Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 38 I’ve Seen Plenty of Killings in the Martial World

Chen Qing and Yu Qingshuang were descending the mountain when thick, dark clouds still loomed over the sky.

A day passed, yet the rain hadn’t fallen.

Upon reaching the mountain gate, they found Gongsun Xiu already waiting outside.

Gongsun Xiu burped out a trace of alcohol, "Ye wasn’t too confident in you two, so he sent me to help keep an eye."

Chen Qing cupped his fist, "Thank you, Brother."

Yu Qingshuang, somewhat reluctantly, also cupped her hand, "Thank you, Brother."

Gongsun Xiu laughed, "Qingshuang, a sword that has taken a life and a sword that hasn’t are different."

"Being able to exchange over fifty blows with me without stepping out of the house makes you the best among Wuyou Mountain’s younger generation."

"The Mountain Master has decided to impart the sword scripture to you."

Chen Qing asked, "And what about me?"

Gongsun Xiu shook his head, "You shouldn’t be hasty, Brother. Teaching you now would only harm you."

He finished and subtly gestured towards Yu Qingshuang.

Chen Qing understood some of the reasoning behind this.

For ordinary people, holding a sword could easily ignite a killing intent.

Just like Yu Qingshuang, even after practicing the sword behind closed doors for over a decade, she longed to venture into the Jianghu.

If they taught her the sword scripture, stopping her would be nearly impossible.

Learning the sword scripture would likely make her itch to slay someone.

But I, Chen Qing, am different!

I’m a more steady person!

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As night fell, the darkness came especially early tonight due to the weather.

Zhang Yangdao walked alone on the street of the market at the foot of the mountain. Today, the streets were unusually quiet, unlike the usual hustle and bustle.

Part of it was because of the impending rain, but mostly, it was out of respect for Wuyou Mountain.

His years of venturing the Jianghu gave him an instinctive sense of danger.

As he walked, a sky-blue butterfly appeared on his shoulder.

The butterfly’s wings were streaked with tear stains, appearing elegant and cunning.

As the butterfly flapped its wings, rain began to fall gently around him.

He took a step forward, and the rain followed, covering a radius of thirty feet.

Rain Butterfly, calling the rain.

"Unfortunately, the gloomy clouds stay overhead, without the rain falling. Otherwise, my rain curtain’s range could be broader."

He continued forward, down a street lined with bright yellow lanterns.

In the center of the street stood a large black umbrella.

Feng Qi sat under the umbrella, lighting his pipe with indifference and taking a puff.

"Rain Gu, you’re a cultivator out training from the Lotus Cave?"

Zhang Yangdao said nothing.

Feng Qi extended his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Yangdao looked at a stool three feet in front of Feng Qi. He walked over and sat down, and the rain curtain followed him, enveloping Feng Qi’s umbrella.

"I’m just one person. I didn’t expect you to send so many after me?"

The rain-covered area informed him of the surrounding situation through intuition.

Feng Qi took a drag from his pipe, picked up the hot tea beside him, and took a sip, "We must be cautious with a senior."

"This is respect for a senior."

Thirty feet away, Chen Qing, sitting in a broad-viewing room in Bright Moon Tower, asked, "Why not just strike?"

Gongsun Xiu picked up the wine pot and poured drinks for the two, "That person uses a Rain Gu. The area covered with rain will greatly enhance his perception, not to mention the Rain Gu has transformed into a butterfly."

"A sneak attack wouldn’t work."

"Also, remember this: ascetics on the road carry many Gu insects."

"Their quality may not be high, but the quantity could exceed your imagination."

"Time accumulates, and years of wandering the Jianghu will make a person incredibly strong."

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Chen Qing pondered silently, was it the Gu insects obtained from years of wandering and killing?

On the path of asceticism, long-term planning was not a concern, nor was the remaining life span of a Gu insect.

After all, gaining even a tiny bit of strength increases the hope of survival.

Yu Qingshuang walked to the window, clearly a little dazed after realizing the reality.

Chen Qing focused on Feng Qi, thinking he was trying to extract information.

Feng Qi and Ye Yuntian were both at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, Feng Qiao was at the eighth, Ju Xiu was also at the ninth, and there were more than a dozen others at the seventh level surrounding them, which seemed enough to secure the situation.

Zhang Yangdao was clearly not too intimidated now, he casually remarked, "I only stayed at Wuyou Mountain for a day. Do you really need to go all out?"

Feng Qi demanded, "Are you from Lotus Cave really planning to break ties?"

Zhang Yangdao laughed heartily, "Lotus Cave, what Lotus Cave? I know nothing of any Lotus Cave."

He stood up, drew the long sword from his waist, holding it horizontally in the rain curtain.

"I’ve seen a lot of killings in the Jianghu."

"And I’ve done a lot!"

"What’s with all the entanglement?"

"Are you coming one by one, or all together?"

Feng Qi suddenly stood up and smashed the teacup in his hand.

Mist rose from a hidden alley, passing through the rain curtain in an instant.

Gongsun Xiu said, "The uniqueness of the Fog Gu allows Feng Qiao to isolate the rain curtain’s perception, but it might not succeed."

The mist moved through the rain curtain, like a ghost drifting.

Within half a foot of Zhang Yangdao, the mist suddenly converged.

Feng Qiao revealed his figure, a cold sword in his hand, stabbing straight toward Zhang Yangdao.

As the sword approached Zhang Yangdao, Sword Qi surged from Feng Qiao’s body, covering the sword in a dazzling cold light.

Zhang Yangdao stepped to the side, turning and swinging his long sword.

He paid no heed to Feng Qiao’s long stab with the sword.

Instead, he swung his sword to slice off Feng Qiao’s head.

Neither stepped back, their swords filled with decisive killing intent, showing no sign of retreat!

Feng Qiao’s sword stabbed into what seemed like a mass of fog in Zhang Yangdao’s chest.

Zhang Yangdao carried a Fog Gu too!

Zhang Yangdao’s sword swung across, and Feng Qiao’s body turned into a mist.

The sword shadows vanished in an instant as the two masses of mist passed one another.

Landing again, both swords clashed fiercely once more!

Feng Qi never moved, merely watching coldly from the side.

Chen Qing guessed that Ye Yuntian was likely observing the battle from somewhere as well.

Facing an ascetic cultivator like Zhang Yangdao, they acted with extreme caution.

Gongsun Xiu sipped his wine, "He’s trying to escape."

Chen Qing moved to Yu Qingshuang’s other side, putting his hand on his sword hilt before leaning against the window to watch the battlefield.

So the tough talk was all a facade.

This fight indeed broadened Chen Qing’s understanding.

The two swords exchanged between Zhang Yangdao and Feng Qiao were filled with a raw, decisive killing intent!

It was astonishing!

That was pure slaughter at its essence.

Gongsun Xiu set down his wine cup, "Those truly prepared to fight to the death wouldn’t speak so much, especially an old hand in the Jianghu."

No sooner had Gongsun Xiu finished speaking than Chen Qing and the others saw Zhang Yangdao stomp a brick to pieces, leap into the air, and jump onto the stone wall of the alley.

While probing Zhang Yangdao’s depth, Feng Qiao’s eyes cleared as the killing intent faded.

Only when Zhang Yangdao leaped onto the wall did he realize what had happened.