Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

"Ah..."

The five assassins from the Blood Garment Tower, wearing iron masks, screamed miserably as they were hurled away. Their internal organs were nearly dislocated, and their mouths spurted out blood uncontrollably.

Mo Zilin and others, who were watching from a distance outside the inn, also felt a fierce wind against their faces when Gu Chen unleashed that palm strike, causing a stinging pain on their cheeks.

Even those who were standing far away and watching felt this, it was imaginable what kind of fate befell those assassins of the Blood Garment Tower who were close at hand.

Among the crowd, the pupils of Mo Zilin and the elder of the Heavenly Saber Sect, Hu Wanyuan, suddenly constricted. Such terrifying cultivation shocked both of their hearts deeply.

To think that these were five Vajra Stage martial artists made from copper and iron, and yet they were injured to such an extent by just one palm strike from Gu Chen?

Especially Mo Zilin, who was originally full of confidence, believing Gu Chen could not possibly be his match and had not taken Gu Chen seriously. But after witnessing that scene, Gu Chen's status in his mind had skyrocketed.

In Mo Zilin's view, perhaps Gu Chen's physical body could not reach his level in the Vajra Stage, but in terms of cultivation, Gu Chen was already not much weaker than him.

At the same time, a question emerged in his mind. How could Gu Chen, who was only in his twenties and had just broken through to the Vajra Stage, possess such profound cultivation?

Meanwhile, in the crowd of the Canghai Sect, Yu Qiushi felt a sense of gloom after witnessing Gu Chen's strength.

Back at Phoenix Crying Mountain, he could still consider himself Gu Chen's opponent, exchanging a few moves, but to his surprise, only a few months had passed, and Gu Chen's progress had been so rapid that he could no longer even see his back.

However, Yu Qiushi had a resolute disposition and was not discouraged. Instead, a surge of motivation rose in his heart.

At this moment, inside the inn, the five assassins from the Blood Garment Tower lay scattered on the ground, and it took them a long while to stand back up.

Gu Chen stood still, his demeanor calm and indifferent, as if that palm strike had been a casual effort that did not deplete much of his internal energy.

With his current level of cultivation, even without using martial arts, merely relying on the profound and mighty internal energy within him, he was more than any Vajra Stage martial artist could withstand.

If Gu Chen were to exert his full strength, the entire inn would collapse in an instant, and even Mo Zilin and others watching from not far away would be greatly affected.

But these were no ordinary men - they were killers personally trained by the Blood Garment Tower. Despite some displacement in their internal organs and multiple bone fractures, they bit down on their teeth and stubbornly stood up.

The next moment, they flipped their palms, and five dark cylindrical hidden weapons appeared in their hands, all aimed at Gu Chen.

A faint sense of crisis surfaced in Gu Chen's heart, and the next moment, accompanied by a series of piercing sounds, silver light burst out from five directions, sealing off all possible escapes for Gu Chen.

Mo Zilin, standing in the distance, felt a chill run through his body. With so many Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles, even if he had reached the level of his body as sturdy as a wild dragon, he would have to be very careful and not take anything for granted.

Yang Mingyue stood next to Mo Zilin, her gaze venomous as she watched Gu Chen being besieged. She stared unwaveringly at Gu Chen, wishing nothing more than for him to be dismembered on the spot by those assassins from the Blood Garment Tower.

Hum!

A layer of golden light spread from Gu Chen's body. The protective Golden Bell Shield emerged once again, enveloping Gu Chen within it. The silver needles struck the Golden Bell Shield, and its surface rippled like water, withstanding wave after wave of the relentless Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles.

In the heart of it all, Gu Chen stood firm like a rock on the seashore, unmovable despite the fierce crashing of the waves.

The five cylinders ejected over a thousand Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles, the dazzling silver light making it nearly impossible to keep one's eyes open. Even a Vajra Stage martial artist with a body like a wild dragon standing there would be riddled through, yet Gu Chen, protected by the Golden Bell Shield chant, completely blocked them all.

