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

"How can it be……"

This was the last vague thought he had before his consciousness completely vanished.

This spiritual imprint clone couldn't even leave behind a complete last word before it shattered completely like a bubble and vanished into nothingness under that sword strike.

In the alley, Gu Sheng's figure had already quietly appeared.

In his hand he held a longsword with an ancient design, exuding a faint imperial aura—the Southern Emperor Sword. The blade was spotless, without a trace of dirt, as if the swift, ghostly strike that had just severed the spiritual imprint had not come from it.

With a blank expression, Gu Sheng flicked his wrist, and the Southern Emperor Sword vanished silently from his hand.

He didn't even glance at the spot where the spiritual imprint had faded, as if he had simply crushed a noisy fly.

He moved again, as if teleporting, and returned to the front yard of the Gu family mansion, where blood was everywhere.

Gu Jianghe, the survivor, remained slumped in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with sorrow. Dozens of Linlang Guards stood silently guarding him like statues, the air thick with a suffocating mix of grief and murderous intent.

Gu Sheng's gaze swept over the corpses of his clansmen scattered on the ground, a deep pain flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even more resolute coldness.

He spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Linlang Guard.

"Make proper arrangements for the families of all the victims and give them a proper burial. All expenses will be covered by my share of the Linlang Pavilion's accounts; there is no need to be frugal."

"Yes! I will obey the Third Pavilion Master's orders!"

The leader of the Linlang Guard clasped his hands and bowed, responding in a strong and resonant voice without the slightest hesitation.

Their address of "Third Pavilion Master" already indicated Gu Sheng's extremely high status and position within the Linlang Pavilion.

After the order was given, Gu Sheng remained silent.

He stood silently amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, like a silent statue. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of his tall figure, creating a tragic and magnificent scene with the crimson ground beneath his feet.

The guards silently carried out their orders, carefully collecting the corpses, and no one dared to approach and disturb them.

Situ Qingfeng had already arrived. He stood not far away, looking at Gu Sheng's silent yet seemingly stormy back, his expression incredibly complex. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something to comfort or advise him, but in the end, all his words turned into a silent sigh.

He knew that any words would be useless at this moment.

He could only stand silently by his side, accompanying his friend and sharing this heavy burden.

As darkness fell, the setting sun, like blood, stained the sky and the earth with a tragic red, as if even the heavens were mourning the tragedy of the Gu family.

As the last ray of sunlight was about to disappear below the horizon, Gu Sheng, who had been standing silently, suddenly opened his eyes again!
Those eyes no longer held the raging fury and intense killing intent of before; instead, they held an extreme coldness and calmness, like unyielding ice, unfathomable yet seemingly containing a resolute determination capable of destroying everything.

He took one last, deep look at the home he had lived in for so many years, now a scene of carnage, before resolutely turning around and striding out of the broken gate of the Gu family home.

At the doorway, he paused slightly, but did not turn around. He spoke in a calm yet resolute voice, as if making a vow.

"This hatred is irreconcilable! I, Gu Sheng, will personally avenge this blood debt from Xiao Beixuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

A wisp of refined, terrifyingly hot alchemical fire, like a living spirit, gently shot into the Gu family compound.

boom--!
The fire touched the ground and instantly exploded, turning into raging flames that spread like wildfire at an astonishing speed! The flames frantically licked at the pavilions, pillars, doors, and windows, devouring the blood and corpses scattered on the ground.

The towering fire illuminated the gradually darkening city of Wuyun, and also reflected the red glow on Gu Sheng's cold and resolute profile.

He didn't look at his burning homeland again, but silently prayed in his heart.

"In half a month, I will bring the head of the mastermind to pay tribute to all of you who have perished!"

Then, with a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of azure light and vanished without looking back. Situ Qingfeng and the leader of the Linlang Guard exchanged a glance and immediately followed closely behind.

……

Three hours later.

In the Great Wilderness City, the underground city, at the main branch of the Linglang Pavilion, in a quiet room with elegant furnishings but a solemn atmosphere.

Situ Qingfeng was restless, unconsciously rubbing the expensive teacup in his hand repeatedly; the spiritual tea inside had long since gone cold.

