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

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The middle-aged man sneered disdainfully, raised his hand and unleashed a Blood Wolf Claw, five streaks of blood-red energy tearing through the air, aiming straight for Gu Sheng's throat.

Gu Sheng stood still, only slightly raising his right hand.

"buzz"

The illusory image of the Nine Dragons Universe Cauldron suddenly solidified, and a golden light flashed past.

The middle-aged man suddenly froze, his eyes widening as he looked down at his neck in disbelief.

"you"

He had barely uttered a single word when a stream of blood suddenly spurted from his neck.

"Pfft!"

A head rolled to the ground and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

The headless corpse swayed twice and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The whole place was dead silent.

Ye Yiyi covered her mouth, her pupils contracting sharply.

She didn't even see how Gu Sheng made his move, and a powerful expert at the third level of the Sect Realm died just like that.

Gu Sheng withdrew his hand, and the golden cauldron phantom slowly rotated behind him.

His gaze swept over the remaining people, his voice icy.

"Who else wants to try?"

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

The other two experts at the Grandmaster level changed their expressions drastically and turned to flee without hesitation.

The other martial artists were so terrified that they scattered like birds and beasts in the blink of an eye.

Only when the last trace of energy disappeared from his perception range did the golden cauldron phantom behind Gu Sheng gradually fade away.

"Gu Sheng, you..."

Ye Yiyi stepped forward quickly, her voice trembling.

"You've just"

Help me up.

Gu Sheng suddenly transmitted his voice, which sounded weak.

"Don't show it."

Ye Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood.

She pretended to affectionately link arms with Gu Sheng, but in reality, she was secretly supporting him with her mental energy.

"Let's find a safe place."

She spoke softly, a sweet smile on her face, as if they were just an ordinary couple.

Gu Sheng nodded almost imperceptibly, letting Ye Yi lead him forward slowly.

His expression remained calm, but Ye Yi could sense that his body was trembling slightly.

The two walked "intimately" for a distance until they turned into a secluded valley.

"How are you?"

As soon as they entered the valley, Ye Yiyi immediately let go of his hand and asked nervously.

Gu Sheng sat down against a boulder, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"It's alright, it's just that the energy expenditure was too high."

Ye Yi took out the water bag and handed it to him.

"Was that the power of the Nine Dragons Universe Cauldron just now?"

Gu Sheng took the water pouch and took a sip.

"Ah."

"But you're clearly only at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm, how can you..."

Ye Yiyi hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Gu Sheng looked up at her, his gaze deep.

"Everyone has secrets, don't they?"

Ye Yiyi was speechless.

Indeed, isn't she herself hiding her identity as a core disciple of the Zixia Divine Cult?

"But thank you anyway."

Gu Sheng suddenly said.

"You coordinated very well just now."

Ye Yiyi's face felt slightly hot.

"We are comrades, it's only right."

Gu Sheng's lips curled up slightly, and he was about to say something when his expression suddenly turned serious.

"They're back."

"what?"

Ye Yiyi looked at the valley entrance in astonishment.

Sure enough, two powerful auras were rapidly approaching.

"Hmph, a mere Earth Martial Realm cultivator was able to kill a third-level Sect Realm cultivator. This kid must have a shocking secret!"

The elder of the Crimson Blood Cult, dressed in a blood-red robe, had an uncertain expression, his eyes showing both greed and fear.

The Second Elder of the Nine Heavens Divine Sect beside him snorted coldly, his sleeves fluttering even without wind, clearly indicating that he was equally unsettled.

"That sword light was no ordinary martial art."

The Second Elder squinted his eyes.

"It's at least a high-grade Earth-rank martial skill, and might even be a Heaven-rank martial skill!"

The elder in the blood-red robe licked his chapped lips.

"If I could acquire this martial art..."

"Stop dreaming!"

The second elder interrupted him without any politeness.

"Didn't you see how easily that kid killed the Heavenly Fire Cult elder? Who knows how many more sword strikes he can unleash?"

The two looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

"Enough, this matter is beyond our control."

The elder in the blood-red robe finally sighed.

"Report this to the leader and let him make the decision."

The Second Elder nodded slightly.

"That's how it should be."

The two figures transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind only a chaotic scene of battle and the still-horrified gazes of the onlookers in the distance.

In the east of Xiaguang City, there is a quiet courtyard.

Ye Yi helped Gu Sheng into the inner room and carefully helped him sit on the bed.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with a complex expression, a mixture of shock, worry, and an indescribable curiosity.

"Are you really okay?"