Upon seeing this, Mo Zilin thought to himself, "It looks like Gu Chen has perfected the Golden Bell Shield, understanding the corresponding martial truth. Otherwise, the Golden Bell Shield would not be so powerful."

Hu Wanyuan glanced at Mo Zilin and asked in a low voice, "What do you think, are you confident?"

The appearance of Gu Chen here also proved that he was going to participate in the Yao Platform Festival, naturally becoming Mo Zilin's opponent and competing for the Jade Spirit Ice Liquid.

Upon hearing this, Yang Mingyue also raised her head to look at Mo Zilin, naturally hoping her 'Brother Zilin' would be able to crush Gu Chen beneath his feet and take revenge for her.

Mo Zilin smiled slightly and said with an air of arrogance, "Although a fully-mastered Golden Bell Shield is somewhat troublesome, it is nothing to worry about. After all, the Vajra Stage puts more emphasis on physical cultivation, and having reached the level of my body as a wild dragon, the Golden Bell Shield alone will not be able to stop me."

In Mo Zilin's opinion, even if Gu Chen had a deep understanding of martial arts and had perfected the Golden Bell Shield, comprehending merely one martial truth would not be enough. He had perfected two superior martial arts, understanding two truths, easily overpowering Gu Chen in quantity.

Furthermore, judging by the time Gu Chen had been at the Vajra Stage, even if his progress was rapid, his physical realm could definitely not compare with his, so facing Gu Chen, Mo Zilin felt very confident in his chances of victory.

"Brother Zilin, you must take revenge for me!" Yang Mingyue put on an extremely aggrieved facade and looked at Mo Zilin.

Mo Zilin smiled faintly, his eyes filled with pride, and said, "Don't worry, elder brother will surely take revenge for you. It's not time yet, though. When the Yao Platform Festival begins, I will defeat Gu Chen in front of everyone. By then, I want the whole world to know that the reputation of the Heavenly Saber Sect is not just a rumor, and Gu Chen's name is merely exaggerated."

"Mhm!"

Upon hearing his words, Yang Mingyue nodded heavily, her gaze towards Gu Chen filled with a hint of triumph.

Hu Wanyuan also nodded slightly, as he had a favorable opinion of Mo Zilin's capabilities. After all, even the Sect Master Yang Ling had praised Mo Zilin's talent, and he was the unrivaled choice for the next Sect Master of the Heavenly Saber Sect.

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At this moment, inside the inn, the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needles had already been fired, and although the five assassins from the Blood Clothes Tower had their faces covered with black iron masks, one could still see from their eyes just how shocked they were now.

"Time to send you on your way!"

Gu Chen, in a black gown, handsome in appearance, with black hair cascading down his back, had very cold eyes.

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he struck with the force of thunder, his body shooting out like electricity. He approached a Blood Clothes Tower assassin and struck out with a palm, directly shattering the man's heart meridian.

After that, Gu Chen repeated the process, his figure flashing repeatedly in the darkness. Those assassins from Blood Clothes Tower couldn't react in time and had their lives taken away with a single palm from Gu Chen.

Gu Chen didn't leave any survivors, because these assassins of Blood Clothes Tower had been trained from a young age and were all extremely stubborn. Interrogating them would be a waste of effort.

Seeing Gu Chen so effortlessly slay five assassins from Blood Clothes Tower, the various martial artists of the Jianghu looked at him with shock in their eyes, starting to believe that the rumors of Gu Chen's soul-shocking swordsmanship might indeed be true.

Mo Zilin floated over and fist-palmed towards Gu Chen, saying, "Lord Gu has impressive strength, Mo admires it. My junior sister was quite offensive to you just now. Here, I would like to apologize on her behalf. If Lord Gu doesn't feel this is enough, please voice any demands you might have."

