, shocked by Gu Sheng’s tenacity.

Without the protection of a magical treasure, to endure such pain with just the body, what kind of terrifying willpower is needed?

Hong Yun witnessed all of this, the corners of his mouth forming a mocking curve.

"Putting on an act."

He turned to a few companions by his side and said softly.

"Keep an eye on these two kids. I always feel like there’s something off about them."

"Does Hong suspect their identity is fake?"

A cultivator with a sharp nose and monkey-like face asked.

Hong Yun sneered.

"Daoist Yong’an has been in seclusion for a hundred years, suddenly popping out with two disciples never seen before, both with rare magical treasures for protection... do you think it’s reasonable?"

The few exchanged a glance and nodded silently.

At this moment, Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light in his pupils.

He slowly got up, stretching his muscles and bones, his entire body making a cracking sound like popping beans.

"I’m almost used to it..."

Gu Sheng muttered to himself, his gaze turned toward the deeper magma area below.

The magma there appeared dark red, like congealed blood, just looking at it made one feel suffocated.

Under the astonished gaze from everyone, Gu Sheng suddenly removed all spiritual power protection, relying purely on his body to resist the surrounding pressure.

His skin instantly turned crimson, veins protruded and wriggled like earthworms, yet his steps continued downward.

"Is he crazy?"

The sharp-nosed cultivator stared wide-eyed.

Hong Yun also stood up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

"The pressure a hundred meters below is three times stronger than here! Even I wouldn’t dare to attempt it!"

Mi Yingzong appeared beside Hong Yun at some point, touching the scar on his chin, his eyes flashing with a keen light.

"Interesting... this kid is either a madman, or..."

"Or what?"

Hong Yun furrowed his brow.

"Or he’s not even at the Earth Palace Stage."

Mi Yingzong said meaningfully.

Gu Sheng ignored the commotion behind him.

He was entirely focused on resisting the increasingly terrifying pressure, each step like bearing a mountain. Bones wailed, muscles tore, but after each damage, newly formed tissues became more tenacious.

"Ninety-seven... ninety-eight... ninety-nine..."

Gu Sheng counted in his mind, when he took the hundredth step, the surrounding pressure suddenly increased.

He grunted, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, yet his back remained straight, like an unsheathed sword, filled with grandeur.

"He... he really did it?"

Ling Xiao’s mouth hung open, and the Golden Alms Bowl in his hand almost fell.

"Putting on an act!"

Hong Yun snorted, his eyes full of disdain.

"For someone at the Earth Palace Stage, lasting three breaths a hundred meters deep is enough to count him as impressive!"

Mi Yingzong touched the scar on his chin, squinted as he stared at Gu Sheng’s figure below.

"Hong Tu, do you think this kid might really be a reincarnated divine beast?"

"Nonsense!"

Hong Yun’s forehead veins throbbed.

"How precious are the bloodlines of divine beasts? In the thousand-year history of Qinghe Holy Land, only three strong ones with divine beast bloodlines have emerged! Who does this kid think he is?"

Their conversation was unrestrained, the sound waves forming a special resonance within the magma, clearly reaching Gu Sheng’s ears.

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