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

This conjecture stirred something within him. If it were true, then for Jin'er, who cultivated the Path of All Beings and whose avatars were scattered everywhere, he might become her biggest "variable" or even "nemesis." However, now was not the time to delve into this matter.

The most urgent task is to deal with that clown on the stage—Shi Wufeng.

He composed himself, no longer paying attention to Jin'er's clone, and together with Tantai Xueli, their figures disappeared into the gradually bustling streets of the imperial city in the early morning, heading towards the arena outside the city.

The moment he turned to leave, the meek maidservant's brow furrowed very subtly.

She subconsciously raised her finger and gently pressed it against her brow, a faint hint of doubt and surprise flashing in her eyes. Just a moment ago.

She seemed to sense that the mysterious and profound connection between her clone and her original self and other clones was... briefly "touched" by a cold and deep gaze? Although the feeling was fleeting and vague, it stirred a strange unease in her heart.

"Is it him? Gu Sheng..."

Jin'er's clone gazed in the direction Gu Sheng had left, her eyes shifting.

"Or...am I overthinking it? How can the connections between all beings be so easily discerned?"

She shook her head, suppressing her doubts, and resumed her appearance as an ordinary maid, blending into the bustling crowd of people in the Wanbao Hall in the early morning.

About a hundred li outside the east gate of Tianyuan Imperial City.

This is not a flat plain, but a wide valley surrounded by mountains. In the center of the valley, a giant blue stone arena, nine zhang high and a thousand zhang in circumference, has long been leveled and reinforced. The surface of the arena is engraved with dense, shimmering reinforcing and insulating runes, clearly designed to withstand the aftershocks of battles between high-level martial artists.

At this moment, the hillsides and highlands surrounding the valley were already densely packed with people. Various sects and families from Tianyuan Imperial City, martial artists from other regions of Zhongzhou who had rushed over upon hearing the news, and even some young disciples or elders with clearly extraordinary auras, dressed in various sacred land robes, all occupied the best positions for viewing.

The place was bustling with noise, and the sounds of discussion echoed through the valley like a tidal wave.

"Have you heard? Shi Wufeng, the Holy Son of the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land, is going to have a life-or-death battle with a young man from the Eastern Wilderness who is only at the seventh level of the Sect Realm, despite his Venerable Realm cultivation!"

"Seventh level of the Sect Realm? Against the Venerable Realm? This... isn't this bullying? Is this the kind of attitude the Holy Son of the Holy Land has?"

"Hey, you don't know this, do you? That kid from the Eastern Wilderness named Gu Sheng is no ordinary person! Last night outside the city, it's said that he fought five Heavenly King Realm experts all by himself and even killed several of them!"

"What?! A Grandmaster Realm cultivator killed five Heavenly King Realm cultivators?! This... how is this possible?!"

"It's absolutely true! The energy fluctuations can't be faked! I heard that even Elder Li Yanxin of the Burning Heaven Holy Land was alarmed, and the Myriad Manifestations Holy Lord also appeared!"

"No wonder... Shi Wufeng is scared? He wants to take advantage of the fact that his opponent has just gone through a big battle and may not be in good condition, so he can quickly regain his lost ground on the stage? Tsk tsk, that's a bit beneath him..."

"It's more than just a loss of face! It's an utter disgrace to the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land! A dignified Holy Son, a Venerable Realm expert challenging a Sect Realm expert—winning is dishonorable, but losing... then the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land will truly become a laughingstock!"

"Keep your voice down! The people from the Myriad Realms Holy Land are over there!"

The discussions were filled with incomprehension, skepticism, and even undisguised sarcasm towards Shi Wufeng's actions. After all, a Venerable Realm cultivator challenging a Sect Realm cultivator was hardly respectable in a martial arts-flourishing place like Zhongzhou, let alone a life-or-death battle. Most people felt that the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land's actions were desperate and shameless.

On either side of the arena, several powerful figures with profound auras, dressed in the attire of the Tianyuan Holy Land, floated in mid-air, their expressions solemn, maintaining order on the scene and ensuring that spectators did not get too close to the arena to avoid being accidentally injured by the aftershocks of the battle.

When Gu Sheng and Tantai Xueli arrived at the edge of the valley, they were greeted by a scene of bustling crowds and noise.

Gu Sheng's gaze calmly swept over the crowd, finally settling on the high sky directly above the arena.

There, two figures stood in mid-air, seemingly conversing. One was graceful and exceptionally beautiful—it was Tantai Mingjing. The other was a burly, square-faced middle-aged man, exuding an imposing aura, dressed in a magnificent robe embroidered with stars and clouds. His presence was profound and unyielding—he was clearly a Saint Realm expert as well!
Judging from his stance and demeanor, as well as the subtle respect shown to him by the experts of Tianyuan Holy Land, his identity is obvious—an important figure in Tianyuan Holy Land, who is very likely the one who made the bet with Gu Sheng yesterday.

