Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1521

Chapter 1521: Chapter 783: Realm Does Not Define Everything_2

After a moment, he opened his eyes and shook his head.

"It’s indeed no longer in the original place."

"Snow Eagle said the evil cultivator went to the Broken Daoist Temple."

Qin Yurou gently stroked the massive snow-white eagle by her side and spoke softly.

Snow Eagle’s sharp eyes shone with a spiritual light, gently pecking her palm in response.

"Broken Daoist Temple?"

Gu Sheng and Shen Qingtan exchanged a glance, seeing surprise and doubt in each other’s eyes.

"Before we left, it clearly..."

Shen Qingtan’s words were cut off as her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look towards the horizon.

"Someone’s coming!"

A bedraggled figure was staggering through the sky; it was Jiang Feiyu, his clothes tattered and face pale.

Jiang Feiyu crashed heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to prop himself up, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his robe in tatters, like a dog chased for three days and nights.

"Senior Brother Gu... Senior Sister Shen..."

His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with terror and regret.

"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have..."

Shen Qingtan observed coldly, the slender sword in her hand trembling slightly.

She exchanged a knowing glance with Gu Sheng, understanding clear in both their eyes.

"Jiang Feiyu."

Gu Sheng’s voice was as cold as ice.

"When did the disciples of the Inner Courtyard of the Great Wilderness Holy Academy start collaborating with the blood refining evil cultivators?"

Jiang Feiyu’s pupils contracted sharply, the fear on his face instantly froze.

"What does Senior Brother Gu mean? I risked my life to escape and report to you, yet you..."

"Reporting?"

Shen Qingtan sneered, the sword tip pointing directly at Jiang Feiyu’s throat.

"If it weren’t for your cowardice, how would Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Sister Li have died in that Broken Daoist Temple?"

"You!"

Jiang Feiyu’s face turned red, his façade completely collapsing.

"What do you understand! The path of cultivation is survival of the fittest, I only..."

"Only what?"

Gu Sheng stepped forward, Gang Qi surging around him.

"Only for your own gain, willing to be a lackey of the evil cultivators?"

Jiang Feiyu’s eyes were filled with venom, he suddenly lunged! His arms shook, ten scarlet blood lines shot out from his sleeves like venomous snakes lunging at the trio.

"Watch out!"

Gu Sheng, having anticipated this, waved his right hand, his Gang Qi coalescing into a three-foot Qi Sword to slash at the blood lines.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded, Gu Sheng felt his palm numb.

The blood lines were as hard as iron, unable to be cut through with one strike.

Shen Qingtan retreated swiftly, her slender sword tracing a silver arc in the air.

With a "Zing", the sword edge clashed with the blood lines, forcing her back three steps.

"These blood lines..."

Her expression shifted slightly.

"Are stronger than during the daytime encounter!"

The Snow Eagle beside Qin Yurou spread its wings, forming a barrier.

Two blood lines collided with the wings, emitting a piercing scraping sound.

"Senior Brother Gu!"

Qin Yurou exclaimed.

Gu Sheng’s eyes gleamed, the Nine Great Cave Heavens within him opening simultaneously, Gang Qi rushing through his meridians like a roaring river.

"Break for me!"

The Gang Qi Sword flared brilliantly, sweeping horizontally, severing four blood lines which fell to the ground, writhing like living creatures.

"How’s that possible!"

Jiang Feiyu was full of disbelief.

"My Blood Refining Demon Line..."

Gu Sheng moved like lightning, instantly beside Shen Qingtan, delivering four consecutive slashes.

The blood lines shrieked horrifically as they snapped, struggling in agony as if alive.

The Snow Eagle let out a long cry, its wings vibrating fiercely, throwing off the entwining blood lines.

Gu Sheng seized the opportunity, precisely severing the last two blood lines.

All ten blood lines were completely severed, Jiang Feiyu’s face turned ashen, stumbling backward.

"Useless."

An icy voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Jiang Feiyu shivered all over, looking back in terror.

"My lord, I..."

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator slowly emerged, a ghastly white face appearing beneath a black robe.

He cast a disdainful glance at Jiang Feiyu.

"You can’t even handle this trivial matter, what’s the point of keeping you?"

"No! Spare me, my lord!"

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