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

The Holy Lord of Tianyuan Holy Land, Yuan Batian, who was standing next to him, laughed loudly, his voice echoing for miles around, full of contempt.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! Old Man Wanxiang, it's been decades, and your shamelessness has certainly grown! Sending your hundred-year-old Holy Son to challenge a mere Sect Realm kid whose bone age is probably less than twenty, and you call it a fair fight? Bah! Did you get your Holy Lord position by being shameless?"

Just then, a gentle, clear voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, rang out from the top floor of the Wanbao Hall, spreading far and wide.

"Myriad Saints, I am Tantai Bingyu, and I pay my respects."

"Are you referring to the Holy Son of your Holy Land who, thirty years ago, had three ribs broken by a junior during the 'Hundred Saints City' Youth Generation Competition, and was eventually carried back by his master in tears?"

“Speaking of which, I am curious whether the hidden ailment left by his mother from back then has improved now? If needed, it seems that my Tantai family storeroom still has a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs that are suitable for the condition. Perhaps we can give them to your holy land as a token of our appreciation.”

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet every word was like a knife, precisely exposing the wounds of the Holy Land of Myriad Phenomena. In particular, the last sentence about the Holy Son's mother was particularly pointed and thought-provoking.

"Tantai Bingyu! How dare you!!!"

Within the golden command arrow, the voice of the Holy Lord of Myriad Manifestations erupted in fury, like a thunderclap, clearly having been struck where it hurt! The golden command arrow itself trembled violently due to its master's rage, its golden light surging, as if it might unleash a devastating attack at any moment!
But he ultimately suppressed his overwhelming rage. Circumstances were beyond his control; Tantai Mingjing and Yuan Batian were watching him closely, and if he dared to make a move, he would inevitably be the one to suffer.

He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi, his voice as cold as ice, filled with suppressed anger, as he locked onto Gu Sheng's direction.

"This challenge is directed solely at Gu Sheng, a warrior from the Eastern Wilderness! Tantai Mingjing and Yuan Batian, if you interfere further, you will be openly violating the rule that holy lands should not interfere in private feuds! Do you really intend to completely break ties with my Myriad Manifestations Holy Land over a mere boy from the Eastern Wilderness?!"

Just as Tantai Mingjing and the burly man fell into a brief silence due to the accusation of the Holy Lord of Myriad Manifestations, weighing the weight of the unspoken rule that "holy lands should not interfere with each other's private grudges," the Holy Lord of Myriad Manifestations' oppressive voice rang out again from the golden command arrow, striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, its target Gu Sheng.

"Gu Sheng! I'll ask you one last time: in tomorrow's battle, do you dare to accept the challenge?!"

In an instant, all eyes, whether hidden in the shadows or in the open, focused on the direction of that quiet room in the Wanbao Hall.

The windows of the quiet room were wide open, but Gu Sheng's figure did not appear. However, his calm and clear voice came out steadily, echoing in the slightly quiet air.

"I can accept the challenge."

His tone suddenly shifted, revealing an undisguised skepticism and sarcasm.

"However, before we engage in battle, I would like to ask the Holy Lord of Myriad Manifestations to urge your Holy Land to fulfill the bet that Elder Lu of your Holy Land personally agreed to when I made the bet with Lu Chensong last time."

Without waiting for the Lord of All Things to respond, he announced his bet.

"Twenty million top-grade spirit stones, six catties of earth-emulsion tea, plus two Venerable Realm martial arts techniques imbued with Daoist principles. Once the items are delivered, I, Gu, will believe that your holy land still upholds some rules, and I will naturally step onto the arena when the time comes."

Otherwise, who knows if this so-called 'fair battle' might be a trap meticulously laid by someone, waiting for me to step into it before ambushing me?

"Twenty million top-grade spirit stones?! Six catties of Earth Essence Tea?! Two martial arts techniques with Daoist essence at the Venerable Realm?!"

Within the golden command arrow, the voice of the Holy Lord of All Things instantly rose, filled with unbelievable fury.

"Gu Sheng! You're asking for an outrageous price!"

The value of this bet, even for a sacred land, would be an enormous fortune, especially the Earth Essence Tea and Daoist Martial Arts Techniques, which are extremely rare and priceless resources. Gu Sheng's actions were clearly opportunistic, aiming to maximize his gains from the previous grudge.

Gu Sheng's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"Elder Lu personally acknowledged the bet, and everyone present can testify to it. If your Holy Land is unwilling to even abide by the most basic rule of accepting defeat, then why should others believe that you will uphold your promise of a 'fair fight'? Once the goods are delivered, I will accept the challenge. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss."