She asked softly, her voice trembling.

Gu Sheng grinned, a smile that carried a hint of arrogance.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."

After saying that, his internal energy trembled slightly, and his upper body clothes instantly turned into fragments and fell down, revealing his strong upper body and the dense, spider web-like cracks in his wounds.

Fresh blood was slowly seeping from the cracks, staining the bed red.

"what!"

Ye Yi exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously took a half step back.

"This is considered a minor injury?"

Gu Sheng, however, didn't care at all. He looked down at his injuries, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"For a third-level Grandmaster to suffer such injuries during a desperate counterattack, it's already a sign that his strength is lacking."

Ye Yiyi looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? A normal person would have been..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt, for the scene before her eyes left her completely stunned. Gu Sheng's wounds were healing at a visible speed; the jagged cracks were as if stitched together by an invisible hand, quickly closing, scabbing over, and falling off, leaving only faint red marks in the end.

"How is this possible?"

Ye Yiyi widened her eyes.

"Even a Grandmaster-level expert doesn't possess such terrifying recovery ability!"

Gu Sheng casually took out a black outfit from his storage ring and put it on, covering up the scars that had almost disappeared.

He stretched his muscles, making a cracking sound, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

"Now, we can talk about the Zixia Cave you mentioned earlier."

Gu Sheng looked directly into Ye Yiyi's eyes, his gaze sharp and intense.

Ye Yiyi tried to calm the shock in her heart.

She walked to the window, gazing at the faint outline of Zixia Mountain in the distance, her voice low.

"The Purple Cloud Divine Pool is not a naturally occurring phenomenon."

"Oh?"

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

"Its real name should be 'Creation Immortal Pool'."

Ye Yi turned around, her eyes filled with a mysterious light.

"It was built by a powerful being in ancient times, a heaven-defying artifact specifically designed to reunite the physical body."

A glint of light flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"Reunite the physical body?"

"Yes."

Ye nodded.

"Legend has it that as long as the soul is not scattered, even if only a wisp of the soul remains, it can be reshaped into a physical body and reborn with the help of the power of the Creation Pool."

Gu Sheng touched his chin thoughtfully.

"No wonder." "No wonder what?"

"No wonder the symbiotic soul within the Southern Emperor's Holy Maiden is so fixated on the Purple Cloud Cave Heaven."

Gu Sheng's eyes held a look of understanding.

"She wanted to use the Creation Pool to break free from the shackles of her physical body and reassemble it."

Ye Yiyi's expression was solemn.

"Not only that. Do you know the origins of the Seventy-Two Gods Cult of Southern Xinjiang?"

Gu Sheng shook his head.

"The Seventy-Two Divine Sects are actually branches inherited from the Southern Emperor lineage."

Ye Yiyi lowered her voice.

"If the Southern Emperor's lineage is determined to do something, no major religious sect can stop them."

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly.

"you mean"

"I suspect that the remnant soul within Miao Muxue's body is very likely..."

Ye Yiyi's voice grew softer and softer.

"The Southern Emperor himself."

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and Gu Sheng and Ye Yiyi's gazes were like two sharp swords, pointing directly at Miao Muqing.

The sound of the wind outside the window stopped abruptly, and the entire space was enveloped by a strange energy, completely isolating it from the outside world.

"You're not the Southern Emperor?"

Ye Yiyi's voice trembled slightly, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing tea onto the hem of her skirt embroidered with wisteria flowers.

Miao Muqing smiled mysteriously, her slender fingers gently brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead, revealing a faint cinnabar mark.

"That's right, I am not the Southern Emperor herself, but her daughter Miao Muqing."

A glint flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes, and his right hand instinctively pressed against the Qingfeng sword at his waist.

He could sense that the energy fluctuations emanating from Miao Muqing far exceeded his expectations; this was a level that ordinary martial artists could not reach.

"The Daughter of the Southern Emperor"

Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes, his voice low and muffled like thunder.

"Where is the real Southern Emperor?"

Miao Muqing sighed softly, her eyes filled with sorrow.

"My mother perished in that rebellion a hundred years ago."

She raised her hand, and a wisp of pale blue flame condensed at her fingertips.

"But before that, she used a secret method to seal her soul into my body, her descendant from a different generation."

Ye Yiyi gasped.

"So you are... a dual-soul symbiosis?"

"clever."

Miao Muqing gave Ye Yiyi an approving look.

"My body carries two souls: my own and the remnant soul of my mother."

Gu Sheng suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"No wonder the Seventy-Two Palaces have never been able to truly control the Southern Frontier."