His gaze remained fixed on Gu Sheng, who sat opposite him, his eyes closed and silent ever since he returned, as if he were a meditating monk.

The sky outside had gradually changed from the pitch black of the night to the gray of the pre-dawn hours, and then began to show a faint glimmer of morning light.

For several hours, Gu Sheng remained as still as a rock, not uttering a single word. His aura was restrained to the extreme, and suppressed to the extreme.

Situ Qingfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up again, paced around the room a few steps, and then stopped in front of Gu Sheng, his tone filled with worry and urgency.

"Brother Gu! Say something! I know you are filled with grief and indignation, but this matter needs to be considered carefully! Xiao Beixuan has clearly set up this life-or-death arena to lure you into a trap, and he must have made thorough preparations! You must not act rashly!"
Whatever your plans, I, Situ Qingfeng, am willing to go through thick and thin with you, through fire and water, without batting an eye!

Gu Sheng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes remained a chilling calm and coldness.

He did not respond to Situ Qingfeng's concerns and statements, but instead suddenly stood up and said in a calm but unquestionable tone.

"Let's go, to southern Xinjiang."

"Southern Border?"

Situ Qingfeng was stunned, his face filled with surprise and confusion.

"Brother Gu, are we going to the Southern Frontier now? What about the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff..."

"It's all for the appointment at Broken Soul Cliff in half a month."

Gu Sheng interrupted him, turning his gaze to the gradually brightening sky outside the window, his tone completely calm.

"I'm going to the southern border to retrieve something—the remains of the Golden-Winged Roc."

He paused and continued.

"This journey is extremely dangerous."

Furthermore, I will have Linlang Pavilion proactively leak my whereabouts through special channels.

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Situ Qingfeng was even more shocked, almost thinking he had misheard. "Take the initiative to reveal your whereabouts? Brother Gu, why would you do that? Wouldn't that be walking into a trap, telling Xiao Beixuan where you are, so he can send people to intercept and kill you?"

"That's right, we need to lure him here to ambush him."

Gu Sheng turned his head and looked at Situ Qingfeng, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Since he wants to play, I'll play along to the end."

At the most unlikely and unexpected time and place, clip some of his wings and collect some interest. At the same time, take this opportunity to see what methods he actually employs.

Looking into Gu Sheng's calm yet unwavering gaze, Situ Qingfeng instantly understood his intention.

This is a move to turn the tables and stir up a bloodbath before going to that certain death pact! He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, pounded his chest, and said with heroic spirit.

"Fine! Since Brother Gu is so determined, I, Situ Qingfeng, will accompany you to the end! So what if it's a matter of risking my life? I've long been prepared to fight for you!"

Gu Sheng gave Situ Qingfeng a deep look, but didn't say anything more about thanking him; he simply nodded.

"Go and get ready. We'll set off in half an hour."

After saying that, he didn't linger and walked straight out of the quiet room, heading towards the fifth floor of the Linlang Pavilion headquarters—where the intelligence hall was located.

Inside the intelligence center, the lights were on full display. Even in the early hours of the morning, staff members were still on duty, intently processing the information coming in from all sides.

Upon seeing Gu Sheng arrive, the two guards immediately put down their work, bowed respectfully, and showed their demeanor.

"Greetings, Third Pavilion Master!"

Gu Sheng nodded slightly and got straight to the point.

“I’m going to the southern border. You should use your own channels to ‘accidentally’ leak my itinerary, making sure that everyone who needs to know does.”

Upon hearing this, the two staff members on duty were taken aback for a moment. Then, one of them seemed to understand something, and a worried look appeared on his face as he tried to persuade him.

"Third Pavilion Master, are you going to the Southern Frontier? Do you need us to arrange for someone to secretly protect you? Or..."

"No need."

Gu Sheng waved his hand, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"Just do as I say."

Simply spread the message; no additional arrangements are needed.

The two guards exchanged a glance, both seeing understanding and deep respect in each other's eyes.

They understood Gu Sheng's intention: to use themselves as bait and willingly enter the game! The two said no more, clasped their fists together, and responded in deep voices.

"Understood! Please rest assured, Third Pavilion Master, the news will be quickly disseminated through specific channels after the Martial Arts Market opens today! You... be careful!"