His actions, a combination of appeasement and confrontation, not only demanded huge compensation but also pinned the blame for "breaking the rules" on the Holy Land of Myriad Images, infuriating the golden command arrow, which flashed intensely as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Just as the Holy Lord of All Things was raging with anger, seemingly about to unleash a furious outburst at any moment—

"enough!"

The colossal statue, transformed from the mirror of Tantai Mingjing, let out a cold shout, interrupting the tense conversation.

His eyes were sharp as knives. He no longer looked at the golden command arrow, but turned directly to the depths of the Wanbao Hall. His voice was like ice falling to the ground, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"Issue my order! The Ten Great Protectors of the Myriad Treasures Hall shall immediately depart for the Myriad Manifestations Imperial City! Seal all four city gates! Without my command, not even a fly shall be allowed to enter!"

His gaze shifted to the golden command arrow, his killing intent palpable.

"If Gu Sheng suffers any mishap in tomorrow's battle, or is treated unfairly afterward... then the Myriad Elephants Holy Land should be prepared to bear the wrath of the Tantai family! At that time, I will personally lead the team to raze your Myriad Elephants Holy Land gates to the ground, leaving no one alive from top to bottom!"

"As ordered!"

As his words fell, from the depths of the Myriad Treasures Hall, ten streaks of light, each a different color but all exuding a terrifying aura of the Venerable Realm, soared into the sky like ten roaring dragons, tearing through the heavens and heading towards the Myriad Manifestations Imperial City without hesitation! Their resolute stance clearly indicated that they would strictly carry out Tantai Mingjing's orders!
"Tantai Mingjing! You...you dare!"

Within the golden command arrow, the voice of the Holy Lord of All Things was filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

"This is an open provocation, an attempt to provoke a great war between the two holy lands!"

"A major battle?"

Tantai Mingjing scoffed, her tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"Wanxiang, I think you've gone senile! It was your Wanxiang Holy Land people who first caused trouble in my Tantai family's Wanbao Hall, and then refused to admit defeat. The elders even tried to bully the younger generation and intimidate a junior from afar!"
Now, they've even sent a centenarian holy son to challenge a junior in the sect realm. Such shameless behavior left me, Tantai Mingjing, with no other choice but to step in to protect my junior and retaliate. What's wrong with that?

His voice suddenly turned stern, like a thunderclap.

"Are you allowed to set fire to the Holy Land of Myriad Images, but my Tantai family isn't allowed to light a lamp?!"

This series of questions was like a series of resounding slaps to the face of the Holy Lord of All Things, and through this golden command arrow, it spread to the ears of all the forces that were paying attention to this matter.

The Holy Lord of All Things was speechless, and the golden arrow's light fluctuated violently, revealing the immense anger and frustration in its master's heart.

He never expected that Tantai Mingjing would go to such lengths for Gu Sheng, directly dispatching ten Venerable Realm protectors to seal off his imperial city! This was a blatant slap in the face and a show of force!
After a long silence, the light in the golden arrow slowly subsided, and the voice of the Holy Lord of All Manifestations rang out again, but it carried a coldness and gritted teeth as he forcefully suppressed his anger.

"Good! Well done, Tantai Mingjing! I... will remember this!" He practically spat out these words through gritted teeth, then turned his voice to Gu Sheng, carrying an endless chill.

"The goods... will be delivered to you tonight! Just as agreed last time, not a penny less! I will personally 'watch' tomorrow's battle! I hope your skills are as tough as your words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden command arrow floating in the air suddenly dimmed, then quickly faded and dissipated like a candle flickering in the wind, ultimately turning into nothingness. Clearly, the Holy Lord of All Manifestations had deliberately severed this spiritual projection.

Deep within the sacred land of the Myriad Manifestations Imperial City, the true form of the Myriad Manifestations Holy Lord had a face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He originally thought that even if someone from the Tantai family would stand up for Gu Sheng, it would at most be a peer or some Venerable Elders. He never expected that it would be Tantai Mingjing, a Half-Saint, personally taking action, and he never expected that even Yuan Batian from the Tianyuan Holy Land would step forward! Today, his pressure from afar not only failed to achieve his goal, but he was also blackmailed by Gu Sheng and threatened by Tantai Mingjing to seal off the Imperial City. He had completely lost face!

……

Inside the Wanbao Hall, once the golden command arrow completely dissipated, the oppressive aura of the Holy Realm that had enveloped heaven and earth also dissipated.

Gu Sheng flashed out of the quiet room window and stood in mid-air.

He first nodded slightly to Tantai Mingjing, who had already retracted his thousand-foot-tall Dharma body but still stood on the roof of the hall, to express his gratitude.

Then, he turned to the slowly dissipating phantom of the burly man on the other side, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and spoke sincerely.

"Junior Gu Sheng thanks senior for speaking up for justice and helping me out."

