45: Chapter 45 Night Abyss

A man stood in the center of the deck.

He was eight feet tall. His long hair was draped loosely over his shoulders.

His upper body was bare, with well-defined muscles that had a dark bronze hue.

His body was covered in crisscrossing scars.

The most fatal one extended from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.

A tattered piece of animal hide was wrapped around his waist.

He stood barefoot on the wooden planks.

His eyes were tightly closed, devoid of any signs of life.

Gu Sheng stood up and walked over to the shell.

He reached out and poked the dark bronze skin.

Hard.

Harder than an Earth Rank Magic Treasure.

"System, bring up the panel."

[Name: None (Pending naming)]

[Gender: Male]

[Cultivation: Nascent Soul Great Perfection (Path of Sanctification through Physical Body)]

[Physique: Ancient Desolate Magic Body (Incomplete Version)]

[Traits: Immune to 60% of spell damage, melee lethality doubled. Pain receptors necrotic.]

Gu Sheng circled the shell twice.

Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

It cannot be considered top-tier combat power in the Central Plains, but combined with the Ancient Desolate Magic Body Physique, resisting a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator is absolutely no problem.

The most crucial point is that it is tough enough and durable enough.

"Are you sure there is no Karma?" Gu Sheng confirmed again.

[Absolutely no Karma.]

Gu Sheng separated a wisp of his Divine Sense.

The Divine Sense left his body and drilled into the man's glabella.

The Sea of Consciousness was empty, with no remaining Soul fragments.

It was very clean.

The moment the Divine Sense took over the shell.

The man opened his eyes.

Gu Sheng possessed two fields of vision simultaneously.

His main body sat in the Grandmaster chair, looking at the man standing in front of him.

In the man's line of sight was Gu Sheng sitting in the Grandmaster chair.

This feeling was very strange.

The man raised his right hand.

Clenched his fist.

The air emitted a muffled sonic boom.

Pure Physical Body strength.

Not a single shred of spiritual power was used.

"From now on, you shall be called Ye Yuan." Gu Sheng gave the Clone a name.

Gu Sheng rummaged through the System space, found a set of black tight-fitting clothes, and threw it to Gu Jiu.

Ye Yuan put on the tight-fitting clothes.

Covering that body of hideous scars.

His temperament instantly changed from a savage to a cold-blooded killer.

"Go to the cabin and wait." Gu Sheng issued the order.

He turned and walked towards the cabin.

With every step he took, the deck emitted a slight sinking sound.

The density of this body was astonishing.

Xuan Kong lit his dry tobacco and took a puff.

"Young Lord, this Puppet technique, this old servant has never seen in his life."

Xuan Kong exhaled the smoke.

"If this Physical Body can find a few Body Tempering medicinal ingredients, a Soul Transformation Breakthrough will be just around the corner."

"Medicinal ingredients?" Gu Sheng leaned back into the Grandmaster chair, "Where in the Central Plains has the most medicinal ingredients?"

"Baicao Valley."

Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Su Qianxue stopped in front of a towering ancient tree. The ancient tree had been cut off at the waist, and a bluestone archway was built on the cross-section. Three large characters were carved on it. Baicao Valley. The air was filled with a rich medicinal fragrance.

Dozens of Loose Cultivators lined up outside the archway. Some had broken arms, others were covered in poisonous sores.

Two Baicao Valley Disciples wearing green Daoist robes guarded the entrance. They held a roster in their hands.

Su Qianxue bypassed the line and walked straight towards the archway.

"Stop." The gate-guarding Disciple on the left took a step across, blocking her path. "Do you understand the rules? Go to the back and queue up."

Su Qianxue stopped. "I am here to find someone."

"Find whom?" The Disciple looked Su Qianxue up and down. She wore a washed-out coarse cloth dress, and there was not a single emblem of any major Central Plains power on her.

"I am looking for your Valley Master." Su Qianxue said.

The crowd erupted. The queuing Loose Cultivators turned their heads one after another.

