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

Gu Sheng looked up and saw a huge black eagle circling in the clouds.

"Is that your spirit beast?"

Gu Sheng asked.

Qin Yurou nodded.

"Little Black is a messenger hawk trained by the Holy Academy, and it can communicate with me telepathically."

She paused.

"Actually, I entered the secret realm at the request of Senior Sister Shen Qingtan."

Gu Sheng was not surprised.

"I guessed it. Your mission is to sabotage Shen Qingyun's cooperation with the Lu family?"

"Part of it is."

Qin Yurou said frankly.

"My senior sister instructed me to do everything I could to stop Shen Qingyun from winning over various factions. At the same time..."

She gave a sly smile.

"I also need the rare and precious materials in the secret realm to improve myself."

"So you kept cutting in front of me yesterday?"

Gu Sheng asked with a half-smile.

Qin Yurou stuck out her tongue.

"You found out. But I didn't take it all; I always left you a lot."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Gu Sheng looked directly into her eyes.

"Shouldn't disciples of the Holy Academy keep their mouths shut?"

Qin Yurou's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Because Shen Qingyun is serious this time. He has declared that whoever takes your head will receive a favor from him. A favor from a candidate for the top three of the Holy Academy is priceless to many people."

Gu Sheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"It seems I've become a pawn in your power struggle."

"My senior sister said, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'"

Qin Yurou blinked.

"I think you're much better than that hypocrite Shen Qingyun."

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the innate spiritual embryo suddenly let out a strange cry.

"Watch out! This girl is probably trying to recruit you!"

Gu Sheng remained unmoved.

"Thank you for the reminder. However, I don't want to get involved in the internal conflicts of the Holy Academy for the time being."

Qin Yurou seemed to have anticipated his response.

"Whatever you say. But the exit of the secret realm is definitely guarded by Shen Qingyun's men now. How do you plan to leave?"

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain."

Gu Sheng said calmly.

"But you, telling me all this, aren't you afraid Shen Qingyun will find out?"

"He can't do anything to me."

Qin Yurou said confidently.

"The Holy Academy has strict rules; fellow disciples are forbidden from killing each other. Besides..."

There was a sly glint in her eyes.

"My senior sister will protect me."

Gu Sheng suddenly realized that this seemingly innocent girl was probably far more complex than she appeared.
The power struggle within the academy seemed to be more complex than he had imagined.

Qin Yurou's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the dark secret realm.

"Gu Sheng, Shen Qingtan has been framed by Shen Qingyun outside the secret realm. I must leave in advance to help her."

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of the Broken Wind Ancient Sword at his waist. Moonlight filtered through the mist above the secret realm, casting dappled shadows on his sharply defined face.

How many people did Shen Qingyun gather?

His voice was deep.

"At least three hundred martial artists, including many experts at the Earth Martial Realm."

Qin Yurou bit her lower lip and took out a cyan jade talisman from her bosom.

"They are searching for you throughout the secret realm."

Gu Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Three hundred men? Shen Qingyun thinks highly of me."

"Caution comes first."

Qin Yurou held the jade talisman in her palm.

"After I leave, you..."

"Don't worry about me."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, his gaze sweeping across the dark, dense forest around them.

"Please tell Qingtan to wait for me."

Qin Yurou nodded and said no more.

She crushed the jade talisman with force, a flash of green light appeared, and her figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a few pieces of green talisman paper that fell to the ground.

Gu Sheng stood still, feeling the rich spiritual energy in the secret realm.

He reached into his robes and took out a bronze mask, its surface engraved with intricate patterns, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

"The disguise magic weapon has come in handy."

He muttered to himself as he covered his face with the mask.

The moment the mask touched his skin, Gu Sheng's face began to distort and change, instantly transforming into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

He touched the new face with satisfaction, then turned and walked into the depths of the dense forest.

Gu Sheng already knew the distribution of rare and precious materials in the secret realm by heart.

He avoided areas where people might be lying in ambush and instead chose to travel along secluded paths.

Along the way, he collected three ancient medicinal herbs and a rare amethyst, reaping a rich harvest.

As dusk fell, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged under an ancient tree.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his spiritual energy surging like a river. His body, at the fifth level of the Body Conquest realm, glowed with a faint golden light under the moonlight, every inch of his muscle containing explosive power.

"North tomorrow."

He opened his eyes and looked towards the mountain range shrouded in mist to the north.

"The opportunity sensed by the innate spiritual embryo should be right there."

In the dead of night, a series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the secret realm.

Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

He held his breath, his gaze sharp.

"Catch her! Don't let her get away!"

