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

Gu Sheng drank dozens of kilograms of spiritual spring water in one gulp.

The cool liquid entered my throat and immediately transformed into a surging torrent of spiritual energy that flowed into my meridians.

Gu Sheng groaned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The energy of the spiritual spring water was even more violent than he had imagined. If his physique had not reached the ninth level, his meridians would probably have been directly ruptured.

"Nine Dragons Universe Technique!"

Gu Sheng gave a low shout and circulated his spiritual energy within his body using his cultivation technique.

The spiritual energy was gradually transformed into pure true energy, which flowed into the dantian.

He could feel that his cultivation was steadily improving, and he was getting closer and closer to that threshold.

As dusk fell, the setting sun, like blood, cast an eerie red hue over the desolate valley.

Gu Sheng was so engrossed in his cultivation that he was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Meanwhile, outside the valley, a group of warriors cautiously advanced, carrying torches.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face. He held a large, ghost-headed knife and scanned his surroundings with a fierce look.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

The scarred man roared.

"As long as we find clues about Gu Sheng, the Divine Cult will reward us handsomely! I heard that the kid has treasures he brought from the Purple Cloud Cave Heaven, any one of which is enough for us to live on for a lifetime!"

Inspired by his words, the dozen or so martial artists in the group had their eyes burning with fervor.

A thin man muttered to himself.

"Scarface, if it's so important, why doesn't the cult send people to find it themselves?"

The scarred man's face darkened, and he turned to glare at the person who had spoken.

"Skinny monkey, are you scared? If you're scared, then get back to the city and don't stop me from making money!"

The skinny monkey shrank his neck, but still insisted.

"It's not that I'm afraid. It's just that the people being hunted by the Divine Cult are definitely beyond our capabilities. I heard that Gu Sheng killed more than a dozen elders of the Seventy-Two Divine Cults deep in the Southern Frontier."

"fart!"

The scarred man interrupted sharply.

"Those are all rumors! How could some kid have such abilities? Besides, we're just looking for clues, not trying to fight him!"

The others in the group echoed this sentiment.

"That's right, skinny monkey, if you're scared, go back!"

"Don't undermine morale!"

The skinny monkey sighed and said in a low voice.

"I'm here to gain experience, not to die."

The scarred man snorted coldly and scanned the crowd.

"Anyone else leaving? Get out of here now, and don't cause me any more trouble after you go into the mountains!"

"Pah! A bunch of spineless cowards!"

The young martial artist spat on the ground, his eyes filled with contempt.

He had a short knife with a bluish gleam hanging at his waist, the red silk wrapped around its hilt fluttering in the wind.

The thin man took one last look at the group of more than sixty people, silently shouldered his bundle, and turned to leave.

The scarred man's hoarse shouts came from behind.

"Get out of here quickly! Don't be jealous when I get the reward from the cult!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the ranks, mixed with the clanging of weapons clashing.

The thin man kept walking, but his heart was ice-cold.

He recalled the scene he had witnessed three days earlier outside the Southern Imperial City: purple-robed cultivators from the Seventy-Two Gods Sect swarmed through the area like locusts, turning the land a dark red wherever they went.

"Old Zhou, are you really leaving?"

A middle-aged martial artist with a pockmarked face caught up and said in a low voice.

"That's a million high-grade spirit stones!"

The thin man shook his head and pointed to an unhealed wound on his left arm.

"Wang Mazi, look at this. Seven days ago in Blackwater Town, I saw with my own eyes that an outer disciple of the Divine Sect casually killed three Qi Sea Realm martial artists. Do you think we're even worth a bite of their teeth?"

The pockmarked man trembled upon hearing this and unconsciously touched his neck.

Suddenly, a furious roar came from the distance from the scarred man.

"What are you dawdling for! It'll be dark soon if we don't leave now!"

The thin man glanced one last time at his companions, whose eyes were blinded by greed, and then walked down the path without looking back.

The setting sun cast his shadow long, like some kind of ominous premonition.

"right here!"

The tracking martial artist crouched on the ground, his fingers tracing a patch of moss that shimmered with a strange light.

His nostrils flared, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"No mistake! That person stayed here; their energy is still very fresh, no more than two hours ago!"

The scarred man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The nine-ringed broadsword at his waist jingled, and the veins on his thick arms bulged.

"Brothers, your chance to make a fortune has arrived! The cult says that capturing a living enemy will yield a million spirit stones, and even a corpse can be exchanged for five hundred thousand!"

The crowd immediately stirred.

The young martial artist squeezed to the front, his short sword already drawn.

