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

The Central Plains Holy Land is a colossal entity that truly overlooks the entire continent, and its every move affects the winds and clouds.

Their sudden shift of focus to the relatively resource-poor Eastern Wilderness is anything but ordinary.

"As for the Holy Academy," Tantai Xueli's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Because the high-level officials are fully engaged in preparing for the Central Plains Holy Land, they will likely have no time to deal with Xiao Beixuan's betrayal and murder of his master in the short term."

Although the image crystal Xia Fuqu brought back has been handed over, the Holy Academy cannot provide further assistance in the pursuit of Xiao Beixuan for the time being. You will have to deal with this person yourself.

Gu Sheng's eyes darkened.

With his cultivation at the Human King Realm and the inheritance of the Styx River, Xiao Beixuan was already a major threat. Now that the Holy Academy is bogged down in the affairs of the Central Plains, Xiao Beixuan undoubtedly has more time to breathe and make plans.

This is definitely not good news.

“Furthermore,” Tantai Xueli’s illusory figure seemed to become even more solid, and her tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Regarding Venerable Zhao Wuming of the Styx River, my elder sister has used the family's resources to find the exact location where he was sealed away years ago. The head of the Holy Academy has also learned of this matter and will soon go with my elder sister to investigate."

If the seal can be found and reinforced, it might delay his escape and cut off Xiao Beixuan's greatest support.

The sealed place of the Styx Venerable! Gu Sheng's heart trembled.

This news carries even more weight than the cloud boat of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

If this source can be eliminated, Xiao Beixuan's harmfulness will be greatly reduced.

However, if even the head of the Holy Academy has to personally take action, then the sealed place must be extremely dangerous.

"You must keep all of the above in mind." Tantai Xueli's illusory figure began to blur, and her voice became ethereal.

"The Eastern Wilderness is about to descend into chaos, surrounded by powerful enemies. Gu Sheng, take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusory image shattered, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air, leaving only the cool jade pendant lying quietly in Gu Sheng's palm.

Gu Sheng held the jade pendant, his fingertips unconsciously stroking its smooth surface.

The unusual activity at the Central Plains Heavenly Profound Holy Land, the Holy Academy's inability to attend to other matters, and the investigation into the sealed land of Venerable Styx...

Each and every incident foreshadows a turbulent undercurrent about to erupt beneath the calm surface.

The Eastern Wilderness is indeed about to undergo a major change.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and focused his gaze once again on the jade pendant in his hand.

I hadn't noticed it when it was projected earlier, but now that I'm looking closely, I realize that the seemingly simple ice crystal jade tablet is actually densely etched with countless tiny lines that are hard to see with the naked eye.

These patterns are not decorations, but constitute hundreds of intricate and mysterious miniature arrays, nested and interconnected to form an incredibly precise whole.

"What a clever trick!"

Gu Sheng's eyes were filled with amazement.

With his current mastery of formations, he can only barely recognize a few basic spatial stabilization formations and mental energy transmission circuits; the more profound ones are like looking at flowers through a fog.

The fact that such a small jade tablet can integrate so many high-level formations and perfectly bear the power of the "Ten Thousand Mile Projection Crystal" for ultra-long-distance communication suggests that the person who crafted this item must have at least reached the level of an eighth-grade weapon crafting master!
The Tantai family's resources are indeed unfathomable.

Gu Sheng carefully put away the jade pendant, temporarily suppressing all the complicated information.

The most urgent task is the upcoming trip to southern Xinjiang.

The secret realm of the Golden-Winged Roc's remains is fraught with danger and unknown, and the Southern Frontier is even more famous for its poisonous miasma and venomous insects.

Xia Fuqu is still recovering from serious injuries; if she is to accompany us, we must be prepared.

He walked to the alchemy furnace, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of medicinal herbs flew out of his storage ring and floated in the air.

Several of the main ingredients emit a pungent and spicy aroma; these are spiritual plants specifically designed to counteract miasma and poisonous insects.

Gu Sheng sat down cross-legged, his palms radiating true essence. The crimson alchemy furnace hummed, the lid opened, and blazing flames rose up.

His fingers flew like butterflies flitting among flowers, precisely placing each medicinal herb into the furnace.

With his mental energy highly focused, he meticulously controlled the temperature of the furnace fire and the rhythm of the medicinal herbs' melting.

The room was filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs, sometimes spicy, sometimes cool, as the various medicinal properties slowly blended together under the tempering of the furnace fire.

Time slipped away quietly as the crafting process continued with focused concentration.

