303: Chapter 303 Behave Yourself

A Sky-Blue Long Rainbow violently tore through the thick mist.

The mystic ice treasure ship abruptly halted.

Below, was an endless dark green marsh.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of decaying mud shot straight into the sky.

Tens of thousands of low-level Loose Cultivators were densely packed in the mud.

To contend for a spot on the dry land closer to the inner circle, Magical Artifacts clashed and Talismans flew chaotically.

Severed limbs and broken arms tumbled in the muddy water.

This was an ownerless land, without a Golden Core True Lord to suppress it.

The most primitive and cruel bottom-tier ecosystem of the Cultivation World.

The view pulled up.

Hundreds of luxurious treasure ships and white jade cloud platforms were scattered in the air.

Formation light screens completely isolated the filth below.

The Purple Mansion True Persons of various Sects sat upon them, sipping tea and discussing the Dao.

Their posture, overlooking the mud below, exuded absolute indifference.

The rigid class barrier was distinctly cut by this hundred-zhang-high Void Realm.

On the deck of the mystic ice treasure ship.

Shen Zhiwei, in a sky-blue palace dress, stood at the bow.

The Cangxuan Decree's magical power circulated on her body, purifying all the rising bloody Qi.

She slightly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the grey-robed Daoist behind her.

Gu Changsheng's hands were tucked into his sleeves, his face unperturbed.

Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan, wrapped in grey-black corpse qi, stared intently at the corpses of the Loose Cultivators below with his cloudy eyes.

Those were excellent Materials for refining corpses.

Chen Mu stood at the very edge, purplish-blue vines writhing restlessly at his feet.

He licked his dry lips, revealing a bloodthirsty fervor.

To the east.

On a Gilded Treasure Ship engraved with the Central Plains Totem.

Three Purple Mansion True Persons, clad in brocade robes, were clinking cups.

One of them, with a fleshy face, casually picked up a second-grade Blood Ginseng with one hand.

He casually tossed it out of the Formation light screen, letting it fall into the crowd of Loose Cultivators below.

"Whoever snatches it will be rewarded with a hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

The light syllables fell.

The mud below instantly boiled.

Hundreds of Qi Refinement Stage Loose Cultivators completely lost their minds, pouncing madly towards the Blood Ginseng.

As soon as the person in front got hold of it, they were pierced through the heart by a sword from behind.

Blood dyed the mud within a ten-zhang radius red.

Ear-splitting laughter erupted from the Gilded Treasure Ship.

"Hahaha!"

"Look at that one with a missing leg, he's climbing quite fast!"

The Central Plains Immortal Master with the fleshy face slapped his thigh, mocking without restraint.

The other two Immortal Masters echoed him, raising their wine goblets.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings who haven't even touched the Dao path."

"Yet they dare to covet the Opportunities of Yunmeng Marsh."

"Let them bite each other, just for amusement."

A Foundation Establishment Stage Loose Cultivator, covered in blood, was forced into a desperate situation.

His eyes crimson, he conjured a damaged Flying Sword and roared as he shot into the sky.

Heading straight for the bottom of the Central Plains treasure ship.

"You high and mighty old dogs, I'll fight you to the death!"

Desperate roars echoed in mid-air.

The brocade-robed Immortal Master didn't even put down his wine goblet.

He flicked a finger.

A crimson Fire-Elemental True Essence struck down.

Bang.

The Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator exploded directly into a charred blood mist in mid-air.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The remnants scattered and fell into the mud below.

Once again triggering a frantic scramble.

The Central Plains Immortal Master with the fleshy face clearly hadn't had enough fun.

He waved a hand.

Dozens of Low-Grade Spirit Stones poured down like a torrential rain.

"Everyone, snatch them for this Master!"

"Whoever snatches the most, this Master will bestow upon them a foundation establishment pill!"

foundation establishment pill.

These three words were like a spark igniting the mud.

The Qi Refinement Stage Loose Cultivators below completely went mad.

Even those Loose Cultivators who were originally observing joined the battle with bloodshot eyes.

For a few Low-Grade Spirit Stones, even blood brothers unhesitatingly drew swords against each other.

An old man was held down in the mud by several young Loose Cultivators and drowned alive.

His Storage Pouch was instantly torn apart.

The few Spirit Stones inside had just rolled out, triggering a new round of slaughter.

Gu Changsheng stood on the deck.

Green Qi flowed on his left, Death Qi surged on his right.

The foundation of the Five Methods of the Purple Mansion was firmly locked within a small area.

He overlooked this farce, his facial muscles twitching imperceptibly.

