300: Chapter 300 Getting to Work

Tens of millions of miles away.

On the edge of the East Sea, within a dark cavern at the bottom of an abyss.

Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged on a white jade stone couch.

The void was forcibly torn apart by a domineering force.

Gu Changfeng, clad in a plain white Daoist robe, stepped out from the Great Void turbulence.

The two bodies stood facing each other across the space.

Gu Changfeng's body instantly dissipated, transforming into an extremely solid blue-black dao seed.

Along with hundreds of Storage Rings filled with top-grade spiritual materials from the Eastern Desolation, it flew straight into Gu Changsheng's hand.

Boom!

Boundless Wither-Bloom Magic Power exploded wildly within his Dantian.

The "Withered Wood Meets Spring Scripture" operated to its limit.

The insights from several Divine Abilities—Life-Substitution Aspect, Soul-Guiding Melody, and Sealing Fragrance Ash—blended perfectly within his Sea of Consciousness.

Gu Changsheng's bones crackled throughout his body, and his Meridians instantly widened several times over.

The pressure of his Five Divine Abilities of the Purple Mansion at Perfection rose once again.

The golden droplet suspended in his Dantian erupted with a blinding light.

An unprecedented Peak state.

Gu Changsheng closed his eyes, feeling the surging power within him.

Recalling this Clone was originally intended to keep an extra trump card for the Yunmeng Marsh Grotto-Heaven.

The Clone, using the identity of "Gu Changfeng of the Taiqing Sect," had caused an upheaval in the Eastern Desolation.

Now that he had withdrawn, he left behind a mess on the Taiqing Sect's Main Peak.

That woman Si Yuanzhi, facing the onslaught of two veteran Purple Mansion Cultivators, was likely fuming with rage.

But as long as the Taiqing Sect's great Formation remained unbroken, those two old ghosts could only stare helplessly from the outside.

The Taiqing Sect was left firmly holding the bag for this mess.

Meanwhile, he had retreated safely with the most bountiful spoils of war.

A few days later.

Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged on the stone couch, his knuckles lightly tapping his knee.

Emitting a dull thudding sound.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the golden system panel flashed frantically.

Crimson notification characters almost forcibly exploded across his entire field of vision.

[Intelligence Refresh]

[The junction of the Eastern Desolation, Southern Border, and Central Continent.]

[An ancient wood-attribute Grotto-Heaven has appeared in Yunmeng Marsh, containing the unowned 'primordial wood golden essence'.]

[This news has fully exploded across 172 Mortal towns and 315 cultivation markets in the three regions.]

Gu Changsheng's tapping motion came to an abrupt halt.

His face twitched violently.

Shen Zhiwei had just used this as a top-secret bargaining chip to trade with him.

And the next moment, the news was common knowledge everywhere?

Not only were the Purple Mansion experts aware, but even the low-level Loose Cultivators at the Qi Refinement Stage were spreading the word.

Gu Changsheng pinched a seal with one hand, activating the mother-child dao seed.

The Karma line leading towards the Corpse Yin Sect in the Southern Border was instantly connected.

Chen Mu's hoarse and extremely excited voice crashed directly into his mind through his Divine Thought.

"Old Ancestor!"

"The Southern Border has gone mad!"

"The Purple Mansion Cultivators of the Wan Sha Hall, Hehuan Sect, and Qianhuan Sect have come out in full force."

"Even those Loose Cultivators waiting to die in deep forests and old mountains are like hyenas catching the scent of blood."

"They're swarming toward Yunmeng Marsh in droves!"

Chen Mu spoke rapidly, the background filled with the whistles of Magical Artifacts cutting through the air.

"The teleportation Formations along the way are completely overwhelmed."

"To fight for a teleportation slot, dozens of groups of Loose Cultivators are killing each other right at the market entrances."

"Blood is flowing like a river!"

"This Disciple has already scoured all the water and wood spiritual materials from the Corpse Yin Sect's treasury and is awaiting your orders, Old Ancestor!"

Gu Changsheng directly cut off the transmission.

Deathly silence returned to the cavern.

The fanaticism of Loose Cultivators is the cheapest yet most lethal fuel in the Cultivation World.

These low-level Cultivators don't care at all about the pressure of the mighty.

As long as there's even a slight chance of touching the Great Dao.

They would dare to throw their lives directly into the meat grinder that is Yunmeng Marsh.

Gu Changsheng summoned the system panel.

With a wave of his hand.

The 50,000 Top-Grade Spirit Stones he had just acquired in his Storage Ring shattered with a bang.

They transformed into a majestic torrent of Spiritual Qi that was sucked into the panel.

[Deduction Target: Source of the Yunmeng Marsh news leak.]

Golden light flashed brilliantly.

The returned result, however, made Gu Changsheng let out an extremely cold sneer.

[The sources are extremely scattered.]

