Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1564

Chapter 1564: Chapter 805: Hidden Secrets

Zhao Boyang heard this, and his face showed a bitter yet understanding smile.

He initially had the thought of using this opportunity to form good ties with this mysterious strong figure, and even the idea of inviting him to travel together. But after witnessing Gu Sheng’s thunderous methods and hearing these utterly indifferent words, those thoughts vanished instantly.

He knew well that such a person could not be easily befriended or influenced by him.

He wisely did not bring up the topic of forming a team or repayment again; instead, he shifted the conversation, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Gu, after today, you must be extremely careful.

Although Ye Changling deserves his fate, his background is exceedingly troublesome."

Gu Sheng looked at him, waiting quietly for him to continue.

Zhao Boyang continued speaking.

"Ye Changling is ranked twenty-seventh on the ’True Inheritance List’. Shamefully, I am also on the list, ranked thirty-first. If we talk about true combat power, I am confident in defeating him, yet his ranking has always been ahead of mine."

"Oh?"

Gu Sheng seemed mildly interested.

Newly arrived, he was unfamiliar with the local True Inheritance List.

Seeing Gu Sheng’s confusion, Zhao Boyang explained.

"The True Inheritance List is not ranked solely by combat power. Talent, potential, background, and the influence of the represented forces are all crucial factors.

The main reason Ye Changling ranks highly is because he is backed not only by the Ye Family but also by the ’Holy Academy’!"

At the mention of the ’Holy Academy’, Zhao Boyang’s tone involuntarily carried deep apprehension.

"The Holy Academy?"

Gu Sheng repeated the name.

"Exactly."

Zhao Boyang nodded solemnly.

"It is a colossal entity that surpasses numerous dynasties and families, with unfathomable foundations and pervasive influence. Ye Changling’s father is a powerful elder within the Holy Academy, wielding great authority.

This is also Ye Changling’s biggest reliance for his rampant behavior; no one dares provoke him lightly. Now that he dies here, the Holy Academy might not immediately react, but the Ye Family and that elder will definitely not let it go.

They will undoubtedly use all their powers to investigate the truth."

Gu Sheng listened, his face remaining unchanged, merely responding with a light "Hmm," as if he had heard something irrelevant.

Zhao Boyang watched his indifferent manner and felt even more awe.

He did not know if Gu Sheng had something to back him up or was truly fearless, but either way, it meant that this young man in front of him was of a dimension beyond his understanding.

"Gu, you should still be extremely cautious."

Not until Gu Sheng’s figure vanished completely did Zhao Boyang and others relax utterly; several fell directly to the ground, gasping deep breaths as if they had just brushed against death’s door, even witnessing King Yanluo’s wrath firsthand.

"Boss... can we... can we really keep this covered?"

The green-clad man trembled, his face devoid of blood.

Zhao Boyang gazed deeply toward where Gu Sheng disappeared, slowly releasing a murky breath.

"If we fail to cover it up, it spells disaster. Therefore, we must cover it up! From this moment, keep your mouths tightly shut! What we’ve seen and heard today, any leakage won’t find leniency from me, Zhao Boyang!"

His voice was cold and severe, filled with murderous intent.

Everyone felt a chill, nodding repeatedly in fright.

The mountain forest fell silent, leaving only the thick scent of blood and the wounds from battle, silently documenting the recent brief yet extraordinarily bloody massacre.

The protagonist who stirred this tempest has gone, leaving only endless shock and future hidden dangers, awaiting time’s fermentation.

Gu Sheng deployed the Ghost Shadow Escape Technique, his form turning into a hard-to-capture shadow, swiftly traversing the forest. In merely two hours, the outline of a vast and ancient ruin came into view.

That was Wuya Ancient City, remnants and ruins stretching countless miles. Even from afar, one could feel the imposing sense of desolation and the aura of time.

He landed in a mountain crevice about ten miles away from the outer periphery of the ruins.

It was evidently a naturally formed martial artist gathering point, with many crude stone houses, wooden sheds, and even tents constructed. People came and went, their aura mixed, mostly carrying dust and the scent of blood, revealing that they were martial artists gambling their lives in the ruins for years.