"Scarface, what are we waiting for? Let's charge in!"

"No hurries!"

The scarred man slapped the young martial artist on the back of the head.

"You're still a kid, what do you know about what's in the cave? What if it's a trap set by Gu Sheng?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a yellowed talisman from his pocket, bit his finger, and drew a blood talisman on it.

The talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, transforming into a sparrow made of flames that flew into the cave.

A moment later, the scarred man's expression suddenly turned strange.

"Strange. There's no one in the cave, but..."

"But what?"

Everyone craned their necks.

"There is a strong smell of blood."

The scarred man's smile vanished, replaced by wariness in his eyes.

"Third brother, take five men and go in to take a look first."

The martial artist whose name was called turned pale, but under everyone's gaze, he still gritted his teeth and called out five of his companions.

Holding torches and with their weapons drawn, they cautiously crept into the cave.

The firelight was gradually swallowed by darkness, and those outside could only hear their own increasingly heavy heartbeats.

"what!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, startling a flock of birds in the forest.

The scarred man trembled, and his nine-ringed broadsword instantly moved horizontally in front of his chest.

"what happened?!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from inside the cave. Of the six people who went in, only three managed to escape by scrambling out.

The third brother, who was in charge, had half of his body covered in blood, and his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't speak.

There is something.

Another martial artist slumped to the ground, his crotch already soaked.

"Old Zhang and the others just... just disappeared."

The young martial artist grabbed him by the collar.

"Bullshit! What could possibly devour three Qi Sea Realm martial artists silently?"

The third brother finally caught his breath, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"It's not food, it's excrement. Those vines can move."

Before he could finish speaking, a martial artist standing at the edge of the crowd suddenly froze.

He looked down at his chest, where a dark green vine tip had appeared out of nowhere.

"save"

He had just opened his mouth when it felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly pulled him into the ground.

Amidst the churning of the soil, countless vines could be vaguely seen writhing like giant pythons.

"alert!"

The scarred man roared, and his nine-ringed broadsword emitted a blinding red light.

But a second victim had already appeared. A female warrior's ankle was entangled in vines, and in the blink of an eye, she was dragged into the nearby bushes. The screams stopped abruptly, replaced by chilling sucking sounds.

"Stand back to back in a circle!"

The scarred man's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Lighting talisman! Use a lighting talisman quickly!"

More than a dozen talismans lit up at the same time, their dazzling white light illuminating an area of ​​a hundred meters as if it were daytime.

Only then did everyone realize that the ground beneath their feet had turned dark green—not moss, but densely intertwined vines!

"Blood Demon Vine!"

A seasoned martial artist, experienced in many things, screamed in disbelief.

"This is the Thousand-Year Blood Demon Vine! Run!"

But it was too late.

Thousands of vines rose up like venomous snakes, each tip splitting open with suckers covered in sharp teeth.

Before the three closest warriors could even raise their weapons, they were entangled in vines and turned into cocoons.

Through the translucent vines, you can clearly see their bodies shriveling up at a visible rate.

"Form ranks! Fire attack!"

The scarred man shouted at the top of his lungs, and his nine-ringed broadsword unleashed a scorching blade of energy.

The three vines snapped instantly, spurting out a foul-smelling, purplish-black liquid from the broken ends.

But even more vines sprouted from the ground, seemingly endless.

The young martial artist was terrified, wildly swinging his short sword.

"No, don't come here!"

A vine seized the opportunity to wrap around his wrist, its sharp fangs piercing his veins.

He watched helplessly as his arm turned into skin and bones in just a few breaths.

"Help me! Scarface, help me!"

The young martial artist knelt on the ground, his greed replaced by fear.

Just as the scarred man was about to step forward, his legs suddenly gave way. Before he knew it, vines had wrapped around his legs.

"Go away!"

The scarred man roared, and his body erupted with a blinding red light.

The nine-ringed broadsword spun wildly, severing all the surrounding vines.

But just as he was catching his breath, a main vine as thick as an adult's waist burst out of the ground, its tip splitting open with suckers large enough to swallow a cow.

"Run! There's something strange about these vines!"

As the scarred man roared, everyone realized that the power of these vines far exceeded their expectations.

However, it was too late. The Heavenly Demon Vine had been fully activated, and thousands of jet-black vines, like giant pythons awakening, came from all directions to strangle them.

"what"

Just as a martial artist at the third level of the Heavenly Martial Realm activated his protective qi, he was simultaneously entangled by three vines.