A chilling, low chuckle escaped him.

These Purple Mansion Old Ancestors, who considered themselves high and mighty.

Had no idea that in the face of true rules, they were no different from the mad dogs biting each other below.

The butcher's knife of dimensionality reduction had long been hanging over their necks.

Toying with the lower class for a few Spirit Medicine, such shallow malicious pleasure was utterly foolish.

True powerhouses would only lurk in the shadows, waiting for the most fatal strike.

Gu Changsheng felt no pity in his heart.

The Cultivation World was inherently a meat grinder that devoured people without spitting out bones.

But he despised the methods of these Purple Mansion cultivators.

Those Central Plains Immortal Masters seemed to be toying with the Loose Cultivators.

In reality, they were using the flesh and blood of these Loose Cultivators to test the Formation Restrictions on the periphery of Yunmeng Marsh.

The more Loose Cultivators died, the heavier the resentment and blood Qi.

The ancient Restrictions hidden deep within the mud would then reveal flaws due to excessive consumption.

This was the true purpose of these Purple Mansion Old Ancestors.

Regarding all living beings as grass.

Filling pits with human lives.

Their methods were too crude.

"These people from the Central Plains are still acting this way,"

Shen Zhiwei's red lips parted slightly, her voice cool and clear.

Gu Changsheng didn't even have the inclination to respond to her.

He released an extremely faint wisp of Divine Thought.

Silently skimming along the clouds, it swept across the entire scene.

He needed to confirm the trump cards of all forces.

The Wutu Cloud Platform of the Zhenyue Sect from the Eastern Barrens and the sword-shaped Flying Boat of the Solemn Gold Palace were both arrayed on the west side.

The auras of Immortal Master Xuanyue and Immortal Master Dugu were absent.

It seemed that the commotion Gu Changfeng caused in the Eastern Barrens successfully tied up these two veteran Purple Mansion cultivators.

The ones who came were two Elders in the Early Stage of Purple Mansion.

Not worth worrying about.

His Divine Thought continued to spread southward.

The Wan Sha Hall's blood-colored Tower ship from the Southern Border was anchored directly south.

Blood Fiend Master, that old ghost, sat at the highest point of the Tower Ship, his Evil Qi soaring to the sky.

The pressure of the Five Divine Abilities of the Purple Mansion was released without concealment.

Gu Changsheng's Divine Thought swept past the deck of the Tower Ship.

It wasn't there.

Among the Purple Mansion Elders of the Wan Sha Hall, only one person was missing.

Ling Yunzhi was absent.

This excellent occasion for contending for ownerless golden essence, and that mad dog didn't come?

Gu Changsheng's knuckles tapped lightly on his arm inside his sleeve.

Making a subtle thud.

Something was unusual.

He slightly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Chen Mu behind him.

Chen Mu, sensing Gu Changsheng's gaze, immediately straightened his back, his face full of fervor.

Gu Changsheng sneered inwardly.

Ling Yunzhi's absence was mostly due to Chen Mu's previous chaotic rampage, which tied him up.

Was his Origin injured? Or was he guarding against a sneak attack from the Corpse Yin Sect?

Either way, having one less variable was only beneficial for his actions in Yunmeng Marsh.

Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan leaned closer, lowering his voice.

"Old Ancestor."

"Over at the Wan Sha Hall, Blood Fiend Master is personally leading the team."

"That pair of Purple Mansion Dao Companions from the Hehuan Sect has also arrived."

"The Qianhuan Sect's cloud platform is hidden in the mist, its true nature unclear."

He paused, his tone revealing a hint of calculation.

"Should we go say hello to the Southern Border's camp first?"

Gu Changsheng didn't even turn his head.

"Say hello?"

"Do you think this Master isn't exposing himself fast enough?"

The plain syllables carried an icy chill.

Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan trembled all over, immediately shutting up and retreating.

He almost forgot, this Protracting Purity Old Ancestor was currently using a hidden identity.

If he were to approach them actively, and Blood Fiend Master saw through it.

This grand plan would be completely ruined.

Chen Mu licked the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Old Ancestor, should this Disciple go down and kill for a while?"

The Ember-Born Flower in his body yearned greatly for the massive blood Qi and Death Qi below.

Gu Changsheng pressed down with one hand.

"Behave yourself."

Chen Mu immediately reined in his aura and obediently retreated to his original position.

Immortal Master Sect Master Youquan was secretly astonished.

This Protracting Purity Old Ancestor's suppressive power over unruly demonic cultivators like Chen Mu was terrifying.

A single sentence could make this mad dog obedient.