80: Chapter 80 An auspicious day, preparations for foundation building!

Lin Xiren's figure turned into a wisp of light smoke, merging into the deep night, silently disappearing beyond the courtyard wall.

Gu Changsheng remained standing where he was, not moving.

He quietly sensed the faint vitality radiating from the wooden box in his Storage Pouch. Confirming that the other party had already gone far away, he slowly turned and returned to the dim room.

The transaction was completed.

The process was unexpectedly smooth, yet it made sense.

He pulled over a meditation cushion and sat down again, but did not immediately begin to Cultivate.

He just sat in the darkness, reviewing every detail and every sentence of their conversation in his mind over and over again.

Every movement and every subtle reaction of Lin Xiren was clearly replayed in his mind.

This Devil Head was indeed a smart person.

He was also an extremely selfish egoist, which could be seen from how he unhesitatingly attributed the death of his fellow sect members to a "failed negotiation."

Such a person was the easiest to cooperate with, but also the one that needed the most guarding against.

Because in the face of absolute profit, he would tear up any agreement without hesitation.

However, in the short term, this agreement was solid.

Gu Changsheng reached out and gently stroked his Storage Pouch; that piece of thousand-year green wood heart was the most solid collateral for this agreement.

He could finally Cultivate in peace for a while.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, a shrill scream, like a sharp blade cutting through the silence before dawn, suddenly came from the East District of Wuyin City.

Immediately after, the sounds of shouting, the explosions of Spells, and the crashing of buildings rang out as one.

All the surviving Cultivators in the city were awakened by this sudden change.

"Demonic Cultivators! Demonic Cultivators have broken in!"

"In the East District! Go support them quickly!"

Panic-stricken cries echoed through the ruined streets.

Inside the Listening to Rain Pavilion, Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged, turning a deaf ear to the clamor outside.

He didn't even open his eyes.

It had come.

Lin Xiren's "letter of intent," and also the "letter of intent" he had given himself.

Not long after, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, followed by Pei Xiuyuan's knocking on the door, accompanied by a sobbing voice.

"Master Gu! Master Gu, help!"

Gu Changsheng finally opened his eyes slowly. He deliberately adjusted his aura to appear somewhat chaotic and appropriately revealed a flash of anger at being disturbed on his face.

He waved his hand to open the courtyard gate.

Outside the door, Pei Xiuyuan was disheveled, his clothes stained with fresh blood, and his already haggard face was filled with terror and despair.

"Master Gu! Demonic Cultivators... Demonic Cultivators have attacked! Fellow Daoist Chu... in order to guard the array eye in the East District, he... he has been trapped!"

Gu Changsheng's heart felt cold.

Chu Jing, that reckless man, was destined to die after all.

This was Lin Xiren's show of force, and also the "errand" he had to complete.

Yet, his face revealed the perfect amount of shock and anxiety as he lunged toward Pei Xiuyuan.

"What? Fellow Daoist Chu is trapped? How many Demonic Cultivators are there?"

"I don't know... they are everywhere! Master Gu, I beg you, please save Fellow Daoist Chu! Only you can deal with that Devil Head!"

Pei Xiuyuan was almost kneeling, clutching Gu Changsheng's arm tightly as if it were his only hope.

"Foolish!"

Gu Changsheng shook his hand violently, flinging Pei Xiuyuan off, his face full of "hatred for iron not becoming steel" anger.

"That Devil Head's strength is unfathomable; how could I be his match? The most important thing right now is to gather our forces and hold the City Lord's Mansion! Not to go and die for nothing!"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Pei Xiuyuan's heart.

Pei Xiuyuan was stunned; he hadn't expected this "loyal and righteous" Master Gu to say such cold words.

"But... but Fellow Daoist Chu..."

"If he had a spirit, he wouldn't want to see us put all the Cultivators in the city in desperate straits just to save him!"

Gu Changsheng interrupted him righteously, then changed the subject, his face revealing a trace of reluctance and struggle.

"Forget it... I cannot watch Fellow Daoist Chu die."

He took a deep breath, as if he had made an incredibly difficult decision.

"You go and organize the people immediately to guard the City Lord's Mansion! I will go to the East District to see if I can bring Fellow Daoist Chu back! If it's impossible... you don't have to wait for me!"

These words were spoken with great righteousness, full of the tragic heroism of "I will go even if there are thousands of people."

Pei Xiuyuan's eyes instantly welled up with tears. He looked at Gu Changsheng, feeling that the figure before him had become infinitely tall at this moment.

He had misunderstood Master Gu!

The Great Master was not cold, but saw the situation more clearly than anyone else!

"Master is righteous! We... we will wait at the City Lord's Mansion for your triumphant return!"

Pei Xiuyuan bowed heavily, then turned and ran off stumbling to pass on the orders.

Watching his retreating back, Gu Changsheng turned around expressionlessly, took out a plain Low Grade Flying Sword from his Storage Pouch.

He flew up on the sword, turning into a stream of light, and flew toward the East District where the sounds of fighting were most intense.

If you're going to act, you have to act the whole part.

Since he wanted to "go with the flow," he had to show some "action."

He didn't rush directly to the center of the battlefield, but circled on the periphery, his Divine Sense spreading out cautiously to find a suitable target.

