Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

He withdrew his aura, slowly descended to the ground, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"So you are a fellow Daoist from the Purple Cloud Holy Land. I am the Lord of Luoyun City. I apologize for my earlier rudeness."

The young man in purple robes became even more arrogant when he realized that the other party had recognized him.

"I am Luo Xiutian, the current Holy Son of Zixia Holy Land, and these are my junior brothers and sisters. Lord Luoyun City, your behavior just now was a great disrespect to my Zixia Holy Land!"

Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the City Lord of Luoyun. The Purple Cloud Holy Land was one of the six top powers in the cultivation world. Any elder there could easily destroy Luoyun City, let alone the one before him who was clearly a genius disciple being groomed by the Holy Land.

"Please forgive me, Saint Luo!"

Lord Luoyun quickly apologized.

"I was momentarily distracted by the grief of losing my son, and I had no intention of offending you!"

"The pain of losing a child?"

Luo Xiutian raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly.

"what happened?"

Lord Luoyun gritted his teeth and said.

"It was a villain named Gu Sheng! He not only killed my son, but also slaughtered dozens of disciples from the six holy lands and stole the ancient divine sword!"

"what?"

Luo Xiutian's expression changed drastically.

"Are you telling the truth? Where is Gu Sheng now?"

"According to reliable sources, he may have already infiltrated the Immortal Descending Realm!"

The Lord of Luoyun City had a sinister look in his eyes.

"That's why I've come, determined to grind them to dust!"

Luo Xiutian exchanged a glance with his junior brothers and sisters behind him, and his expression became serious.

As core disciples of the Zixia Holy Land, they naturally knew what the name Gu Sheng meant—a ruthless character who could escape from the joint pursuit of the elders of the six holy lands, and a peerless genius who possessed an ancient divine sword!

"Lord of Luoyun City".

Luo Xiutian suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

"Since you're going to hunt down Gu Sheng, why don't you come with us? We're on our way to Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain to comprehend the Dao. You can protect us and help us find Gu Sheng's whereabouts."

Lord Luoyun cursed inwardly. He, the lord of a city, was actually being asked to be a bodyguard for a bunch of juniors? But faced with the power of the Zixia Holy Land, he dared not refuse and could only force a smile.

"It is my honor to serve the Holy Son of Luo."

Luo Xiutian nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject.

"However, I am very interested in this Gu Sheng. You said he obtained an ancient divine sword? Tell me more about it."

Lord Luoyun City dared not conceal anything and revealed all the information he knew.

As he described how Gu Sheng single-handedly fought against the elders of the six holy lands and ultimately escaped unscathed, Luo Xiutian's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Interesting, so interesting!"

Luo Xiutian clapped his hands and laughed.

"Only an opponent like this is worthy of fighting me, Luo Xiutian!"

A female disciple behind him said worriedly.

"Senior brother, this man is vicious by nature. Even the elders of the Holy Land can't do anything to him. We'd better avoid him."

"madness!"

Luo Xiutian coldly rebuked him.

"The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens. If one doesn't even dare to face this challenge, how can one talk about pursuing the Great Dao?"

He turned to the Lord of Luoyun City, his eyes gleaming with calculation.

"Lord City Lord, you said Gu Sheng might be in the Immortal Descending Realm? How about we set a trap to lure him out?"

Lord Luoyun's heart stirred.

"What insightful opinion does Saint Luo have?"

Luo Xiutian smiled mysteriously.

"The Primordial Purple Bamboo Mountain is a renowned sacred site for enlightenment in the Immortal Descending Realm. The deeper one ventures, the more profound the Dao becomes. We will make a grand trip there, inviting cultivators from all walks of life to join us in comprehending this Dao in the name of our Purple Cloud Sacred Land. If Gu Sheng is truly here, upon hearing of such a grand event, he will surely come to investigate!"

"Great idea!"

Lord Luoyun clapped his hands in praise, then expressed his concern.

"But what if he recognizes me?"

"rest assured."

Luo Xiutian interrupted him.

"You just need to observe secretly and notify me immediately if you find any suspicious people. I will have my junior brothers and sisters spread the word that no one can resist the temptation of the Zixia Holy Land discovering ancient ruins in the Primordial Purple Bamboo Mountain!"

After reaching a consensus, the group immediately set off for Taichu Purple Bamboo Mountain. Along the way, Luo Xiutian introduced the route to everyone.

"Each leaf of the bamboo on the Primordial Purple Bamboo Mountain contains a different Daoist principle; the deeper one goes, the more profound the principles become. To comprehend the Dao, one must cut down bamboo; the more one cuts, the deeper one's understanding. But if one's strength is insufficient, forcing one to delve deeper is futile."

"What will happen?"

One of the disciples asked curiously.

Luo Xiutian sneered.

"Last year, a rogue cultivator in the late Golden Core stage overestimated his abilities and was killed by the backlash of the Bamboo Daoist Technique, exploding on the spot!"

Everyone's expression changed upon hearing this, but Luo Xiutian remained completely unconcerned.

