Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1350

Chapter 1350: Chapter 699: Spiritual Medicine

"Xi’er, Senior Gu saved our lives. What’s a few Dragon Burial Roots compared to that? If it weren’t for needing to find the Life-extending Spirit Grass for you, I would have given him all our treasures."

"But..."

Mu Xi’s voice weakened.

"It was my stubbornness to go out and play that got you injured..."

"Silly girl."

Mu Feng’s voice softened.

"It’s only natural for a brother to protect his sister. Besides, if we hadn’t encountered danger this time, we wouldn’t have met someone as extraordinary as Senior Gu."

Gu Sheng heard this and his eyes flickered with surprise.

Indeed, he had hidden his cultivation, appearing as an ordinary cultivator. He hadn’t expected Mu Feng to sense something amiss.

In the next room, Mu Xi leaned against the headboard, her face pale.

She looked at her brother who was adjusting his breath, her eyes full of guilt.

"Brother, your injury..."

"It’s nothing."

Mu Feng waved his hand and gave a reassuring smile.

"Your brother is a Body Refining Cultivator. This injury is no big deal."

He spoke while patting his sturdy chest but couldn’t help coughing twice.

Mu Xi quickly handed him a water pouch, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You say it’s nothing! It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going to see ’Sunset Falls,’ we wouldn’t have encountered the Iron-backed Grey Wolf..."

Mu Feng took the water pouch and gently stroked his sister’s hair.

"Xi’er, don’t blame yourself. Right now, the priority is to heal. The auction starts in two days, and we must find the Life-extending Spirit Grass."

Mentioning the Life-extending Spirit Grass, Mu Xi’s gaze turned somber.

She had been weak since childhood, and the tribal shamans had predicted she wouldn’t live past twenty. Now at seventeen, if the Life-extending Spirit Grass is not found...

"Brother, if we can’t find the Spirit Grass..."

Mu Xi’s voice quivered slightly.

"We’ll definitely find it!"

Mu Feng interrupted her firmly.

"Deacons from the Purple Mist Sacred Land are attending this auction, surely there will be rare Spiritual Medicine available."

His eyes brimmed with determination.

"I’ve already missed the under-thirty selection at the Sacred Land, but I must seize a spot in the under-fifty contest this time!"

Mu Xi looked at her brother’s resolute profile, feeling both moved and bittersweet.

She knew her brother carried the hope of the whole tribe—Mu Feng was the most outstanding genius in a hundred years.

The Clan Leader and elders had poured all their resources into him, hoping he would shine in the Purple Mist Sacred Land’s selection, securing better cultivation resources and status for the tribe.

In the room, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint golden glow.

The Yang Dao Technique circulated within him, each meridian blazing with heat but also containing boundless power.

"Yang Dao Third Level, it’s indeed not easy to break through."

Gu Sheng sighed inwardly, sweat beading on his forehead.

He deliberately suppressed his aura, preventing any energy fluctuations during cultivation from leaking out.

After all, many cultivators were staying in this inn. If anyone sensed his cultivation of such a domineering technique, it could cause unnecessary trouble.

Just as he concentrated on guiding his True Yuan, commotion suddenly erupted outside the door.

"Young Master Qin, how about this room? Best location and open view!"

Gu Sheng’s expression remained unchanged.

"I don’t care who you are, leave this floor immediately, or else..."

"Or what?"

Young Master Qin stepped forward provocatively.

"What, you dare make a move?"

Gu Sheng no longer wasted words, raised his right hand, and an invisible Qi Force instantly knocked Young Master Qin, crashing him heavily against the wall.

"Young Master Qin!"

A few followers exclaimed, then viciously charged at Gu Sheng.

"Courting death!"

Gu Sheng snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, and a vast True Yuan surged, toppling them all to the ground.

Young Master Qin struggled to get up, face pale.

"You... you’re a Golden Core Cultivator?"

Gu Sheng did not answer but formed a seal with his hand, several golden rays shot from his fingertips, transforming into ropes that bound them tightly.

"Since you enjoy making noise, then stay quietly."

Gu Sheng waved, dragging them into his room, tossing them in the corner.

"You... do you know who my old man is?"

Even subdued, Young Master Qin remained defiant.

"He is a Tribulation Crossing Realm expert! You dare treat me like this, he won’t let you off!"

Gu Sheng glanced at him.

"Because I know who your old man is, I’ve spared your life. However..."