Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367: Chapter 707: Shut Up (Part 2)

After speaking, he was the first to step into the bamboo forest. Strangely, the seemingly ordinary purple bamboo parted to make a path for him.

The Luoyun City Lord followed closely, a deep spell emerging from the black mist. The other disciples hurried to keep up, only to find they had to cut through the obstructing purple bamboo themselves to move forward.

"This..."

A young disciple swung his sword at the purple bamboo in front of him, the clash of blade and bamboo emitting a metallic ringing sound, making his hands numb.

"Fool!"

Luo Xiutian scolded without turning his head.

"Taichu Purple Bamboo contains the Heaven and Earth Dao Techniques; brute force cannot open it. Use your heart to comprehend!"

The disciple’s face flushed with embarrassment as he closed his eyes to concentrate. A moment later, the longsword in his hand emitted a faint glow, and this time when he struck, the purple bamboo broke with a sound. A wisp of pale purple energy floated from the broken bamboo, which he inhaled through his nose, immediately showing delight.

"Dao Qi! It really is Dao Qi!"

In front, Luo Xiutian and the Luoyun City Lord had already disappeared.

Thirty miles away, Gu Sheng’s red longsword cut a perfect arc, and a giant purple bamboo as thick as three men fell with a crash. From the break, dense, substantial purple Dao Qi gushed out, which he inhaled into his Dantian.

"The thirty-seventh one."

Gu Sheng wiped the sweat from his brow, excitement flickering in his eyes.

"The Dao Qi contained in this purple bamboo is even purer than the rumors!"

Not far away, Ling Xiao, clad in white robes, gracefully sliced through a purple bamboo with his jade sword.

Unlike Gu Sheng’s bold and sweeping sword skill, his sword moves seemed gentle, yet made the purple bamboo wither from within, eventually turning to ash.

A wisp of gray-black Dao Qi wrapped around the sword, which he guided into his body.

"Your Death Dao has improved again."

Gu Sheng walked over, frowning slightly.

"But this aura..."

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, a dark shadow in the depths of his pupils.

"The Death Dao is naturally like this. As for you.

He pointed to the faint golden-red glow around Gu Sheng.

"Your Yang Dao has reached the ’Qi Transformation’ Minor level, hasn’t it?"

Gu Sheng nodded, clenching his fist, causing his knuckles to crack.

"The bottleneck of the third level of the ’Nine Dragon Heaven and Earth Technique’ has loosened a bit, but..."

He looked toward the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Time is running out."

"Nine years and four months."

Ling Xiao accurately reported the number, his tone eerily calm.

He suddenly turned, looking northwest.

"The death aura there is dense, suitable for me."

Gu Sheng followed his gaze, seeing the bamboo forest enveloped in gray mist, nearly impenetrable to sunlight.

"Are you sure? That aura is very strange."

"It suits me perfectly."

Ling Xiao sheathed his jade sword.

"Splitting up is more efficient."

The two exchanged a glance, and Gu Sheng finally sighed.

"Be careful."

Ling Xiao’s lips curved slightly, revealing a rare smile.

"You too."

With that, his figure blurred, and he drifted toward the forest of death aura, vanishing in an instant.

Gu Sheng kneeled on one knee, plunging his longsword deep into the soil.

His chest heaved violently, sweat dripping down from his brow, splattering into tiny droplets on the hilt. The internal injuries from three days ago still burned his meridians, but more painful was the obsession in his heart that threatened to tear his chest apart.

"Dao Palace Realm..."

He gritted his teeth, his knuckles whitening from exertion. In the distance, the unique sound of purple bamboo resounded, an ethereal phenomenon created by the resonance of Dao Techniques.

Gu Sheng looked up toward the depths of the bamboo forest, where the purple bamboo had turned semi-transparent, Dao Patterns flowing between the nodes.

He pulled out his longsword with force, the drawn earth tracing a trajectory in the air.

The cultivation of his Yang Dao ’Qi Transformation’ Minor level circulated autonomously, pale golden energy seeping from his pores, forming a thin mist on the surface of his skin.

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