"Therefore, you should act according to your abilities. Our main purpose is to lure out Gu Sheng, and comprehending the Dao is just a side thing. We will leave when the spiritual tide from the Immortal Descending Realm arrives."

"Lord of the city, please."

Luo Xiutian turned to the side and nodded slightly to the shadows behind him.

A gray shadow silently appeared, and the face of the Lord of Luoyun City, which was always shrouded in mist, turned slightly, and a hoarse voice came out.

"Sect Leader Luo, you're too kind."

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of black smoke suddenly flew out from his sleeve, circled three times in the air, and then pointed directly to the southeast.

A glint flashed in Luo Xiutian's eyes.

"Oh? What is this, City Lord?"

"Two little mice."

Lord Luoyun sneered.

"I passed through here not long ago, and the air is still fresh."

The bamboo leaves rustled as Luo Xiutian stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering even without wind.

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then a smile curved his lips.

"As expected, there are remnants of Ling Xiao's sword energy and a scorching aura. It must be Gu Sheng."

"Sect Master, you are wise."

Lord Luoyun City echoed this in a sinister tone.

"Want to chase?"

"nature."

Luo Xiutian waved his sleeve.

"The opportunity at the Primordial Purple Bamboo Mountain is rare; how can we let them monopolize it?"

Having said that, he stepped into the bamboo forest first. Strangely enough, the seemingly ordinary purple bamboo automatically parted to make a path in front of him.

The Lord of Luoyun City followed closely behind, a low incantation emanating from within the black mist. Seeing this, the other disciples hurriedly followed, only to find that they had to personally chop through the purple bamboo blocking their path to advance.

"This"

A young disciple swung his sword at the purple bamboo in front of him. The sword blade struck the bamboo, producing a metallic clang that made his hand go numb.

"idiot!"

Luo Xiutian rebuked him without turning his head.

"The Primordial Purple Bamboo contains the laws of heaven and earth; how can brute force break through it? Comprehend it with your heart!"

The disciple's face flushed red as he closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, the longsword in his hand glowed faintly, and as he swung it down again, the purple bamboo snapped in two. A wisp of pale purple aura wafted from the broken bamboo, which he inhaled, and his face immediately lit up with joy.

"Dao Qi! It really is Dao Qi!"

Ahead, Luo Xiutian and the Lord of Luoyun City had already disappeared without a trace.

Thirty miles away, Gu Sheng drew a perfect arc with his crimson longsword, and the giant purple bamboo in front of him, which took three people to encircle, crashed down. A dense, almost tangible purple aura burst forth from the broken bamboo, which he inhaled and absorbed into his dantian. "The thirty-seventh bamboo."

Gu Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"The Dao energy contained in this purple bamboo is even purer than rumored!"

Not far away, Ling Xiao, dressed in white, casually slashed a purple bamboo with his jade sword.

Unlike Gu Sheng's sweeping and powerful swordsmanship, his sword moves, though seemingly gentle, caused the purple bamboo to wither from the inside out, eventually turning it into ashes.

A wisp of gray-black Dao energy coiled around the sword and was guided into his body.

"Your path to death has improved once again."

Gu Sheng walked over, his brows slightly furrowed.

"But this aura..."

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, his pupils filled with a deep gray.

"The path to death is inherently like this. But it's you."

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

"Has Yang Dao already reached the Lesser Vehicle stage of 'Qi Transformation'?"

Gu Sheng nodded, clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a popping sound.

"The bottleneck of the third level of the Nine Dragons Universe Technique has loosened somewhat, but..."

He looked up into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"time is limited."

"Nine years and four months."

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

He suddenly turned around and looked in the northwest direction.

"The place is deathly still, which suits me."

Gu Sheng followed his gaze and saw that the bamboo forest was shrouded in a gray mist, which even the sunlight could not penetrate.

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

"Just to my liking."

Lingxiao Jade Sword returned to its sheath.

"Splitting up is more efficient."

After a moment of eye contact, Gu Sheng finally sighed.

"Be careful."

Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly, revealing a rare smile.

"You too."

Having said that, he flickered and drifted towards the deathly bamboo forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Gu Sheng knelt on one knee, his long sword deeply embedded in the soil.

His chest heaved violently, sweat dripping down his brow bone and splashing tiny droplets on the hilt of his sword. The internal injuries from the chase three days ago were still burning his meridians, but compared to that, the obsession in his heart that was almost tearing his chest apart was even more painful.

"Dao Palace Realm"

He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. In the distance came the distinctive, clear chirping of purple bamboo, a celestial phenomenon arising from the resonance of Daoist principles.

Gu Sheng looked up into the depths of the bamboo forest, where the purple bamboo had become translucent, with visible patterns flowing between the bamboo joints.

He suddenly drew his longsword, the blade kicking up dirt that traced an arc in the air.

The cultivation of the "Yang Dao" in the body, which is the Lesser Vehicle of Qi, operates on its own, and a pale golden aura seeps out from the pores, forming a thin mist on the skin surface.