On the other side, Yang Mingyue, who had been promised something by Mo Zilin, wasn't causing a scene anymore and stood there with a stiff face, silent.

Gu Chen glanced at Mo Zilin. He had thought Mo Zilin approached him because he wanted to take advantage of his post-battle weariness and strike against him, but it seemed that the reputation of the Jing Tian Department had its effects. With this identity, there were few martial artists in the world who would dare to openly attack a Metropolitan Procurator from the Jing Tian Department.

Of course, the likes of Blood Clothes Tower and the demonic cults didn't count. After all, they had always hidden in the shadows, and even if they didn't strike at the Jing Tian Department, Da Xia wouldn't let them off.

But the Heavenly Saber Sect was different. Their sect's gates were right there. Mo Zilin had to choose the right timing and reason for any action.

After the battle, Gu Chen had no desire to stay there any longer. He didn't say a word, ignoring Mo Zilin and his group, and simply left the place.

If it weren't for the fact that Gu Chen wasn't completely confident in dealing with Hu Wanyuan, who had reached the Gang Qi Stage, he would have already made his move and left Mo Zilin and his group behind right there.

As he passed by the Canghai Sect, Gu Chen nodded at Yu Qiushi, who nodded back.

This time, Yu Qiushi had come to the Yao Platform gathering to broaden his horizons. The younger generation of the Canghai Sect truly had few outstanding individuals to offer, and they could only be onlookers at the Yao Platform gathering.

Seeing himself ignored by Gu Chen, a hint of irritation flashed in Mo Zilin's eyes. He felt that Gu Chen was really not very perceptive, but he still held it in, took a deep breath, and did not act out.

Everything would become clear at the Yao Platform gathering.

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Quickly, another three days passed. Gu Chen had been traveling without rest, and on this day, he arrived at a place known as Cloud Smoke City.

Dozens of miles outside Cloud Smoke City was a lake, and beside the lake stood a mountain shrouded in mist—it was where the gates of the Yao Platform Sect were located.

However, since the Yao Platform gathering hadn't started yet, the Yao Platform Sect wasn't receiving visitors at this stage, so Gu Chen came to Cloud Smoke City to wait.

Today, Cloud Smoke City was bustling, with red lanterns hanging along the streets and people coming and going. Although it was night, it felt like day.

Walking down the street, following the crowd, Gu Chen was looking for an inn to stay in, but after inquiring at several places, all were already full with no rooms left to offer him.

This made Gu Chen somewhat puzzled. How had all the powers arrived so quickly? The Yao Platform gathering wouldn't start for another seven or eight days, yet they had all already arrived?

At that moment, as Gu Chen walked down the street, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. Turning around, he saw a young man with an unremarkable appearance and a smile on his face.

Gu Chen felt a sense of familiarity emanating from the man, but he was sure he had never seen this person before.

After all, Gu Chen's mental acuity was not weak; if he had seen someone before, he would certainly remember them.

This was quite strange then. Never having met, yet feeling familiar, a spark of insight suddenly flashed through Gu Chen's mind, and he instantly recognized the identity of the man before him.

"You are... Luo Feng?!"

Indeed, the person before him was "Grass on the Wind," Luo Feng, whom Gu Chen had encountered in Li Mountain County.

The young man smiled faintly, saying, "Brother Gu really has sharp eyes. After so long without seeing each other, you recognized me at a glance upon our meeting. I even start to wonder if you've drugged me, or if you have some personal designs on me, to remember me so vividly?"

Upon hearing this, several black lines appeared on Gu Chen's forehead, saying, "Are you really this thick-skinned?"

"Thick-skinned? What do you mean by that?" Luo Feng looked puzzled.

Gu Chen shook his head, realizing that Luo Feng didn't understand this kind of "avant-garde" language from a previous life. He took another look at Luo Feng and said, "Never mind, it doesn't mean anything. What about you, how did you end up here?"

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