Seemingly sensing Gu Sheng's gaze, Tantai Mingjing turned her head first, her beautiful eyes looking in Gu Sheng's direction, a smile playing on her lips, and said something to the burly middle-aged man beside her.

The next moment, Gu Sheng felt a slight distortion and fluctuation in the surrounding space, and the scene before his eyes instantly became blurry and clear! He and Tantai Xueli had been moved from the outer edge of the valley to the sky by a gentle but irresistible spatial force, right in front of Tantai Mingjing and the burly middle-aged man!

"Spatial collapse, short-distance teleportation... Saint-level techniques are indeed wondrous."

Gu Sheng secretly praised her, but remained outwardly calm, and cupped his hands to Tantai Mingjing.

"Uncle Jing".

Tantai Mingjing nodded with a smile.

"We were just talking about you, and here you are."

She pointed to the burly middle-aged man beside her.

"This is the 'Saint King Zhenyue' of Tianyuan Holy Land, and the one who made the bet with you yesterday."

Gu Sheng looked at the Holy King of Zhenyue and bowed respectfully without being humble or arrogant.

"Junior Gu Sheng greets Senior Holy King. Does yesterday's bet still stand?"

The Saint King of Zhenyue's gaze swept over Gu Sheng with lightning speed, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, and he laughed heartily.

"Naturally, it stands! What I, the Holy Sage of Heavenly Origin, say is law! Boy, judging from your calm and composed demeanor, how confident are you about today's battle?"

Gu Sheng remained calm and composed as he spoke.

"If I was 80 or 90 percent certain yesterday, today... I am 100 percent certain."

"Oh? Ten points?"

The Holy King of Zhenyue raised an eyebrow, showing great interest.

"Your opponent is the Holy Son of the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land, a Venerable Realm cultivator. You are only at the seventh level of the Sect Realm. How can you be so confident?"

"In my eyes, Shi Wufeng is nothing more than a... weak Venerable Realm cultivator."

Gu Sheng spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable confidence.

"He may have the realm of understanding, but his will is lacking, and his foundation... may not be as profound as he thinks."

"Insanity!"

A sinister voice, like that of a venomous snake, came from the void on the other side.

The space rippled slightly, and the figure of the Holy Lord of Myriad Manifestations, dressed in a jade robe, quietly appeared, staring at Gu Sheng with a gloomy expression.

"Ignorant brat! Even if Shi Wufeng's talent isn't top-tier, he is still a holy son nurtured by my Myriad Manifestations Holy Land with resources poured into him for a hundred years! His century of martial arts accumulation and his cultivation at the second level of the Venerable Realm are beyond the comprehension of you, a barbarian from the Eastern Wilderness who has only gotten a few lucky opportunities and is now ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Faced with the pressure and rebuke of the Saint Realm, Gu Sheng remained calm, only raising his eyes to look at the Saint Lord of Myriad Manifestations.

"Since the Holy Lord is so confident, then let's wait and see. I only hope that when the outcome is decided, the Holy Lord will abide by the rules of the arena and not use his Holy Realm status to attack this junior, this 'Eastern Wilderness Barbarian'."

"you--!"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Holy Lord of All Things, and his killing intent almost materialized.

He never expected that Gu Sheng would dare to talk back to him like that!
"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Gu Sheng sneered, showing no sign of backing down.

"If the Holy Lord truly believes Shi Wufeng is destined to win, why bother arguing with an 'ignorant child' like me? Could it be... that he's feeling guilty?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths!"

The Holy Lord of All Things laughed in extreme anger.

"I'd like to see if you'll still be so stubborn when you're cut down on the arena by Wu Feng! Don't think that just because you have Tantai Mingjing and the Tianyuan Holy Land backing you up, you can act recklessly! Women and outsiders are ultimately unreliable!"

These words were almost a complete betrayal, not only targeting Gu Sheng, but also mocking Tantai Mingjing and the Tianyuan Holy Land.

Tantai Mingjing's pretty face turned slightly cold, and Zhenyue Shengwang also frowned.

Gu Sheng laughed, a cold mockery in his smile.

"Your Majesty is mistaken. The path of cultivation ultimately relies on oneself. Relying on mountains will lead to their collapse, and relying on people will lead to their abandonment. I understand this principle. However, I will remember Your Majesty's words today. Within three years, I will personally visit the Myriad Elephants Holy Land to 'seek guidance' from Your Majesty. At that time, I hope Your Majesty will still be able to 'enlighten' me as you have today."

His words were tantamount to issuing a challenge to a Saint Realm expert! Although he said "within three years" and "I would like to learn from you," the challenge and sharpness contained in them made everyone present tremble!
A cultivator at the sect level issuing a challenge to a cultivator at the saint level?! This is utterly insane!

The Holy Lord of All Things was also stunned for a moment, then seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and laughed in anger.

"Very well! I'll be waiting for you! But I'm afraid you... won't live past today!"