His sharp gaze was fixed on Miao Muqing.

"The imperial seal is on you, isn't it?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly.

Miao Muqing's smile gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

"Young Master Gu truly has discerning eyes."

She placed her right hand on her chest.

"The legitimate imperial seal of the Southern Frontier is sealed within the very essence of my soul."

Ye Yiyi suddenly stood up, the rosewood chair making a harsh scraping sound.

"Therefore, the Seventy-Two Palaces ostensibly worship the bloodline of the Southern Emperor, but in reality..."

"They are spying on me, looking for an opportunity to seize the imperial seal."

Miao Muqing picked up the conversation, her eyes filled with sarcasm.

"For three hundred years, they have been sniffing out every possible scent like hunting dogs."

Gu Sheng's fingers gently caressed the hilt of the sword as he rapidly processed the information in his mind.

"Why did none of the powerful members of the Southern Emperor lineage survive after that rebellion?"

A spark of hatred suddenly ignited in Miao Muqing's eyes.

"Because of those hypocrites in the Eastern Wilderness and Western Desert!"

Her voice suddenly rose, and the surrounding air trembled.

"They took advantage of the internal turmoil in the southern border region to join forces and march south. The seventy-two palaces fought desperately, and in the end, less than one in ten survived."

She calmed herself down.

“Since then, the Southern Frontier has transformed from a rich land into what you see now: a barren land with scarce spiritual energy and resources.”

Ye Yi looked reluctant, while Gu Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

So, what is the current situation of the Seventy-Two Palaces?

"Deserve it!"

Miao Muqing suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with a manic ecstasy.

"They betrayed Mother, and yet they met such a fate. What goes around comes around!"

The room fell into a brief silence.

Gu Sheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Miss Miao, you're telling us these top secrets, surely it's not just for the sake of clearing our names?"

Miao Muqing's expression changed subtly for a moment before returning to calm.

"Young Master Gu is indeed astute."

She walked slowly to the window, her back to the two of them.

"I do have a request."

Ye Yiyi tensed up warily.

"what do you want?"

"A physical body."

Miao Muqing turned around, and the moonlight cast dappled shadows on her face through the window lattice.

"I have coexisted with the host's soul for too long, and her body is nearing its limit."

A sharp glint flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes.

"So you've set your sights on Zixia Cave Heaven?"

"Do not."

Miao Muqing shook her head.

"The Purple Cloud Grotto is just a facade. The true target of the Seventy-Two Gods Sect has always been me."

Ye Yiyi looked at Gu Sheng in shock, but the latter seemed to have expected it.

"I should have thought of it earlier."

Gu Sheng sneered.

"Everything has been going too smoothly ever since that incident at the Five Poisons Sect branch."

Miao Muqing nodded slightly.

"Mu Xue has an innately sensitive intuition. The first time she saw you, she recognized you as the only variable in this deadly situation."

"So you've been following me the whole time?"

Gu Sheng's voice carried a dangerous undertone.

"Even within the territory of the Five Poisons Sect"

"We did indeed help them secretly."

Miao Muqing readily admitted it.

"Otherwise, do you really think you can escape unscathed from the Five Poisons Sect's encirclement and suppression by yourself?"

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He never expected that he would be targeted so early.

"When did the news begin to spread from Tianyou Sect?"

Gu Sheng's voice was deep and calm, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade talisman at his waist.

"So, your Southern Emperor lineage has a wider network of informants than I imagined."

Miao Muqing smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of mystery and confidence.

She gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, revealing eyes that seemed to see right through people.

"Tang Qingyun of Blazing Sun City arrived in Heavenly Nether City ahead of the warriors from the Eastern Wilderness. As for your situation..."

She paused, a sly glint in her eyes.

"It was your old friend Situ Qingfeng who told me."

"Situ Qingfeng?"

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly, and his finger suddenly stopped on the jade talisman.

The name was like a key, instantly unlocking a box deep in his memory.

Indeed, only the two of them knew about the jade talisman.

Miao Muqing noticed the subtle change in Gu Sheng's expression, and her smile deepened.

"It seems I was right. Brother Situ thinks you might be able to help me."

She took a step forward, her skirt swaying gently.

"And my sister Muxue is also convinced that you can help us get out of this dead end."

Gu Sheng remained silent for a moment, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized the seemingly weak yet unfathomable woman before him.

What sincerity has the Southern Emperor's lineage prepared?

He asked directly.

Miao Muqing didn't answer immediately, but instead asked a question in return. (End of Chapter)