The illusory figure of the burly man Yuan Batian had only glanced at Gu Sheng indifferently as a response.

But the moment his gaze swept over Gu Sheng's body, he couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh," and the illusory figure that was about to completely dissipate actually solidified slightly.

A clear look of surprise appeared on his rugged face, and his gaze swept over Gu Sheng with a mixture of inquiry and astonishment.

"Boy, your physical body... the Glazed Golden Body? No, it seems more profound... Huh? You've actually refined several different Daoist principles within your body? Water and fire in harmony, yin and yang coexisting... Strange! How did you manage to make these Daoist principles with such different attributes coexist peacefully within your body, and even subtly complement each other?"

Faced with the question from this Saint Realm expert, Gu Sheng simply smiled and did not answer directly. Instead, he cleverly changed the subject and said with a hint of admiration.

"Senior's insight is astute. My humble skills are nothing to mention. But your overwhelming aura just now truly caused the world to lose its color. I think that even if the Myriad Manifestations Ancestor himself were here, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand a few punches and kicks from you."

Although the words sounded like flattery, they didn't seem hypocritical when paired with Gu Sheng's calm and sincere tone.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Batian was slightly taken aback, then burst into a loud, booming laugh.

"Hahaha! Good lad! Arrogant enough, and cunning enough! But... I like it!"

He indeed stopped pressing Gu Sheng about his secrets. The massive, illusory figure raised a hand to stroke his steel-needle stubble, looking at Gu Sheng with increasing pleasing amusement. After a moment, he suppressed his laughter, his tone casual yet carrying considerable weight.

"Kid, I think you're easy to get along with, so I'll give you some news. The Heavenly Origin Treasure Pool is about to open. If you can get a spot to enter on your own merit... when you come out, I'll give you a great fortune!"

After saying that, without waiting for Gu Sheng's response, the thousand-foot-tall phantom suddenly dissipated, and the surging blood energy also subsided, as if it had never appeared at all.

……

After the phantoms of the Holy Lord of Myriad Phenomena and Yuan Batian disappeared one after another, Tantai Mingjing also completely retracted his thousand-foot-tall Dharma body, returned to his normal size, and landed on the top floor of the Wanbao Hall.

His telepathic message quietly reached Gu Sheng's ears.

"Qingyun, come to the top floor and let's discuss the Wanxiang Holy Land tomorrow."

Gu Sheng received the telepathic message and nodded.

He glanced at the pedestrians on the street below, who were still in shock and discussing the confrontation between the Holy Realm experts. He then thought of the major cities in the Central Plains, especially the imperial cities where the Holy Lands belonged, which generally prohibited martial artists from flying freely in the air to avoid disturbing the people and causing unnecessary conflicts.

Although with his current status and strength, and the events he just participated in, even if he flew away, probably no one would dare to say anything, he did not want to stand out from the crowd and give others a handle to use against him.

So, he slowly descended and landed steadily on the bluestone ground in front of the Wanbao Hall, deciding to walk to the top floor.

Inside the room, Gu Sheng turned to Yun Gucheng, whose expression remained tense, and spoke.

“Brother Yun, Senior Mingjing has invited me to the top floor for a chat. Perhaps Senior Mingjing can help with your sister’s condition. With his Saint Realm cultivation, he should be able to temporarily stabilize Miss Yunmeng’s life without any problem.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Gucheng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

But then he looked at Gu Sheng, his eyes filled with undisguised doubt, and couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Siming, just now... just now you confronted the Lord of Myriad Manifestations across the void, exchanging words, and even drew the intervention of two Saint Realm experts on your behalf... You... you weren't afraid at all? Those were Saint Realm experts!"

Gu Sheng glanced at him and asked indifferently.

"Fear? Brother Yun, have you forgotten how I found you?"

Yun Gucheng was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized. Yes, this Lord Siming was elusive and could sneak into his courtyard, which was heavily fortified, without his knowledge. The strangeness of his methods probably far exceeded the scope of ordinary sect masters.

Considering the other party's mysterious and unpredictable lineage of destiny and their calm attitude, it seems not entirely incomprehensible that they could remain calm in the face of the pressure from the Saint Realm.

He gave a wry smile and didn't ask any more questions.

……

On the top floor of the Wanbao Hall, in Tantai Mingjing's study.

The study is furnished simply and comfortably, without too many luxurious decorations, yet it exudes elegance and sophistication.

The air was filled with a faint scent of ink and a calming aroma of wood. Uncle Tantai Mingjing and his nephew Tantai Bingyu, both dressed in elegant white robes, sat at a tea table, seemingly discussing something.

Gu Sheng led Yun Gucheng through the door. (End of Chapter)