[Undercover agents of the Qingsong Daoist Academy in the Eastern Desolation, death soldiers of the Wan Sha Hall in the Southern Border, the Central State Alliance...]

[A total of 1,342 initial dissemination points.]

[Unable to trace a single Karma line.]

Gu Changsheng raised his right hand and crushed the Spiritual Qi residue in mid-air.

There was no need to continue the deduction.

This method was too crude, yet too effective.

To be able to accurately plant the news into the intelligence networks of all major forces across the three regions overnight.

Even the teahouses and taverns where Loose Cultivators gathered were not spared.

Aside from those high and mighty Golden Core True Lords who held the rules of heaven and earth.

Who else could have such a grand style?

Who else had such power?

"What a brilliant open scheme."

Gu Changsheng tilted his head back and laughed out loud.

His laughter echoed in the dark cavern, causing the stalactites on the ceiling to shatter inch by inch.

The Golden Core old monsters cannot enter Yunmeng Marsh.

The repulsive force of the ancient Grotto-Heaven would directly crush any True Lord who tried to descend by force.

They can only send their Peak Purple Mansion subordinates inside to risk their lives.

But the interior of the Grotto-Heaven is heavily restricted and full of dangers.

What to do?

Release the news completely!

Let all the Loose Cultivators, small families, and third-rate Sects in the world get involved.

Use these hundreds of thousands or millions of low-level Cultivators to fill the Formations!

To trigger the traps!

To serve as cannon fodder for scouting!

The muddier the water, the better those direct descendants of the True Lords hiding in the shadows can fish in troubled waters.

"Want to use everyone in the world as pawns?"

Gu Changsheng's laughter gradually subsided, as the blue-black Wither-Bloom Magic Power rolled wildly over his body.

"How coincidental."

"This is exactly what I like best."

Muddy water?

Who in this world is better at hiding than a monster like him, who has achieved Perfection in the five Purple Mansion methods and possesses the taiyin submerging spirit jade?

Even if those direct descendants of True Lords brought Magic Treasures or life-bound marks.

In the ancient Grotto-Heaven of Yunmeng Marsh, which isolates heavenly secrets, they must obediently follow the rules of the Purple Mansion.

A dimensional reduction strike.

Gu Changsheng's face twitched, the deathly black aura in his eyes reaching an extreme intensity.

He stood up.

His dusty Daoist robe fluttered without any wind.

His toe nudged the black cat sleeping spread-eagled on the ground.

Coal Ball let out an extremely dissatisfied screech and did a somersault in mid-air.

Gu Changsheng grabbed the scruff of its neck with one hand.

And roughly stuffed it into his wide sleeve.

"Time to get to work."

This Middle Stage Purple Mansion Heaven-Swallowing Hou's space-devouring power would definitely be a Sharp Weapon for breaking Formations within the Grotto-Heaven.

Before going to Yunmeng Marsh.

He must first return to the Southern Border.

Over in the Eastern Desolation, the Taiqing Sect was being blockaded by two Sects joined together.

Although the Clone Gu Changfeng had been recalled, his true body must never show its face in the Eastern Desolation.

Once entangled by those two old ghosts, Dugu and Xuanyue.

It would certainly attract the attention of Golden Core True Lords from the Eastern Desolation and even the Central Continent.

Although the taiyin submerging spirit jade had been repaired, it could not withstand the scrutiny of a group of True Lords.

The Corpse Yin Sect of the Southern Border.

That was his legitimate base of operations.

The identity of "Old Ancestor Protracting Purity," having been in secluded meditation for decades, was also due to emerge.

Gu Changsheng's hands rapidly formed seals.

Pure spatial power compressed rapidly at his fingertips.

The great void barrier was domineeringly torn open, revealing a pitch-black rift.

He stepped inside.

His figure was instantly swallowed by the violent spatial turbulence.

Deathly silence returned to the cavern.

Tens of millions of miles away.

The Forbidden Ground in the back mountains of the Corpse Yin Sect, Southern Border.

The deepest part of the Myriad Corpse Pit.

The dense, inseparable Corpse Emperor Evil Qi lingered here year-round.

In the center of a simple Spirit Gathering Formation built from bleached white bones.

A piece of withered wood lay quietly at the array eye.

This piece of withered wood had been lying here for three full years.

Every so often, it would emit an extremely violent surge of mana.

Creating the illusion of a Purple Mansion Old Ancestor breaking through a Bottleneck.

Tricking Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan outside into running in circles.

At this moment.

The space above the Formation distorted violently without warning.

A pitch-black rift was forcibly torn open.

Before the violent Great Void astral winds could spill out.

They were domineeringly crushed by a surge of interwoven blue-black Wither-Bloom Magic Power.

That shriveled piece of withered wood instantly exploded into a cloud of fine powder.

A deathly figure interwoven with blue and black condensed into form without warning amidst the sky full of bone powder and Evil Qi.