Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 255: Chapter 148: The Four Realms of External Martial Arts, The Path of Martial Arts_2

Although the Black Sand Gang could not be absorbed into the Baihuo Sect this time, Qian Jin still managed to make a killing for himself.

Not to mention all the money Zhao Honglie had given him over time, the profits he reaped from Bai Yuqi alone would allow him to work diligently within the sect for two or three years without worry.

”Hiss! Why does the back of my neck suddenly feel chilly? This doesn’t feel good at all—I need to leave this troublesome place immediately!”

First there was the Axe Butcher, followed by Ge Qing and the mutated Zhao Honglie. These three individuals scared Qian Jin to his core and made him classify Canghe County as a land of misfortune. As he packed his belongings and prepared to leave, he suddenly noticed a figure standing in the woods ahead.

The person held a longbow fully drawn into a moon-like curve!

”Whoosh!”

A piercing sound broke through the air as an arrow was released, its shimmering silver tail streaking rapidly toward him.

Qian Jin’s face changed drastically, and he instinctively fumbled at his waist, pulling out a dagger and hurling it toward the arrow.

”Thud.”

The dagger struck the arrow, causing a small pouch attached to it to burst open, scattering fine powder all over Qian Jin’s body.

The archer was none other than Gu Sheng, who had been lying in wait for quite some time.

After acquiring medicinal pills from Ge Qing, Gu Sheng had encountered the Black Sand Gang attacking the city. Using his Snake Breath Skill, he took advantage of the chaos to slip away. Rushing back to Gu’s Manor, he grabbed his weapons and prepared to scavenge at the Black Sand Gang’s headquarters.

However, by the time he arrived at the headquarters, he witnessed Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi stirring up trouble with Zhao Honglie.

When Gu Sheng saw Zhao Honglie in his mutated state, he couldn’t help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, his heart filled with lingering fear.

If Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi hadn’t found Zhao Honglie first, it might very well have been Gu Sheng who became the next victim!

Though he didn’t understand why Zhao Honglie had transformed into such a monstrous form, the incredible strength Zhao displayed was undeniably real. Even though Gu Sheng had never seen any Silver Bone Realm or Golden Bone Realm masters, he was convinced that, in Zhao Honglie’s current state, even ten of him tied together wouldn’t stand a chance.

Thus, Gu Sheng kept himself hidden using the Snake Breath Skill until he confirmed that Qian Jin was alone. Only then did he make his move.

This time, Gu Sheng opted for simplicity—he wasn’t wearing the Hundred-Refining Heavy Armor, nor did he use the Shapeshifting technique to disguise himself. Instead, he appeared in his true form.

Upon seeing Gu Sheng’s face clearly, Qian Jin’s expression instantly darkened with rage.

”Damn it! When it rains, it pours! Since when do little brats like you dare lay hands on me?!”

Qian Jin took note that Gu Sheng appeared to be just seventeen or eighteen years old, and judging by his aura, he was merely in the Blood Refining Realm. Furious, Qian Jin felt a surge of anger, ready to vent his accumulated grievances on Gu Sheng.

Qian Jin’s eyes gleamed menacingly as his hands brushed across his waist. Four gleaming silver throwing knives appeared in his palms.

”Die!”

With a thunderous roar, he flung the knives with all his might. Guided by Qian Jin’s skillful movements, the blades immediately dispersed upon release, flying toward Gu Sheng’s arms, waist, and legs from different angles.

Qian Jin folded his arms across his chest, his face full of disdain.

”Hmph! Any random nobody thinks they can ambush me these days? I won’t feel right until I teach you a hard lesson!”

But Gu Sheng wasn’t fazed by the fierce barrage of knives that could easily overwhelm even a Great Success-level Blood Refining Martial Artist. Smirking slightly, he reached behind his back with both hands and drew the Thirsty Blood Battle Axe—the axe’s handle and blade gleaming in his grip.

With a swift rotation, the mechanism clicked audibly, locking the axe into place.

Now fully assembled, Gu Sheng held the massive axe slightly to the side in defense. The knives clanged against its surface with crisp metallic sounds before falling powerless to the ground.

The supposedly sharp knives instantly bent upon impact, whereas the Thirsty Blood Battle Axe remained smooth and unblemished—not even a scratch.