Chapter 42 Going Deep Into the Sacred Tomb, the Three mbers of the Immortal Families Gather Together
Gu Changsheng didn’t realize that his casual probing of a colossal demon beast’s strength had caused a massive stir in Northern Wilderness City.
After slaughtering the two demon beasts blocking his path, he tore through the gray fog ahead and proceeded toward the ruins.
As for the surging beast tide behind him, it wasn’t worth his concern.
The hunting conference, at its core, was nothing more than the Gu family orchestrating a grand spectacle for his ergence.
The number of dark demon beasts killed? Gu Changsheng didn’t care much about that.
Moreover, the ranking in the Qiankun Mirror wasn’t solely determined by numbers.
The strength of the beasts was the true standard!
After delving deeper into the ruins, sothing peculiar occurred: the number of demon beasts dwindled significantly.
The place was eerily silent compared to the outside world.
Only faint, mysterious fluctuations emanated from the void. Gu Changsheng speculated that they likely originated from the saintly remains within the Ice Palace.
With a few swift movents, his figure flickered and disappeared, reappearing before a barren mound of graves.
The corpses there had long since vanished, though they might have belonged to once-prominent figures.
“Hm?”
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Gu Changsheng sent a large sword energy slash to cut down a mutated corpse lunging at him from the gray fog. Glancing at the void, a faint aura enveloped him, causing his image to blur and vanish from the Qiankun Mirror.
Within Northern Wilderness City, nurous cultivators collectively sighed, feeling disappointed.
They had hoped to witness more of the Gu Family’s Divine Son’s performance in the ruins.
“This place is strange. The lingering aura doesn’t feel like that of a saint…”
Gu Changsheng’s brows furrowed slightly as he darted forward without lingering.
“Though this is called a ruin, it’s actually a cetery. Many families from Northern Wilderness City have buried their dead here. It only resurfaced after the ancient Ice Palace erged from underground.”
“Yet, it still houses nurous palaces and pavilions, their decay carrying a palpable air of resentnt that even seeps into the ground.”
He was puzzled, his understanding of the area was limited.
Before long, he halted in front of an ancient, weathered bronze gate.
Ahead lay a palace shrouded in gray mist, the air chilling to the bone, exuding an incomparably eerie aura.
Beneath the ground were nurous pale skeletons, creating a grim and sinister atmosphere.
The ground was scattered with traces of formations, engraved onto greenish-white stones that bore the marks of ti.
Gu Changsheng picked up a fragnt of a divine weapon.
Covered in rust, it resembled a clump of grayish-red soil.
Carefully cleaning the fragnt, he revealed intricate patterns glowing faintly with white light. It seed to carry ancient carvings, perhaps a relic from countless millennia ago.
The fragnt even bore traces of dried, long-dissipated divine blood.
“Co out. You’ve been following for quite so ti now.”
Suddenly, Gu Changsheng spoke indifferently, tossing the fragnt behind him.
Boom!
The explosion resembled a small star detonating, its fearso runic shockwaves leveling nearby structures.
“Ying Nie greets the Gu Family’s Divine Son.”
A calm voice sounded as a young man in Daoist robes appeared, riding atop a green ox. Smiling faintly, he effortlessly caught the divine fragnt, his deanor casual.
He seed unsurprised that Gu Changsheng had detected him—it felt inevitable.
“And you, the thief who escaped that night.” Gu Changsheng turned to another direction, his expression indifferent.
“Hmph, you shaless scoundrel! How dare you ntion ? Give back my things!”
A stunning woman dressed in elegant green robes materialized from the void, her expression frosty as she glared at him with displeasure.
Ying Nie’s pupils contracted slightly, his previous smile stiffening awkwardly. If not for Gu Changsheng’s sudden revelation, he wouldn’t have realized that another person was hidden nearby.
This ant that Gu Changsheng’s perception far exceeded his own.
“The Qin family’s saintess?” he asked, his tone now cautious and appraising.
Qin Qingqing ignored him, her deanor turning cold and aloof as she stretched out a slender, pale hand toward Gu Changsheng.
“Return what is mine.”
Gu Changsheng glanced at her, frowning slightly. “What thing?”
Her face flushed with anger, biting her lip in frustration as she glared at him.
This guy is definitely pretending!
But with outsiders present, she chose not to press further, only letting out a cold snort. Her icy deanor returned, as if untouched by mortal concerns.
Ying Nie couldn’t help but grow wary of the dynamic between the two. There was suspicion of past involvent—perhaps they even knew each other well.
For now, all three were cloaked in auras that concealed their presence from the outside world.
“I hate you, you scoundrel…”
Qin Qingqing’s fury bubbled beneath her calm exterior as she threw him a sharp glare.
“….”
Gu Changsheng, of course, understood what she wanted. But the embroidered undergarnt he had seized was a trump card he intended to keep, both as leverage and as a ans of control.
The abilities of a Void Physique were too valuable to let slip through his fingers.
Besides, as the Qin family’s saintess, Qin Qingqing was bound to have countless treasures. Using this opportunity to extort her wasn’t a bad idea at all.
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