Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World
Chapter 290 - 166 I Really Am a Menial Disciple!

Chapter 290: Chapter 166 I Really Am a Menial Disciple!

When someone suddenly loses their vision, their heart will fill with immense panic, especially in life-and-death combat situations like this.

The Thousand Poison Sect disciple grew even more frightened after failing to hear the sounds of battle. He shouted loudly for his senior brother, but his senior brother had already tucked his tail and fled, naturally leaving no chance for a reply.

Mo Buwen, who was resting nearby, couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon seeing his panicked, helpless appearance: "Stop yelling, your stupid Senior Brother Zhou has already hightailed it! When my junior brother returns, that’ll be the date of your death!"

Upon hearing this, the Thousand Poison Sect disciple became even more nervous. Though blinded, he immediately stood up and frantically chose a random direction to flee. However, being blind, he couldn’t distinguish directions at all. After just a few steps, a dead branch tripped him, and as he fell, one of the daggers sliced across his skin.

The daggers had been thrown earlier during the fight with Gu Sheng by Senior Brother Zhou of the Thousand Poison Sect. Every one of these daggers had been laced with lethal poison. Although the fall hadn’t injured him seriously, the dagger’s cut had broken his skin, allowing the poison to seep into his system.

As he struggled to his feet, he suddenly let out a pained scream and collapsed straight to the ground, convulsing violently. Purple-black blood oozed from his seven orifices while his body twitched uncontrollably, foam frothing from his mouth. In just a matter of breaths, the poison claimed his life.

This disciple of the Thousand Poison Sect met his demise at the hands of the very poison they’d used—justice served for the wicked. When Gu Sheng returned and saw the man dead from the effects of the poison, he began tidying up the battlefield.

Gu Sheng enjoyed this part the most. Carefully sifting through the corpses of Yun Feihe and his two companions, he rummaged through their belongings and pulled everything out in one go. Because Mo Buwen was present, Gu Sheng refrained from examining the items in detail, simply collecting them all.

After thoroughly looting the three bodies, Gu Sheng chopped down a small tree and crafted a new wooden box to store the Thirst Blood Axe, the brain and quills of the hallucinogenic porcupine, and other items.

Once everything was packed neatly, Gu Sheng used two vines to fashion a simple strap, allowing him to suspend the wooden box in front of his chest. Then, picking up the herbs Mo Buwen had dropped earlier, he walked over to Mo Buwen.

"Here, Brother Mo, your herbs."

Seeing the Mobao Grass that Gu Sheng handed over, Mo Buwen looked surprised: "You don’t want it?"

The Mobao Grass wasn’t just any ordinary herb—it was a Yellow Level low-grade medicinal herb, exceedingly valuable!

Mo Buwen and his party had gotten lucky to stumble across it unexpectedly. Otherwise, such a high-grade herb wouldn’t even tempt just a Copper Bone cultivator; even skilled experts in the Golden Bone Realm would covet it.

Gu Sheng shook his head with a smile: "It’s yours. Why would I want it?"

Mo Buwen’s eyes grew even more puzzled: "Do you know what this herb is, its value?"

Gu Sheng had some basic knowledge of medicinal herbs, primarily taught by the hunters of Gu’s Manor. The lessons only covered treating minor ailments, stopping bleeding, neutralizing poisons, and similar needs, using simple herbs. He didn’t recognize the specific plant in his hand, but he could sense from its faint energy fluctuations that it was no ordinary herb.

Gu Sheng shook his head again: "I don’t know, but judging by your reaction and the Thousand Poison Sect’s, this thing probably isn’t ordinary—seems quite valuable!"

Mo Buwen replied firmly: "Let me correct you—it’s not ’quite valuable’; it’s extremely valuable! This is Mobao Grass, a Yellow Level low-grade herb. If you auctioned it off, the starting price would be 300,000 taels, and if you found someone urgently needing it, it could go for as much as 500,000! Even if you don’t sell it but trade it at the Merit Hall, it would still fetch at least 500 sect contribution points! Are you sure you don’t want it?"

In Mo Buwen’s mind, the fact that Gu Sheng had saved his life meant it would only be reasonable if he kept the Mobao Grass for himself.

Gu Sheng abruptly stuffed the Mobao Grass into Mo Buwen’s hands: "No matter how good it is, it’s yours—it has nothing to do with me. I didn’t save you for this."

With that, Gu Sheng strapped the wooden box to his chest, hoisted Mo Buwen onto his back, secured him with the vines, and began heading toward the Holy Pill Sect.

Recovering from his brief shock, Mo Buwen tucked the Mobao Grass away, ranking Gu Sheng even higher in his heart.

"Junior Brother Gu, you’re really good at hiding your abilities! Even Senior Sister Lin didn’t realize you’ve reached the Bronze Bone Realm!"

Facing Mo Buwen’s question, Gu Sheng replied without so much as a flicker of guilt: "That’s not true; I just happened to break through last night. Maybe because I just advanced, those Thousand Poison Sect people didn’t notice at first."

Mo Buwen’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. He clearly didn’t believe Gu Sheng’s explanation. After all, the aura and combat strength Gu Sheng later exhibited didn’t resemble someone who had just recently broken through. It was no exaggeration to say that Gu Sheng’s abilities at this moment placed him firmly among the top-ranking outer disciples in the Copper Bone Realm at War God Peak!

"You brat, keep pretending! Do you really think I’m an idiot? How could someone who recently broke through have such a robust aura and terrifying combat strength?"

Gu Sheng shrugged: "Maybe it’s just because everyone’s physique is different. I’ve always been like this since I started practicing martial arts; whenever I break through, my aura immediately stabilizes. As for my combat prowess—it probably has more to do with my past experiences. I grew up in a village bordering a mountain range. My parents died young, and I had no money, so I ventured into the mountains to hunt from an early age. Don’t underestimate me because I’m young—I’ve hunted and killed many ferocious beasts bathed in demon blood. My battle skills were honed in those life-and-death encounters! The Thousand Poison Sect disciples really lacked practical combat experience, and that was the real reason I could beat them."