Gu Sheng nodded, said no more, and turned to leave.

……

Shortly after Gu Sheng left Linlang Pavilion, information about his upcoming trip to the Southern Frontier to search for the remains of the Golden-Winged Roc began to circulate at an alarming speed within the vast and intricate black market network of Great Wilderness City.

Its rapid spread and wide coverage clearly indicate that an invisible hand is precisely driving it from behind the scenes.

However, this intelligence did not cause a significant stir among the black market warriors.

For the vast majority of martial artists struggling to survive or pursuing profits in the black market, the name Gu Sheng, and his grudge with a mysterious and powerful figure named "Xiao Beixuan," are too distant. It's like a collision between two behemoths—astonishing, yet largely irrelevant to their livelihood and interests.

Some people scoffed at the news or even questioned it.

"Gu Sheng? The third master of Linlang Pavilion? Really? What would such an important figure do in that wild and uncivilized land of Southern Xinjiang? Could it be a fake news?"

Most people were indifferent, treating it merely as casual conversation, listening and forgetting, before turning their attention to tasks or treasures that could bring immediate benefits. Only a very few with keen senses or connections to certain forces would silently memorize this information and pass it on through various channels.

The entire black market remained immersed in its usual hectic rhythm of pursuing profits, and did not experience much of a stir due to this seemingly significant news.

However, undercurrents have already begun to stir, and an invisible net seems to be quietly being cast towards the southern border.

In an inconspicuous corner, a martial artist dressed in clothing bearing the insignia of the Wuya Sect was casually browsing through some low-quality monster materials at a stall when his ears twitched slightly. He accurately caught the whispers of several people nearby about keywords such as "Gu Sheng, the third master of the Linlang Pavilion," "Southern Frontier," and "the remains of the Golden-Winged Roc."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, a glint of light flashing in it, before returning to normal. He put down what he was holding like an ordinary customer and slowly walked toward the shadowy depths of the black market.

After confirming that no one was paying attention, the Wuyai Sect martial artist quickly took out a palm-sized black jade talisman engraved with complex runes from his pocket—a precious long-distance communication magic item.

He forced a wisp of true energy from his fingertip and injected it into the jade talisman. The surface of the jade talisman flashed with light, and he immediately lowered his voice and reported at an extremely fast pace.

"The target, Gu Sheng, has left Great Wilderness City. According to reliable intelligence, his destination is Southern Xinjiang, where he is suspected to be searching for the remains of the Golden-Winged Roc. He is accompanied by only one young man, whose identity is currently unknown."

After a moment of silence, the black jade talisman vibrated slightly, emitting a processed, deep, and authoritative command.

"The message has been received. Immediately notify the 'spies' in the city to activate 'Operation Falcon' and intercept and kill them on the only route through the Southern Frontier! Bring back their heads to report!"

"As ordered!"

The Wuya Sect warriors accepted the order without hesitation, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in their eyes.

He quickly put away the communication jade talisman, his figure blending into the darkness like a ghost, and disappeared completely in a few flashes.

……

Meanwhile, deep within a vast and luxuriously decorated mansion in the Great Wilderness City of Tiancheng.

Inside the exquisite pavilion, Xiao Beixuan was lounging lazily on a recliner covered with soft ferret fur.

Two beautiful and graceful maids knelt beside him. One carefully peeled the spiritually rich ice crystal grapes for him, while the other gently massaged his legs with her delicate hands.

He closed his eyes slightly, looking content, as if all the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

However, not far from the pavilion, a sturdy stone pillar presents a cruel scene that is completely out of place with this pleasant atmosphere.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and covered in blood was pinned to a stone pillar with his collarbones pierced by thick, black iron chains engraved with sealing runes.

The iron chains were deeply embedded in his flesh and bone, the area around the wound was blackened, and wisps of black energy constantly seeped into his body, causing his brows to furrow tightly in immense pain even in his unconscious state. This man was none other than Gu Lie, the kidnapped head of the Gu family!
A subordinate with a cold aura and sharp eyes stood bowing outside the pavilion, reporting to Xiao Beixuan in a low voice. (End of Chapter)