"Is this girl crazy? What kind of figure is the Baicao Valley Valley Master, is she someone she can see just because she says so?"

"I have been queuing here for three months, and I haven't even seen an outer sect deacon. She opens her mouth and wants to see the Valley Master?"

The gate-guarding Disciple sneered. "The Valley Master has been in seclusion for many years and does not see guests. Get to the back of the line immediately; if you dare to cause trouble again, I will abolish your cultivation."

Su Qianxue did not move.

Danqingzi's aged voice came from the ring. "Girl, take out the wooden token I gave you. That is the highest token of Baicao Valley, the shennong order."

Su Qianxue reached into her bosom. She pulled out a palm-sized, charred black wooden token. The surface of the wooden token was pitted, and there was no fluctuation of spiritual power.

She handed the wooden token over. "Give this to your Valley Master. He will naturally see me once he sees it."

The gate-guarding Disciple glanced at the charred black wood. The mockery on his face deepened. "You bring a piece of rotten wood to fool me? Do you think Baicao Valley is a beggar?"

He raised his hand and slapped towards Su Qianxue's face.

Su Qianxue did not dodge or evade. The Foundation Establishment Great Circle spiritual power circulated within her body. She raised her right hand and accurately gripped the Disciple's wrist.

Crack.

The sound of bone fracturing was exceptionally clear in front of the quiet archway.

"Ah!" The gate-guarding Disciple screamed, clutching his wrist and kneeling on the ground.

The Disciple on the right drew his long sword. "Audacious scoundrel! How dare you act wildly in Baicao Valley!"

Four figures rushed out from behind the archway. All were at the Golden Core Early Stage. The Baicao Valley Enforcement Team.

Four long swords surrounded Su Qianxue tightly. The sword tips pointed directly at her vital points.

Su Qianxue stood in place. The charred black wooden token in her hand was not retracted.

"Who is causing a ruckus here?" An aged voice came from inside the valley.

An old man wearing purple robes stepped through the air and arrived. He landed in front of the archway. Three golden leaves were embroidered on his chest.

Baicao Valley Third Elder, Yuan Tong. Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation.

"Third Elder! This woman trespassed on the mountain gate and injured the gate-guarding Disciple!" The Disciple on the right immediately complained.

Yuan Tong's gaze swept over the Disciple wailing on the ground and finally landed on Su Qianxue. The pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage was released, pressing down towards Su Qianxue.

Su Qianxue's knees bent slightly. She gritted her teeth tightly. Resisting the Nascent Soul pressure head-on.

Yuan Tong snorted coldly. "Considering your cultivation is not easy, sever one of your arms yourself and get out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Su Qianxue raised the charred black wooden token. "I said, give this to your Valley Master."

Yuan Tong glanced at the wooden token impatiently.

His gaze froze.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage dissipated instantly. Yuan Tong took a step forward. He stared fixedly at the charred black wood. On the edge of the wooden token, there was an extremely subtle dark pattern. That was a mark burned by the Nine Nether Ghost Fire.

shennong order.

At the beginning of Baicao Valley's founding, the first-generation Valley Master personally made three shennong orders. Seeing the token is like seeing the Valley Master. It can mobilize all resources of Baicao Valley. Of these three tokens, two were destroyed in the war. The last one disappeared three hundred years ago along with that world-renowned Alchemy Grandmaster.

Yuan Tong's hands trembled. He turned his head abruptly and looked at Su Qianxue. "Where did you get this thing?"

"Given by an Elder." Su Qianxue replied.

Yuan Tong's breathing became rapid. That Grandmaster is not dead? Is this girl the successor of that Grandmaster?

The surrounding Enforcement Team Disciples held their swords, waiting for orders.

"Third Elder, give the order to take this demon girl down!" The injured Disciple shouted.

"Slap!"

Yuan Tong backhanded a slap. The injured Disciple was slapped flying, hit the bluestone archway, and vomited blood wildly.

The whole scene was dead silent.