Chapter 1667 - 846: Cold Glint (Part 2)

Chapter 1667: Chapter 846: Cold Glint (Part 2)

Gu Sheng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes remained a haunting calmness and coldness.

He did not respond to Situ Qingfeng’s worries or statements but suddenly stood up, speaking in a flat yet undeniable tone.

"Set out, to the Southern Border."

"Southern Border?"

Situ Qingfeng was taken aback, his face full of surprise and confusion.

"Gu, going to the Southern Border now? What about the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff..."

"It’s exactly for the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff in half a month."

Gu Sheng interrupted him, his gaze directed toward the gradually brightening sky outside the window, his tone unwavering.

"I’m going to the Southern Border to retrieve something—the relic of the Golden-winged Roc."

He paused and continued speaking.

"This journey, exceptionally dangerous.

Moreover, I will let Linyin Pavilion use special channels to actively reveal my whereabouts."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Situ Qingfeng was even more shocked, almost thinking he had misheard.

"Actively reveal your whereabouts? Gu, why would you do that? Isn’t that like walking into a trap, telling Xiao Beixuan where you are, and letting him send people to ambush you?"

"Exactly, it’s to lure him into an ambush."

Gu Sheng turned his head, looking at Situ Qingfeng, his eyes deep as a chasm.

"If he wants to play, then I will play along until the end.

At the most unlikely, unexpected time and place, I will first cut off some of his wings, take a bit of interest. At the same time, I will take this opportunity to see what exactly he is capable of."

Situ Qingfeng looked into Gu Sheng’s calm yet extremely determined eyes and instantly understood his intention.

This is how to become the master of the guest, stirring up a storm of blood before a certain-death appointment! He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and pounded his chest heavily, speaking with lofty spirit.

"Good! Since you have this determination, Gu, I, Situ Qingfeng, will accompany you to the end! Isn’t it just risking one’s life? I’ve long been prepared to risk mine for you!"

Gu Sheng gave Situ Qingfeng a deep look, not expressing thanks, merely nodding his head.

"Go and make preparations, in an hour we depart."

After speaking, he did not linger but directly walked out of the Quiet Room, heading to the fifth floor of the Linyin Pavilion Headquarters—where the Intelligence Hall is located.

The Intelligence Hall was brightly lit, even in the early morning, there were still personnel on duty, fully focused on handling information gathered from various sources.

Upon seeing Gu Sheng arrive, two personnel immediately put down their work, bowed, their expressions respectful.

"Greetings, Third Pavilion Master!"

Gu Sheng nodded slightly, and directly stated his intentions.

"I am going to the Southern Border. Through your own channels, ’inadvertently’ leak this itinerary, make sure those who need to know will know."

Hearing this, the two personnel were initially stunned, then one of them seemed to understand something, showed a worried expression, and tried to advise.

"Third Pavilion Master, you’re heading to the Southern Border? Should we arrange for guards to secretly protect you? Or..."

"No need."

Gu Sheng waved his hand, his tone indifferent yet indisputable.

"Just do as I say.

Just spread the message, no need for any additional arrangements."

The two personnel exchanged a look and saw understanding and profound respect in each other’s eyes.

They understood Gu Sheng’s intention—using himself as bait to initiate the game! The two no longer spoke, jointly clasped hands, and responded solemnly.

"Understood! Rest assured, Third Pavilion Master, the message will be swiftly spread through designated channels once the Martial Artist Market opens today! You... be careful!"

Gu Sheng nodded without saying another word, turned, and departed.

...

Not long after Gu Sheng left Linyin Pavilion, in the vast and intricate black market network of Great Wilderness City, information about him heading to the Southern Border to find the relic of the Golden-winged Roc began quietly spreading at an astonishing speed.

The rapid spread and wide coverage were clearly driven by an invisible hand with precision.

However, this piece of information did not cause much of a ripple among black market martial artists.

For the majority struggling to survive or pursuing profit in the black market, the name Gu Sheng, and his conflict with a mysterious and powerful figure called Xiao Beixuan, were too distant, like a clash between two colossal entities, though astonishing, irrelevant to their livelihood and interests.

Some hearing the news sneered, even doubted.

"Gu Sheng? The Third Pavilion Master of Linyin Pavilion? Seriously? A big figure like him going to that Southern Border barbaric land for what? Could it be false news?"

Most were indifferent, treating it as mere gossip, listening then ignoring, turning attention to missions or treasures that could bring immediate benefit. Only a few with sharp intuition, or connections to certain forces, would silently take note of this information, passing it through various channels.

The entire black market remained immersed in its inherent, busy and noisy rhythm of pursuing profit, not stirred by this seemingly significant news.

Yet, the undercurrent had already begun to surge, an invisible net seemed to be quietly casting toward the Southern Border.

In an inconspicuous corner, a martial artist wearing clothing marked by Wuya Sect, who was originally casually browsing some shoddy demon beast materials at a stall, slightly moved his ear, precisely grasping keywords from nearby people’s low discussions about "Third Pavilion Master Gu Sheng", "Southern Border", "Golden-winged Roc relic".

His gaze suddenly focused, a hint of brilliance flashed, then returned to normal, putting down what was in his hand like an average customer, walking unhurriedly deeper into the black market’s shadowed areas.

After confirming no one around noticed, this Wuya Sect martial artist quickly took out a black jade talisman, marked with complex runes, from his bosom—precious long-distance communication treasure.

He forced a wisp of True Qi from his fingertip into the jade talisman, which glimmered briefly, and he immediately lowered his voice, reporting rapidly.

"Target Gu Sheng has left Great Wilderness City, based on reliable information, his destination is the Southern Border, suspected to be seeking the Golden-winged Roc relic. Only accompanied by a young man, identity yet to be confirmed."

After a moment of silence, the black jade talisman vibrated slightly, a processed, low and solemn commanding voice came.

"Message received. Immediately notify the ’dark agents’ in the city, activate the ’Hawk’ plan, intercept, and kill on the inevitable route to the Southern Border! Make sure to bring back his head for reporting!"

"Understood!"

Wuya Sect martial artist accepted the order without hesitation, eyes flashing with bloodlust.

He quickly stashed the communication jade talisman, blending into darkness like a specter, disappearing completely with a few flickers.

...

At the same time, in Great Wilderness City’s Heaven City, deep within a grand and luxurious mansion.

In an exquisite pavilion, Xiao Beixuan lazily reclined on a chair covered with soft snow mink fur.

Two maids with beautiful appearances and graceful figures knelt beside him, one carefully peeling ice crystal grapes filled with Spiritual Energy, the other gently massaging his legs with tender hands.

His eyes were slightly closed, expression content, as if everything outside was unrelated to him.

However, not far from the pavilion, a thick stone pillar presented a brutal scene out of place with this tranquility.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, covered in blood, was trapped by iron chains as thick as an arm, engraved with sealing runes, piercing both shoulders, locking him to the pillar.

The chains sunk deep into flesh and bone, the surrounding wounds blackened, minute black air constantly eroding his body, causing him even in unconsciousness to knit his brows tightly in immense pain. This person, was none other than the captured Gu family Family Head, Gu Lie!

An aide with a cold aura and sharp gaze stood bowed outside the pavilion, quietly reporting to Xiao Beixuan.