Nothing Simple

Gu Sheng gulped down dozens of pounds of Spiritual Spring Water in one go.

The cool liquid entered his throat and immediately transformed into a surging torrent of spiritual energy that rushed into his meridians.

Gu Sheng let out a muffled groan, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The Spiritual Spring Water's energy was even more violent than he had imagined. If his physique had not already reached the ninth heaven, his meridians might have burst apart on the spot.

"Nine Dragon Qiankun Art!"

Gu Sheng shouted softly and circulated his cultivation art, guiding the spiritual energy through his body.

The spiritual energy gradually transformed into pure true qi and flowed into his qi sea dantian.

He could feel his cultivation steadily improving, bringing him ever closer to that threshold.

The sky gradually darkened. Setting Sun Like Blood cast an eerie red veil over the abandoned valley.

Gu Sheng was immersed in cultivation, completely unaware of the changes outside.

At the same time, outside the valley, a group of martial artists advanced cautiously with torches in hand.

At their head was a middle-aged man with a vicious scar across his face. He held a ghost-headed saber and swept his fierce gaze over the surroundings.

"Stay sharp, all of you!"

Scarface roared.

"As long as we find any clue about Gu Sheng, the Divine Sects will reward us handsomely! I heard that brat has treasures brought out from the Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven too. Any one of them would be enough for us to live off for the rest of our lives!"

The dozen or so martial artists in the group were stirred by his words, their eyes burning with excitement.

Yet a skinny man muttered quietly.

"Brother Scar, if it's that important, why aren't the Divine Sects sending people