Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1321 - 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.

Gu Sheng’s lips curled slightly, still sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, unmoving.

"Just watch."

Hong Yun crossed his arms and sneered coldly.

"Within ten breaths, he’ll definitely cough up blood and retreat! When we first entered this place, didn’t we take more than a month to adapt?"

Mi Yingzong unusually did not retort, nodding in agreement.

As renowned Body Refiners of the Qinghe Holy Land, they knew too well the horror of this depth of one hundred meters.

The pressure here is more than three times that of the upper layers, and the Ultimate Yang Power contained in the magma is exceedingly violent, capable of injuring ordinary cultivators upon contact.

"Five breaths."

Hong Yun began counting, eyes glinting with schadenfreude.

Gu Sheng remained as steady as a rock.

The Spiritual Power shield on his body seemed precarious but was actually just a disguise.

Beneath that seemingly fragile spiritual barrier, his flesh was undergoing an astonishing transformation — pale golden lines beneath his skin grew more pronounced, flowing like living creatures, converting the surrounding violent energy into nutrients nourishing his body.

"Ten breaths!"

Hong Yun’s voice rose slightly.

"Huh?"

Instead of coughing up blood and retreating as he predicted, Gu Sheng’s breathing became more steady, his aura gradually merging with the surrounding environment.

From a distance, he resembled a rock weathered by magma for millennia; ancient and resilient.

Mi Yingzong’s eyes gleamed sharply.

"Interesting..."

"Just pretending! Keep pretending!"

Hong Yun’s face darkened.

"I’ll see how long he can hold out!"

Twenty breaths... thirty breaths... one hundred breaths...

Time flowed on, Gu Sheng remained sitting steadily at the hundred-meter depth.

More astonishingly, the Spiritual Power shield on his body began to gradually weaken, as if he needed little protection to adapt to the environment.

"Impossible!"

Hong Yun finally couldn’t contain himself, jumping to his feet.

"He must have used some secret treasure!"

Mi Yingzong pondered.

"Hong Tu, why not use your Void Spirit Eye to take a look?"

Hong Yun snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turned pale gold, two invisible lines penetrating the magma, aiming directly at Gu Sheng.

This was precisely his unique technique—the "Void Spirit Eye," capable of seeing through most disguises and protections.

Gu Sheng nearly sensed the anomaly the instant Hong Yun began the probe.

His heart tightened, his "Nine Revolutions Profound Yang Technique" rapidly circulated, the pale golden lines on his skin immediately vanished from sight.

Simultaneously, he intentionally made the Spiritual Power shield fluctuate violently, feigning a struggle.

"How is it?"

Mi Yingzong asked curiously.

Hong Yun frowned deeply.

"Strange... his shield seems on the verge of collapsing, yet his Qi-Blood is remarkably stable... something’s off!"

He suddenly intensified the power of the Void Spirit Eye, trying to see through Gu Sheng’s internal condition.

Gu Sheng secretly cursed, immediately reversing his cultivation technique, making his Qi-Blood intentionally appear erratic while forcing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

He appeared to be at his limit, as if about to collapse at any moment.

"Ha!"

Hong Yun withdrew his Spirit Eye, smugly declaring.

"He’s clearly pushing himself! He’s at his limit, scarcely enduring another thirty breaths!"

Mi Yingzong remained skeptical.

"Really? Yet I still feel..."

"Feel what, nonsense!"

Hong Yun rudely interrupted him.

"When has my Void Spirit Eye ever been wrong?"

Another thirty breaths passed, yet Gu Sheng showed no signs of collapse.

Fifty breaths... one hundred breaths...

Hong Yun’s expression shifted from smugness to puzzlement, then turned utterly dark.

He deployed the Void Spirit Eye once more, discovering Gu Sheng’s status identical to the previous probe—seemingly ready to collapse, yet stubbornly steadfast.

"Damn it!"

Hong Yun cursed softly.

"This guy is odd!"

Mi Yingzong suddenly chuckled.

"Hong Tu, could your Void Spirit Eye be a fake?"

"Get lost!"

Hong Yun shouted angrily, ceasing to insist Gu Sheng was about to collapse.

He stared fixedly at the figure below, eyes gleaming with incomprehension.