Chapter 1467: Chapter 756: Different Paths_2
"Why not try another approach."
Gu Sheng put down the teacup.
"As for the Prince following me, should there be any doubts in cultivation, I will provide guidance. Regarding the Daoist rhythm on this sword scar, it is sufficient for the Prince to contemplate for half a month."
Nangong Tiance’s eyes shone brightly.
He had been stuck at the early stage of the Earth King Realm for nearly ten years. If he could comprehend this sword scar...
"Very well!"
The Southern Prince suddenly stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed.
"Nangong Tiance, willing to serve Mr. Gu!"
This bow shocked everyone in the hall.
Nangong Yingying’s red lips parted slightly as she looked incredulously at her always proud father.
Gu Sheng nodded with satisfaction, took a green jade talisman from his sleeve and tossed it to Nangong Tiance.
"This can be used to contact me at any time. The Daoist rhythm of the sword scar can only last for half a month. How much you can comprehend depends on your own creation."
"Are you leaving, sir?"
Nangong Tiance took the jade talisman, sharply sensing something.
"Indeed."
Gu Sheng stood up and brushed his sleeve.
"I plan to leave the city for the Southern Border, over at the Sun King Mansion..."
"No worries, sir!"
Nangong Tiance’s eyes flashed coldly.
"If Tang Muzhi dares to obstruct, I will personally meet him!"
Gu Sheng chuckled.
"There’s no need for a major conflict. Just send two people to escort me out of the city."
Moments later, Nangong Yingying and Nangong Baye stood before Gu Sheng, looking complicated.
Especially Nangong Baye, who had been slammed into the wall by Gu Sheng’s sword three days ago, now had to escort him.
"Mr. Gu."
Nangong Yingying gracefully saluted.
"Father ordered us to escort you to the Southern Border."
Gu Sheng’s gaze lingered on Nangong Yingying for a moment.
She wore white clothes, with a slender sword hanging at her waist, her demeanor cold as frost.
He remembered that three days ago, when he stormed the Prince Mansion, she was the first to react and set up a formation to stop him.
"Thank you, Commandery Princess."
Gu Sheng nodded slightly and then looked at Nangong Baye.
"Are the injuries of the Princely Heir fine?"
Nangong Baye’s face stiffened, and he said gruffly.
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
As the three left the Prince Mansion, the sunset cast its last rays on the vermillion gate.
Gu Sheng looked back at the grand mansion, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
Meanwhile, on Sun City’s wall.
Tang Qingyun punched the wall parapet, causing the green stones to crack with multiple seams.
"Father, is he just going to walk away? That brat is carrying..."
"Shut up!"
Tang Muzhi rebuked coldly, waved his sleeve and set up a soundproofing barrier.
"Do you think Nangong Tiance is a pushover? That old fox just broke through to the Earth King Realm, and is eager to establish his might!"
"But the legacy on Gu Sheng..."
Tang Qingyun gritted his teeth unwillingly.
Tang Muzhi squinted towards the distance where the three figures had turned into black dots.
"What’s the rush? The people from the Southern Prince Mansion won’t always be with him."
Tang Qingyun paused, then suddenly understood.
"Father means..."
"The Southern Border has been quite unrest lately."
Tang Muzhi smiled coldly.
"If someone hears that a young man carrying Ancient legacy roams alone there..."
"I understand!"
Malice flashed in Tang Qingyun’s eyes.
"I will make the arrangements!"
After Tang Qingyun left, Tang Muzhi stood alone on the city wall, fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade pendant at his waist.
The scene of Gu Sheng breaking the Prince Mansion’s formation with a single sword three days ago replayed in his mind.
"A casual sword able to leave a Daoist rhythm for Earth King Realm experts to comprehend..."
Tang Muzhi murmured to himself.
"Just what is this young man’s background?"
He suddenly recalled a rumor... Three hundred years ago, a Sword Cultivator of Great Power opened the heavenly gate with a single sword and left thirty-six legacies in the mortal world before ascending.
Could it be...
"No way!"
Killing intent surged in Tang Muzhi’s eyes.
"Since we’ve already become enemies, this child must die!"
Above the clouds, three streams of light pierced through the sky.
Nangong Yingying was flying with sword control, her white clothes fluttering like an Immortal.
She stole a glance at Gu Sheng beside her, noticing he was walking through the air without relying on any magical artifact.
"Sir does not use magic artifacts?"
She couldn’t help but ask.
Gu Sheng smiled faintly.
"When there is a sword in the heart, everything can become a sword."