The protective aura that was strong enough to withstand swords and blades shattered instantly before the vines, like paper.

The tips of the vines pierced his body, sucking him dry in the blink of an eye.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

The scarred man's face was deathly pale. He swung his long knife wildly, but could only leave shallow marks on the vines.

Although the Heavenly Demon Vine had a weak intelligence, it instinctively knew that these intruders were all highly nourishing.

Especially after absorbing the aura left behind by Gu Sheng, its ferocity became even greater than before.

The sound of vines tearing through the air was like the death knell, playing a deathly symphony in the night.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Someone shouted.

Seven or eight martial artists stood back to back in a circle, each unleashing their strongest defense.

However, there were simply too many vines; as soon as one was cut, ten more would immediately take its place.

Within three or four breaths, screams rang out one after another, then quickly subsided into silence.

The scarred man looked at himself surrounded by dozens of vines in despair, finally understanding why Gu Sheng could leave without worry.

The terror of these vines far exceeded his understanding; even a powerful expert at the Grandmaster level would likely find it difficult to escape unscathed.

"Gu Sheng, you..."

Before his consciousness faded, the scarred man saw his arm rapidly wither and die, its flesh and blood being greedily devoured by the vines.

Moments later, only desiccated corpses remained on the ground, their bones so fragile they were almost brittle.

After the Heavenly Demon Vine had finished killing all the martial artists, the vine slowly retreated back into the ground, as if nothing had happened.

The night wind blew by, carrying a few withered leaves that concealed the silent massacre.

Meanwhile, in a cave ten miles away.

Gu Sheng sat cross-legged, his inner energy surging like a river.

When the Nine Dragons Universe Technique is activated to its fullest extent, the true energy in the shape of nine dragons flows through the meridians. With each complete cycle, the true energy becomes more solidified.

"It's now!"

Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his internal energy erupted.

A visible column of air shot into the sky, piercing through the top of the cave and soaring into the night sky.

"Rumble"

The clouds in the sky were dispersed by this powerful force, revealing a dazzling Milky Way.

The spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles converged wildly, forming a funnel-shaped vortex that continuously poured into Gu Sheng's body.

"The Tianwu Realm is broken!"

Gu Sheng let out a long roar, and his body slowly rose into the air.

He felt the surging power within him, every muscle and every bone undergoing a transformation.

The true qi liquefied, forming a small lake of true essence in the dantian.

However, Gu Sheng frowned slightly.

"Strange, this spiritual spring water should have been enough for me to break through to the third level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, so why did it only reach the first level and then stagnate?"

He looked inward and quickly discovered the reason.

The Nine Dragons Universe Technique's ability to refine true qi far surpasses that of ordinary cultivation methods. The same amount of spiritual energy, after being transformed by the technique, is of higher quality but less in quantity.

"but."

Gu Sheng clenched his fist and revealed a satisfied smile.

"Although my cultivation level is only the first level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, my true qi is comparable to that of a martial artist at the fifth or sixth level, and its quality far surpasses that of others at the same level."

He threw a light punch, the air exploded, and a deep fist mark appeared on the cave wall.

"Without relying on my source power, I can now fight against ordinary sect realm cultivators."

Gu Sheng concealed his aura, and the strange phenomena in the world gradually dissipated.

He quickly packed his belongings and put the Heavenly Demon Vine back into his storage ring.

Just as he was about to leave, his expression suddenly froze.

"Oh no, the breakthrough was too big a commotion; someone must have noticed."

Without hesitation, Gu Sheng dashed out of the cave.

In the night sky, he could sense several divine senses sweeping towards him.

One of them was exceptionally powerful, at least at the late stage of the Grandmaster realm.

"We must leave as soon as possible."

Gu Sheng's internal energy circulated along a specific route.

His figure suddenly became blurry, and the next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away.

"Ghost Escape!"

This is a stealth technique that Gu Sheng learned from a top expert in his previous life, making him unparalleled in speed among those of the same realm.

Although he can only use a superficial level of his current cultivation, it is enough to shake off most of his pursuers.

Shortly after Gu Sheng left, three streaks of light descended from the sky and landed in front of the cave.

"right here."

The elderly man at the head of the group had white hair and a gleaming light in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed at the air, catching a lingering trace of life.

"Such pure internal energy; this person's cultivation technique is definitely not simple."

Another middle-aged man inspected the inside of the cave and said in a deep voice.

"It just broke through recently, so it shouldn't be too far off yet."

The last one was a young woman who held a crystal compass in her hands. After the needle swung violently, it pointed eastward. (End of Chapter)