"enough!"

Tantai Mingjing spoke coldly, an invisible holy aura spreading out, slightly suppressing the aggressive aura of the Myriad Manifestations Holy Lord. Zhenyue Holy King also stepped forward, his aura faintly locking onto the Myriad Manifestations Holy Lord, and said in a deep voice.

"Wanxiang, this place is outside my Tianyuan Imperial City. There are rules for life-or-death battles in the arena. If you continue to talk nonsense and interfere with the competition, don't blame me for being impolite."

With both Saint Realm experts exerting pressure simultaneously, the Myriad Manifestations Saint Lord's expression shifted, and he finally let out a cold snort, remaining silent. However, the way he looked at Gu Sheng was as if he were looking at a dead man.

Tantai Mingjing glanced at the sky and said to Gu Sheng.

"It's almost time, let's go up on stage and get ready."

Gu Sheng nodded.

"Yes."

The space around him fluctuated again, and in a flash, he landed steadily in the center of the huge blue stone arena below.

Almost at the same moment he landed, a white figure shot towards the edge of the opposite arena like lightning, landing heavily on the platform and causing the ground to tremble slightly. It was Shi Wufeng!

Shi Wufeng, dressed in white with his white hair flying, had a sinister gaze as sharp as a venomous snake, his eyes fixed on Gu Sheng, making no attempt to conceal his overwhelming killing intent.

Gu Sheng met his gaze, his expression remaining calm, even carrying a hint of pity.

"Stone Saint, if you are ready, let's begin."

Gu Sheng spoke slowly, his voice clearly carrying throughout the entire venue.

"There's no need to say any more of those useless threats. A Venerable Realm cultivator challenging a Sect Realm cultivator is already controversial enough. Saying more will only make people think that your Myriad Manifestations Holy Land doesn't even want the last bit of face left."

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Shi Wufeng's head, who was just about to say some harsh words to boost his morale.

Shi Wufeng's face stiffened. He opened his mouth, but realized that Gu Sheng was right. Challenging a Sect Realm cultivator with only Venerable Realm cultivation was already a disadvantage. If he continued to shout like a street ruffian, he would only become more ridiculed, and the reputation of the Myriad Manifestations Holy Land would be further tarnished.

He forced back the harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and squeezed out cold words through clenched teeth.

"Gu Sheng, no matter how eloquent you are, you cannot change your inevitable death today! This Holy Son will show you what the true strength of the Holy Land is! What...despair is!"

Gu Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, and said calmly.

"I'll wait."

Just then, high in the sky, the majestic and cold voice of the Holy Lord of All Things once again resounded throughout the valley, drowning out all the noisy discussions.

"quiet!"

The oppressive aura of the Holy Realm swept over the valley like a tidal wave, instantly silencing it.

The Holy Lord of All Things swept his gaze across the entire arena, and slowly spoke, his voice resounding in every corner.

"Today's life-or-death arena is because Gu Sheng, a martial artist from the Eastern Wilderness, attacked and injured the grandson of an outer sect elder of my Myriad Manifestations Holy Land without cause in Tianyuan Imperial City. His arrogant attitude and contempt for the dignity of the Holy Land have led my Holy Land's Holy Son, Shi Wufeng, to vindicate his peers and restore the face of the Holy Land. Therefore, in accordance with the rules of martial arts, I have initiated this life-or-death battle! It will determine who is superior and who will live or die!"

His words were, of course, prepared in advance, high-sounding rhetoric, an attempt to find a "reasonable" excuse for Shi Wufeng's challenge to the Sect Realm. But anyone with discerning eyes knew that it was nothing more than a fig leaf.

Sure enough, a low chuckle and murmur immediately rose from both sides of the valley.

"Injured the grandson of an outer sect elder? What a flimsy excuse..."

"Exactly, who doesn't know it's because of what happened outside the city yesterday? The Myriad Elephants Holy Land has no shame at all."

"Tsk tsk, the Holy Son intervened just for such a 'trivial matter'? Really... he's getting more and more backward as he gets older."

"If Shi Wufeng loses this time, the Myriad Elephants Holy Land will truly lose face, and will have no last fig leaf left."

Although these discussions were kept under wraps, how could they escape the notice of a Saint Realm expert? The Saint Lord of Myriad Manifestations looked even more unpleasant, but he couldn't lash out on the spot. He could only let out a cold snort, and his Saintly might intensified once more, forcibly silencing the discussions.

He said no more and announced the rules directly.

"According to the rules of our Holy Land's Life-and-Death Arena, neither side may use their natal magic treasures, nor may they use divine weapons that are superior to the weaker party's own cultivation level! Apart from this, there are no restrictions on the means, and life and death are left to fate! Do either side have any objections?"

Gu Sheng shook his head calmly.

No objection.

Shi Wufeng also said coldly.

No objections!

"it is good!"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Holy Lord of All Things.

"Since there are no objections, then... let's begin!" (End of Chapter)