The rough male voice sounded particularly jarring in the night.

A woman in white staggered and fled, pursued by more than ten martial artists dressed in the attire of the Sun Moon Sect.

The woman had a poisoned arrow with a blue glow stuck in her left shoulder, and her face was pale.

"Help me!"

The woman suddenly collapsed to the ground, her gaze fixed on where Gu Sheng was hiding, as if she could see through the darkness. Gu Sheng frowned, his fingers lightly stroking the hilt of his sword, but he did not act immediately.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several whooshing sounds suddenly rang out as more than a dozen poisoned darts shot straight at the tree where Gu Sheng was hiding. The tree trunk was instantly riddled with hidden weapons glowing with blue light, and the bark turned black and rotted at a visible speed.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, come out!"

The leader of the Sun Moon Sect warriors shouted sternly. He was burly and had a hideous scar on his face.

A cold glint flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes, and his killing intent surged.

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish."

He snorted coldly, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

"Splitting Light and Shadow Sword!"

Gu Sheng's figure blurred, conjuring nine illusory figures that simultaneously pounced on the Sun Moon Sect members. Under the suppression of the secret realm, these martial artists were unable to use their spiritual power to distinguish between the real and the fake, and immediately fell into chaos.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Scarface shouted, but it was too late.

Gu Sheng's true form had already circled behind him, and the Broken Wind Ancient Sword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, slashed down!
"puff--"

Blood gushed out, and the scarred man's head flew high into the air, his face frozen in disbelief. A powerful Earth Martial Realm expert had been killed with a single sword strike!
The blade of the Broken Wind Ancient Sword drew a desolate arc under the moonlight. With a slight twist of his wrist, Gu Sheng pierced the abdomen of the Sun Moon Sect disciple.

With a sharp "rip," the sound of cloth tearing through flesh was particularly jarring in the silent forest.

The disciple stared wide-eyed, looking down at his abdomen—the sword had sliced ​​open a half-foot-long gash, and bluish-purple intestines mixed with dark red blood gushed out with a "whoosh," piling up slickly on his boots.

He tried in vain to cover it with his hands, but warm internal organs kept oozing out from between his fingers.

"Big brother"

His lips trembled as he collapsed forward, his entrails leaving a trail of sticky blood on the ground.

Gu Sheng withdrew his longsword expressionlessly, the drops of blood from the tip striking the withered leaves and creating dark dots.

Five steps away, three other Sun Moon Sect disciples were pale-faced, their sword-wielding hands trembling slightly.

"Gu Sheng! How dare you kill my Sun Moon Sect!"

The leading blue-robed disciple shouted sharply, but before he could finish speaking, a silver light had already pierced three inches from his throat.

"Ding!"

At the critical moment, a disciple next to him thrust forward with his spear, the tip of the fine iron spear striking the Broken Wind Ancient Sword precisely, sparks flying everywhere.

Gu Sheng's figure swayed, creating ripples like a reflection in water. The spear that had pierced his chest emerged from his back without any obstruction—yet not a trace of blood was seen.

"Shadow?!"

The disciple with the gun screamed in terror, then suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He raised his hand blankly to touch his neck, his fingertips touching a thin, thread-like wound. The next moment, his head slowly slid off along that thin line, and blood gushed from the severed neck.

The real Gu Sheng was already standing behind him, the blood still dripping from the sword's edge.

The remaining two disciples stood back to back, their sword tips constantly shifting between the three "Gu Sheng" figures—one standing beside a rock on the left, one crouching on a treetop on the right, and another standing three zhang away in front of them.

Each Gu Sheng wielded his sword in a different starting stance, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake under the moonlight.

"Splitter Sword"

The blue-robed disciple's voice trembled.

"Isn't this the Xuantian Sect's signature technique? How could it be?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Sheng on the treetop suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, the phantom beside the rock swung its sword and slashed down.

The two men hastily raised their swords to parry, only to see the sword light pierce through their weapons, aiming straight for their throats. Just as they closed their eyes, awaiting death, the expected pain did not come—it was still a feint!

"Keep a close watch!"

The blue-robed disciple suddenly realized what was happening and turned to look at the location where the white-robed woman they had captured was. Sure enough, he saw Gu Sheng's true form had silently appeared behind the two guards.

"what!"

A scream pierced the night sky. The left guard had barely pulled his sword halfway out when the Broken Wind Ancient Sword pierced his throat, the tip protruding three inches from the back of his neck. The right guard fared even worse; Gu Sheng's left hand, cleaved into his chest like a claw, ripped out his still-beating heart.