Nangong Baye listened from behind and couldn’t help but curl his lips... Pretending to be an expert, isn’t this just showing off?
"Ahead is the Southern Border territory."
Nangong Yingying’s armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail fluttered in the wind. She turned to look at Gu Sheng, her eyes full of seriousness.
"In recent years, border conflicts have been frequent. If we encounter enemies blocking our way, we’ll do our utmost to ensure your safety, sir."
Gu Sheng nodded slightly, his gaze traveling beyond the undulating mountains ahead.
He knew that the situation in the Southern Border was complex, with frequent battles among the major sects and cities, and harsh survival conditions for martial artists.
The Southern Prince Mansion and the Southern Army were established to resist invasions from the Southern Border martial artists.
"Thank you both."
Gu Sheng said calmly.
The three continued their flight, with mountains and rivers swiftly retreating below them.
Suddenly, Nangong Baye frowned.
"Not good!"
Two streaks of tunneling light rose from the ground, chasing after them like sharp arrows.
A hoarse, icy voice echoed from afar.
"Offspring of East Desolation, leave your life here!"
Nangong Yingying’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and instead of slowing down, she accelerated by performing a hand seal.
"Stay close to me!"
"Stop them!"
The pursuers shouted angrily, and dozens of tunneling lights shot up from the ground, surrounding the three in an encirclement.
Nangong Baye’s face turned grim.
"We’ve run into the enemy army on the move! Hundreds of Heavenly Martial Realm fighters, and it’s unknown how many experts are hidden on the ground. Once we’re entangled..."
Gu Sheng scanned the surroundings, calmly asking.
"Can we shake them off?"
"Hard to say."
Nangong Yingying gritted her teeth.
"When both armies are marching, they’ll set up formation platforms to intercept sky-controlling martial artists."
As soon as she finished speaking, the three suddenly fell heavily, their tunneling light dissipating like foam.
An invisible force pulled them rapidly downward.
"The formation platform has been activated!"
Nangong Baye exclaimed.
In mid-air, Gu Sheng adjusted his posture, his voice steady.
"Once we land, you two run back immediately."
"Sir, you..."
Nangong Yingying looked worried.
"I have a way to change my energy and blend in with them."
Gu Sheng interrupted her.
"That’s an order."
Nangong Baye pulled on his sister’s sleeve.
"Military orders are supreme."
The three landed heavily in a dense forest.
The Nangong siblings exchanged a glance and dashed wildly towards the northwest.
Gu Sheng’s figure flickered, heading south.
A moment later, Gu Sheng sensed five energy signatures locking onto him, rapidly closing in.
He stopped, the innate spirit embryo within him slightly vibrating, instantly altering the aura around him from the unique clarity of an Eastern Desolate martial artist to the Southern Border’s distinctive chilling savagery.
"Halt!"
Five martial artists in black leather armor leaped down from the treetops, encircling Gu Sheng tightly.
The leader had a ferocious knife scar on his face, his gaze sharp like an eagle’s.
"Have you seen three martial artists from East Desolation pass by?"
Gu Sheng feigned fear, cupping his fists and saying.
"Sirs, this little one is just a loose cultivator training in the nearby mountains and hasn’t seen any people from East Desolation."
The scar-faced man scrutinized Gu Sheng, seeing he had the authentic aura of a Southern Border martial artist, his clothes stained with the unique black soil of the region, and his suspicion slightly subsided.
"What’s your name? Which sect?"
"I’m Zhao San, with no sect affiliation, just cultivating thirty miles ahead at Black Tiger Mountain."
Gu Sheng bowed his head in response, secretly adjusting the vibration of his spiritual embryo to make his aura more akin to that of the Southern Border locals.
"Scram, and don’t get in the way here."
The scar-faced man waved impatiently, leading his four companions in continuing the search.
After they disappeared into the distance, Gu Sheng took a long breath, and the voice of the innate spirit embryo echoed in his sea of consciousness.
"Master, what sort of existence were you in your past life, being able to perfectly mimic another’s energy signature?"
Gu Sheng’s lips curled slightly.
"The Dao of my previous life was flawed; in this life, I intend to carve a different path."
Without further explanation, he continued his journey deeper into the Southern Border.
Half a day later, a city shrouded in black mist appeared in his view.
The city walls were towering, entirely black, resembling a giant beast lying down.
"Black Water City..."
Gu Sheng squinted his eyes, noting the checkpoints set up around the city, with a strange purple miasma lingering between the checkpoints and the city walls.
"Halt!"
A cold shout came from the checkpoint, and Gu Sheng paused, raising his eyes to see.
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