This is a unique characteristic of the Nine Yang Manual of the Zixia Holy Land, and also one of the reasons why he was hunted down.

"Three months."

Gu Sheng whispered to the void, as if some unseen person stood there.

"I will definitely break through to the Dao Palace Realm and go to the Upper Realm to find you."

Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword and severed a purple bamboo stalk as thick as a bowl in front of him. Purple mist spewed from the broken bamboo, but it instantly melted away upon contact with the golden light surrounding him.

Where the sword's edge pointed, the bamboo forest automatically parted to create a path.

Gu Sheng strode forward, his robes fluttering in the wind. The deeper they went, the deeper the color of the purple bamboo became, gradually changing from a pale purple to a dark purple that was almost black.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, their meridians would have been crushed by the pressure of the Dao contained in the bamboo forest by now. However, the Yang Dao True Qi flowing in Gu Sheng's body was compatible with the attributes of the purple bamboo, which helped him to move faster and faster.

Gu Sheng broke through his limits ahead, and the experts from Bi Yun Sect quickly followed, leaving Luo Xiutian and the Lord of Luo Yun City in a dilemma.

The purple bamboo swayed and rustled.

Gu Sheng gripped the long sword in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He looked up into the depths of the bamboo forest, where purple mist swirled and faint Dao patterns flowed. The burning sensation in his chest reminded him of his vow—he must break through to the Dao Palace Realm within three months.

"Qingyao, wait for me."

The name rolled between my teeth, carrying a bitter, rusty taste.

The refreshing fragrance of bamboo leaves filled Gu Sheng's lungs, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart. The scene of the great battle three days ago still flashed through his mind.

The look in Qingyao's eyes when she was forcibly taken away by the envoy from the upper realm was etched into his heart like a knife.

"How dare you, a mere ant from the lower realm, covet the Holy Maiden of my Xuantian Palace?"

The envoy's contemptuous words still echoed in my ears.

Gu Sheng suddenly swung his sword, unleashing a crimson sword aura that swept out, severing more than ten purple bamboo stalks in front of him at the root. Purple sap seeped from the broken ends, gleaming strangely in the sunlight.

"A Qi Transformation Lesser Vehicle cultivation level is indeed sufficient for this outer area."

Gu Sheng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, feeling the surging true energy within his body. The cultivation of Yang Dao is divided into nine realms, and he is currently only at the third realm, "Qi Transformation" stage, still a world apart from the seventh realm, "Dao Palace".

But time waits for no one.

Gu Sheng took out a jade slip from his pocket, which was a gift from Qingyao before their parting.

The two characters "Taichu" on the jade slip glowed faintly, pointing towards the depths of the bamboo forest. It was said that ancient legacies lay there, perhaps his only hope for a rapid breakthrough.

"Fight!"

Gu Sheng bit his fingertip and drew a blood talisman on the blade.

The sword suddenly glowed bright red, illuminating the surrounding purple bamboo like a maple forest at sunset.

He leaped into the air, stepping on bamboo branches as he flew forward, his figure quickly disappearing into the vast purple mist.

Thirty miles away, Luo Xiutian kicked aside a broken bamboo blocking his way, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"That little bastard runs fast!"

The compass needle in his hand spun wildly, indicating that the target was rapidly moving away.

"Lord Luoyun City, are you sure he's only at the Qi Transformation Realm?"

The middle-aged man beside him, clad in heavy black iron armor, gave a wry smile.

“Young Master Luo, Gu Sheng has indeed only recently entered the Qi Transformation stage. But the Daoist aura of Purple Bamboo Mountain is particularly favorable to him, while suppressing our cultivation.”

Luo Xiutian snorted coldly, and the jade pendant at his waist suddenly burst out with green light, shredding the incoming bamboo leaves into powder.

As the chief disciple of the outer sect of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, he had already reached the Great Perfection of the "Concentration" stage, and in theory, he should have been able to crush Qi Transformation cultivators like ants. But this damned Purple Bamboo Forest...
"careful!"

Suddenly, the Lord of Luoyun City grabbed his sleeve. A purple bamboo, as thick as a bowl, swept across without warning, its joints covered with dense golden Dao patterns.

Luo Xiutian hastily struck out with his palm, but was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He looked at the purple bamboo with a mixture of shock and anger—it was clearly attacking on its own after sensing his presence!
"Damn it, the Taoist practices here reject non-Yang Taoist cultivators."

Lord Luoyun wiped away his cold sweat.

"Although I have reached the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, I know nothing about the Yang Path."

"Shut up!"

Luo Xiutian interrupted him irritably.

"Keep chasing! The Holy Lord himself gave the order: find him alive or dead!"

Just as the two were about to move forward, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind. Luo Xiutian turned around alertly and saw seven figures passing through the bamboo forest, their speed even surpassing theirs.

The leader was an old man with white hair and a youthful face, riding on purple clouds, and wherever he passed, the purple bamboo automatically parted.

The six men behind him were all dressed in indigo robes with golden cloud patterns embroidered on their chests. (End of Chapter)