The heart twitched twice in Gu Sheng's palm before he casually tossed it into a pile of fallen leaves with a muffled "thud".

"Bastard!"

The blue-clad disciple, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward with his companion.

Gu Sheng calmly pushed the woman in white to a safe corner, and as he turned around, golden flames suddenly burst into his body.

The flames seemed to have a life of their own, coiling around the Broken Wind Ancient Sword and making the ancient blade appear as if it were cast in gold.

"The Three Transformations of Nirvana - The First Transformation".

Gu Sheng whispered, his voice as cold as ice.

His sword-wielding movements appeared slow, but were actually so fast they left afterimages. Seven golden sword energies slashed out in a fan shape, enveloping the two oncoming figures.

The blue-robed disciple roared and unleashed dozens of punches in succession, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers. However, the golden sword energy tore through the net of punches with overwhelming force, its momentum undiminished as it struck him.

With three muffled thuds, he looked down and saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, abdomen, and thigh, the cut surfaces charred black, the blood vessels sealed by the intense heat.

"This is... the Seven Killings of the Gale"

He knelt on the ground, and before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly split into four pieces along the wound, his internal organs spilling out with a "whoosh." The last disciple turned and fled, but after running only seven or eight steps, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his waist and abdomen.

He staggered two more steps, his upper body slowly slid down, and his legs, still in a running posture, rushed for another ten feet before collapsing.

Gu Sheng sheathed his sword, and the golden flames gradually died down.

He knelt down beside the woman in white, placing two fingers on her slender wrist.
The child's face was pale, with dried bloodstains at the corners of his lips, and his breathing was weak but steady.

"The dosage of Seven Deadly Powder is not large."

Gu Sheng took out a jade bottle from his bosom and poured out two emerald green pills.

He pried open the woman's chin, inserted the pill, and then gently pressed a certain acupoint in her throat to ensure the pill slid smoothly into her stomach.

After finishing these tasks, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged on a blue stone three zhang away and began to regulate his breathing. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his body, making his angular face appear half-lit and half-shadowed, as if he were wearing a half-mask.

At the same time, at the Sun Moon Sect's main altar a hundred miles away, a series of cracking sounds suddenly rang out in the Soul Lamp Room.

The elder on duty was suddenly awakened from his slumber, only to see that thirteen of the soul lamps representing the dispatched disciples had gone out at the same time, with sparks from the exploding wicks still floating in mid-air.

"This this."

The elder's beard trembled as he staggered toward the door.

"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"

An hour later, the white-clad woman's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She first kept her eyes closed cautiously, judging her surroundings by smell and sound—there was no ambergris unique to the Sun Moon Sect, no sound of chains and shackles, only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the faint howl of wolves in the distance.

She cautiously opened one eye and the first thing she saw was a sky full of stars. The pain in her body confirmed that she was still alive and not imprisoned in the dungeon of the Sun and Moon Sect.

She carefully turned her head and saw Gu Sheng sitting cross-legged and meditating three zhang away. Memories flooded back like a tide—the sword shadows that were hard to distinguish from reality, the splattered blood and entrails, and the last dazzling golden flame.

The woman tried to sit up, but found she didn't even have the strength to lift her arm.

She looked inward at her dantian and found that her true qi was as depleted as a dried-up riverbed. Although the toxicity of the Seven Deadly Powder was suppressed, it still lingered in her meridians like a venomous snake.

What alarmed her even more was that a gentle medicinal power was slowly dissolving within her body, repairing her damaged meridians—this was at least a fifth-grade healing pill!

She stole a glance at Gu Sheng and found that this young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, had an eerily steady aura. The fallen leaves within three inches of him moved without any wind, forming a small vortex.

The woman was horrified. To be able to so easily kill thirteen elite members of the Sun Moon Sect and then casually take out high-grade pills to save people, this person's background was definitely not simple.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and the woman bit her lip to stifle a groan.

She stared at the brocade pouch at Gu Sheng's waist—there must still be pills there. A crazy idea popped into her mind.

They stole the elixir while he was in a meditative state, and then fled far away.

The woman struggled to prop herself up, her back soaked in cold sweat.

She stared at Gu Sheng's calm face, her right hand trembling as she reached for the brocade pouch. Just as her fingertips were about to touch the tassels of the pouch, she suddenly froze.

"How could I, Xiao Mengdie, do such an ungrateful thing?"

She withdrew her hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh. Enduring the excruciating pain, she stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Sheng.

She turned to leave, when she suddenly heard a detached voice behind her. (End of Chapter)