Soon, he locked onto a Demonic Cultivator who was chasing two Shuyu Sect Disciples.

That Demonic Cultivator was in a black robe, with an aura around the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, and his methods were ruthless, forcing the two Disciples, who were only at the Seventh Level of Qi Condensation, to retreat steadily, putting them in danger.

That was him.

Gu Changsheng's thought flickered, and the Flying Sword drew an arc in the air, quietly bypassing the back of that Demonic Cultivator.

He didn't immediately use his strongest Qingyuan Sword Qi.

He just channeled his magic power, condensing an ordinary Sword Qi, and stabbed toward the back of the Demonic Cultivator's heart.

"Rat, you dare to sneak attack!"

The Demonic Cultivator reacted extremely quickly, backhanding a streak of pitch-black Devilish Qi, shattering the Sword Qi, and then turned around with a grim smile.

But when he saw that the person who came was the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation Gu Changsheng, the grim smile instantly froze on his face.

"It's you!"

Gu Changsheng didn't waste words. He wanted a battle that looked intense enough but had a controllable outcome.

He pinched the sword technique, and several sword beams whistled out, engaging with that Demonic Cultivator.

For a time, sword light and Devilish Qi intertwined, and the sound of explosions was endless.

Gu Changsheng precisely controlled his strength to be just a line stronger than his opponent.

He activated the newly learned Floating Light Fleeting Shadow Step, his figure flickering, dodging the opponent's fatal attacks time and again, and occasionally leaving one or two harmless "scars" on his arms or robes.

The two rescued Shuyu Sect Disciples watched from the sidelines in terror, feeling that although this Master Gu had profound cultivation, his combat experience didn't seem to be rich, as he was almost hit by the Demonic Cultivator several times.

After grappling for a full quarter of an hour, Gu Changsheng finally "seized" an opportunity.

He feigned insufficient spiritual power and exposed a flaw.

The Demonic Cultivator fell for it, activating all his Demonic Technique, turning into a huge black ghost claw, and grabbing fiercely toward Gu Changsheng's chest.

"Now!"

Gu Changsheng gave a low drink, no longer holding back.

A flash of green light appeared at his fingertips, and a strand of Qingyuan Sword Qi, refined to the extreme, arrived first despite being launched later.

Swoosh~

The ghost claw, which was capable of splitting stones, was instantly pierced through like paper the moment it touched the green Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi's momentum remained undiminished, precisely nailing into the center of the Demonic Cultivator's eyebrows.

Puff.

The Demonic Cultivator's body froze in mid-air, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Huff~ Huff~

Gu Changsheng leaned on his Flying Sword with one hand, panting heavily, looking completely exhausted.

The two Shuyu Sect Disciples quickly stepped forward, their faces full of admiration and gratitude.

"Thank you, Master Gu, for saving our lives!"

"Master has Divine Might!"

Gu Changsheng waved his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Quick... quickly go to the City Lord's Mansion! It's too dangerous here!"

After he finished speaking, he flew up on his sword without looking back, flying toward the deeper part of the battlefield, leaving behind a resolute and exhausted back.

He didn't strike again.

He just circled around, confirmed that Chu Jing's aura had completely disappeared in the chaotic battle, and then turned his direction and returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

When he appeared in the conference hall, covered in "blood" and stumbling, everyone was stunned by his miserable appearance.

Pei Xiuyuan was the first to rush up, supporting his swaying body.

"Master Gu! You... you're back! Fellow Daoist Chu..."

Gu Changsheng shook his head slowly, his face filled with unbearable grief and self-reproach.

"I arrived a step too late."

He closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down silently.

"Fellow Daoist Chu... in order to protect the array eye, he blew himself up... and perished together... with that Devil Head."

This news plunged the entire hall into dead silence.

All the surviving Cultivators lowered their heads, and an atmosphere of sorrow spread among the crowd.

After this day, Wuyin City completely settled down.

As if fearing Chu Jing's earth-shattering "self-detonation," the Demonic Cultivators never attacked the city head-on again.

Time passed slowly in this strange standoff.

One year later.

Inside the Listening to Rain Pavilion, Gu Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

An unprecedented feeling of power filled his limbs and bones.

His magic power was pure and vast, surging endlessly in his Meridians like a great river about to enter the sea.

Qi Refining Perfection.

With the piling up of massive resources, he only took one year to walk the path that others might need ten years to walk.

During this year, he lived in seclusion, only taking out some "ordinary" Medicinal Pill he refined every once in a while to give to Pei Xiuyuan, maintaining his persona as a "Genius Alchemist."

And Lin Xiren also kept his promise; the harassment of the Demonic Cultivators was limited to the Mortal villages and towns outside Wuyin City. Both sides had casualties from time to time, but there was never a large-scale conflict.

Everything was running smoothly according to his script.

He stood up, walked into the courtyard, and felt the perfect and flawless magic power in his body.

It was time.

After another year or two of consolidation to polish his Foundation until it was flawless, he could choose a lucky day.

Foundation Establishment.

[Thank you to all the godfathers for the gifts, urging for updates, and five-star reviews. I will speed up the plot later, otherwise, people keep saying that this godson is suppressing the power level.]