Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1520 - 783: Does Not Represent Everything

Qin Yurou gently stroked a pure white Spiritual Fox in her arms, speaking softly.

"My demon beast panions have already set up surveillances around the town perimeter. If there’s any anomaly, they’ll warn us immediately."

Gu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Let’s strive to kill that Evil Cultivator today, lest regrets arise from any delays."

Shen Qingtan hesitated slightly.

"Mr. Gu, that Evil Cultivator has already reached the late Foundation Establishment Stage, we..."

"No worries."

Gu Sheng interrupted her, confidence shining in his eyes.

"I have my own certainties."

The three of them said no more, each forming hand seals.

Three streaks of tunneling light shot into the sky, speeding away towards the distant border town.

Jiang Feiyu watched them depart with open eyes, the resentment in his gaze being more pronounced.

He struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took out a Jade Talisman from his bosom, crushing it.

"Gu Sheng... Shen Qingtan... you will regret this!"

He sneered, watching the restriction Light Screen rise around the Daoist temple.

"Just wait until you awkwardly flee back, see how I’ll humiliate you!"

He sat cross-legged, beginning to regulate his breathing and heal, already imagining scenes of Gu Sheng begging for mercy and Shen Qingtan filled with regret in his mind.

Thinking of the satisfying scenarios, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"They have all gone, why didn’t you follow them?"

A low, sinister voice suddenly sounded behind Jiang Feiyu, making one’s skin crawl like a snake hissing.

Jiang Feiyu instinctively sneered.

"Hmph, I wish for them to die at the hands of that Evil Cultivator..."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly realized this voice didn’t belong to anyone in his memory.

His whole body tensed up, turning his head slowly.

Three zhang away, a man dressed in a blood-colored robe was looking at him with a somewhat mocking smile.

The man’s face was as pale as paper, only his lips were blood-red, and his eyes were an eerie red.

The most terrifying thing was, Jiang Feiyu couldn’t perceive any True Qi fluctuations from him—it was as if he was just an illusion standing there.

"B-blood Refining Evil Cultivator!"

Jiang Feiyu screamed in horror, scrambling backward until his back hit the temple wall.

His whole body trembled, eyes full of fear.

"How... how are you here? The restrictions clearly..."

"Restrictions?"

The Evil Cultivator chuckled lightly, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the surrounding Light Screen.

"This child’s play can also be called a restriction?"

He stepped forward leisurely, each step sending Jiang Feiyu’s heart racing.

As he approached, a thick scent of blood filled the air, making Jiang Feiyu feel breathless, as if submerged in a sea of blood.

"Don’t... don’t e any closer!"

Jiang Feiyu frantically formed seals, trying to summon a Magic Artifact, only to find his True Qi trapped like in a quagmire, pletely unusable.

The Evil Cultivator stopped a step away, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Poor little worm, at least your panions have the courage to face me, but you..."

He shook his head, revealing a cruel smile.

"Only dare to curse them behind their backs."

Jiang Feiyu’s face was ashen, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.

Suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up with hope.

"They... they’ll be back soon! Gu Sheng is formidable, you’d better leave!"

"Gu Sheng?"

A red gleam flickered in the Evil Cultivator’s eyes.

"The one who punched you flying?"

He suddenly laughed heartily, the laughter filled with mockery.

"You think I’d fear a Qi Condensation Stage junior?"

Jiang Feiyu despairingly found that his last bargaining chip was useless.

His knees buckled, and he directly knelt down.

"E-elder, spare me! I... I’ll do anything for you!"

The Evil Cultivator squinted, his scarlet tongue licking his lips.

"Anything?"

"Yes! I’ll agree to anything!"

Jiang Feiyu curled up on the ground, trembling like a sieve, ten blood threads writhing under his skin like living creatures, bringing unbearable pain.

The Blood Refining Evil Cultivator grinned, revealing a mouth of sharp white teeth.

"The wise recognize the times."

He released his hand, which was forming seals, and the intense pain in Jiang Feiyu’s body immediately eased by more than half.

Jiang Feiyu gasped heavily, forehead drenched in cold sweat.

He could feel that his Third Level of Foundation Establishment cultivation had fallen to the Second Realm, with nearly thirty percent of his Essence Blood extracted.

More terrifying, the ten blood threads burrowed deeply into his meridians like a bone-growing tumour.

"Remember, bring them to the Broken Daoist Temple before sunset."

The Evil Cultivator’s chilling voice whispered in Jiang Feiyu’s ear.

"Otherwise..."

He gently curled his finger.

"Ah!"

Jiang Feiyu screamed in agony, feeling as if an invisible hand gripped his heart, causing his vision to darken from pain.

The agony came swiftly and went just as fast. Once Jiang Feiyu regained his senses, the form of the Evil Cultivator had already vanished into the depths of the ruined temple, leaving only a lingering blood scent and a faint mocking laughter.

"Gu Sheng... Shen Qingtan..."

Jiang Feiyu gritted his teeth, crawling to his feet, malice in his eyes almost solidified.

"It’s all your fault!"

He staggered out of the temple, looked up at the sky.

There were still two hours until sunset, enough time to find those three "panions."

Jiang Feiyu touched his chest, where a blood thread was slowly writhing.

He tried to mobilize the blood thread according to the method taught by the Evil Cultivator, only to find he couldn’t control it at all... these damn blood threads only listen to the Evil Cultivator’s mand!

"First find them..."

Animosity glimmered in Jiang Feiyu’s eyes.

"Just wait until you taste the heart-corroding agony of these blood threads, then you’ll understand my current pain!"

He withstood the disfort in his meridians, barely flying towards the town.

"Strange, the Evil Cultivator’s aura pletely vanished."

Shen Qingtan stood on the Flying Sword, her brows knit tightly.

She was holding a Tracking Talisman in her hand, yet the talisman paper showed no reaction.

Gu Sheng closed his eyes to Concentrate Spirit, his spiritual power spreading like a tide, covering a hundred-zhang radius.