As the fire in the furnace gradually died down and the furnace lid was opened, three pills, each the size of a longan, entirely emerald green, and with strands of golden cinnabar patterns swirling around their surfaces, flew out and landed in the jade bottle that Gu Sheng had prepared beforehand.

The elixir emitted a cool aura, subtly dispelling impurities.

"Azure Phosphorescent Golden Pattern Pill".

Gu Sheng looked at the pills in the jade bottle and nodded slightly.

This pill is remarkably effective against the poisonous miasma and low-level Gu worms common in the southern border regions, enough to protect Xia Fuqu's basic safety in miasma-filled areas.

After putting away the pills, Gu Sheng regulated his breathing for a while until his internal energy returned to a stable state before getting up and pushing open the heavy stone door of the pill room.

Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the ground, I heard a slightly awkward conversation.

"Ahem, fellow Daoists, my name is Situ Qingfeng, and I am indeed a friend of young friend Gu! As you can see, it was your Third Pavilion Master who personally brought me in and even arranged a superior room for me. I simply wanted to go down and find him; I had no other intentions!"

Situ Qingfeng's voice carried a hint of helplessness as he was blocked at the top of the stairs by two guards dressed in the distinctive ice-patterned clothing of the Tantai family.

The two guards exuded a deep and imposing aura, both possessing cultivation levels at the mid-stage of the Heavenly Martial Realm. With expressionless faces, they simply extended one hand, and an invisible barrier of energy blocked Situ Qingfeng's path.

"The Pavilion Master has decreed that the alchemy room is a restricted area, and no one may enter without permission. Please return to your room and wait."

The guard on the left spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.

Just as Situ Qingfeng was about to say something more, he caught a glimpse of Gu Sheng walking up from below out of the corner of his eye. He immediately felt like he had seen a savior and called out to him.

"Young friend Gu! You've finally come out!"

Upon seeing Gu Sheng, the two guards from the Tantai family immediately stopped and bowed in respect.

"Third Pavilion Master!"

Gu Sheng nodded slightly. "It's alright, Senior Situ is my guest."

His gaze swept over Situ Qingfeng. Although the latter looked much better than when he came out of the secret realm, his aura was still somewhat weak, and his injuries were clearly far from healed.

Having received permission, Situ Qingfeng rushed to Gu Sheng's side, patted his chest, and looked as if he was still shaken.

"Young friend Gu, the rules of your Linlang Pavilion are quite strict. These two fellow Daoists are quite powerful." He then moved closer, lowered his voice, and with a mischievous smile, gently nudged Gu Sheng with his elbow.

"But speaking of which, young friend Gu, you really are... a hidden talent!"

"The two pearls of the Tantai family, tsk tsk, the Grand Master has entrusted you with such important responsibilities, even putting you in charge of the family's secret realm. And that second young lady seems to be... hehe, your methods are truly admirable! When will you teach me a few moves?"

His words carried a clear sense of teasing and unspoken understanding between men. Although his voice was low, the people present were all highly skilled and could hear him clearly.

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, just about to speak.

A sudden change occurred!

Before Situ Qingfeng could finish speaking, an overwhelming, chilling, and invisible force descended from the void without warning!
This force was not directed at Gu Sheng, but rather it enveloped Situ Qingfeng with absolute precision!

"Ugh!"

Situ Qingfeng's mischievous smile froze instantly, replaced by extreme horror and pain!
He felt as if an ancient iceberg had crashed down on him, the terrifying pressure not only acting on his physical body, but also directly crushing his soul!

Before he could even muster a thought of resistance, he was struck hard as if by an invisible giant hand.

With a loud "bang," it slammed heavily onto the hard floor!
His internal organs felt as if they had shifted, his blood and qi surged, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he then forced down.

He struggled to lift his head, but found that the cold force was like shackles, pressing him firmly to the ground, unable to move, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

A cold, authoritative voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of hell, echoed in the stairwell without any emotion, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"The daughter of the Tantai family is not to be trifled with. Considering this is your first offense, I will punish you lightly. If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, you will be executed without mercy!"

The sound was like a cold front passing through, causing the temperature in the entire space to drop several degrees.

The two guards from the Tantai family stood with their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

Situ Qingfeng lay on the ground, his face pressed against the cold floor, his heart churning with immense shock and lingering fear.

Just a moment ago, he truly felt the chilling presence of death!

The cultivator who made the move was far more powerful than he had imagined! A Human King? Or even higher?
He then realized how terrible a taboo his flippant jokes had touched!

The Tantai family's protection of those two young ladies was so extreme that it was absolutely forbidden to disrespect them in the slightest!

Gu Sheng looked at Situ Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, his eyes calm and unwavering.

He naturally knew that this was the work of the Tantai family's secret protective forces, and also a warning to Situ Qingfeng for his reckless speech.

He did not plead for leniency; there are certain rules that must be remembered.

The chilling warning receded like the tide, and the terrifying power pressing down on Situ Qingfeng also vanished.

Situ Qingfeng coughed violently a few times, struggled to get up from the ground, his face as pale as paper, and looked at Gu Sheng with lingering fear and deep apprehension, no longer daring to tease him in the slightest.

He bowed with difficulty towards the void, his voice hoarse.

"Senior...you are right! I...I misspoke and will never dare to do it again!"

Silence filled the air; there was no further response.

The guardian in the shadows seemed to have never appeared.

At 13:32 Beijing time on November 17, 2025 (UTC+11), in front of the Linlang Pavilion in the most bustling area of ​​Dahuang City, the once lively crowd seemed to be frozen by an invisible chill. A terrifying pressure suddenly descended, the air stagnated, and those with weaker cultivation even felt difficulty breathing.

Situ Qingfeng, a Venerable Realm expert who is considered one of the best among the younger generation, is currently being suppressed on the ground in an extremely disheveled state.

He lay face down, his body pressed against the cold, smooth floor tiles, his usually arrogant face now filled with horror and disbelief.

He struggled desperately, veins bulging on his neck, but he couldn't even lift his head. It was as if an invisible giant foot was stepping on his spine, crushing all his dignity and strength into dust.

The surrounding crowd fell silent, their gazes filled with awe and fear. The newcomer's strength was unfathomable, for he could suppress a Venerable so easily.

Just then, a figure approached from afar.

His speed didn't seem fast, but in just a moment, his figure had already passed through the crowd and arrived in front of Situ Qingfeng and Gu Sheng, who was standing to the side.

The newcomer looked rather slovenly, with his hair disheveled and tangled like a tangled mess of weeds, as if he hadn't taken care of it for years. His clothes were also old and worn out, and even his shoes had a hole in them, revealing a bit of his toes.

However, this seemingly destitute beggar exudes a terrifying aura that sends chills down one's spine.

That aura was formless and intangible, yet it truly existed, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. It also made those cultivators with keen senses, especially Venerable Realm experts like Situ Qingfeng, feel an uncontrollable chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, stepped forward, and stood between Situ Qingfeng and the disheveled figure.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

“Brother Wuyou, it’s been a long time. Why are you so angry? This Brother Situ is my friend. For my sake, let’s just let this matter drop, shall we?”

This disheveled man was none other than Xia Wuyou.

Upon hearing Gu Sheng's words, a subtle glint flashed in Xia Wuyou's seemingly cloudy eyes. He forced a respectful smile onto his face, bowed slightly to Gu Sheng, and his tone became polite.

"Since he is Brother Gu's friend, then it must be a misunderstanding. I was rash."

The moment he finished speaking, the invisible pressure that had enveloped Situ Qingfeng receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace.

Situ Qingfeng felt a lightness on his body, and the force that had almost crushed him vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath and staggered to his feet. He circulated his spiritual energy several times before he could barely suppress the churning blood and qi.

The way he looked at Gu Sheng had completely changed. Before, he might have had some intention of treating him as an equal, but now he was filled with deep fear and unspeakable suspicion.

Just who is Gu Sheng? Even Xia Wuyou, a terrifying being who could render him powerless with just his aura, is so polite to him, even...respectful?
Situ Qingfeng was no fool. He silently stepped back half a step behind Gu Sheng, adopting an extremely humble posture, and said no more.

Xia Wuyou patted off non-existent dust from his tattered clothes, grinned at Gu Sheng, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that contrasted sharply with his disheveled appearance.

“Brother Gu, it was Pavilion Master Bingtang who sent me back. She sensed that there might be some changes in Great Wilderness City recently, with undercurrents of tension, and she was worried about me, so she specifically ordered me to come back and stay for a while to prevent any unforeseen events. Oh, by the way, before I left, the Second Miss specifically instructed that during my stay in Great Wilderness City, all actions are at your disposal, Brother Gu.”

When he mentioned "Second Miss," his tone was clearly filled with reverence.

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng remained calm, as if he had already expected it.

He waved his hand lightly, his tone casual.

"Thank you for your concern, Pavilion Master Bingtang and Second Miss."

There's nothing I can help with right now, Brother Wuyou, please do as you see fit. If I need anything, I'll contact you.

Xia Wuyou nodded, not insisting, and simply said... (End of Chapter)