Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 188 The Holy Son of Flowing Clouds is Not What He Used to Be

Changqing Peak is located on the back mountain of Liuyun Sect.

The morning mist in early spring is like a very thin white veil, enveloping the green bamboo covering the mountains and fields.

The mountain path, paved with bluestone, winds its way upwards, with moss covered in dew on both sides of the stone steps.

Several white cranes preened their feathers by the spring halfway up the mountain. The spring water flowed down the rock wall and into the deep pool below, making a crisp dripping sound.

This place was originally just a nameless, desolate peak, but after Gu Yan decided to settle here, the sect leader of Liuyun Sect, Qingyunzi, personally ordered that the peak be named Changqing Peak, and mobilized seven formation elders from the sect to set up a spirit-gathering formation here without sleep or rest.

Today, Changqing Peak has a small, acquired spiritual vein buried underground, rich in spiritual energy and with fresh air.

The originally simple bamboo house on the mountaintop has also been renovated.

While retaining the rustic appearance of bamboo and wood, the wood used is entirely composed of century-old lightning-struck wood and thousand-year-old purple bamboo.

The steps are paved with warm, lustrous jade, and even the window frames are inlaid with deep-sea pearls that ward off dust and insects.

All of this is because the owner of this mountain is the pillar of the younger generation of the Flowing Cloud Sect, and even the entire Eastern Continent: Gu Changsheng, the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

As dawn broke, the stone steps of Changqing Peak were already crowded with people.

Hundreds of Liuyun Sect disciples, dressed in outer and inner sect attire, stood in neat rows outside the mountain gate.

They held in their hands elixirs, magical treasures, and even some rare and exotic beasts sent by their respective families.

Everyone looked up, their gazes filled with almost fanaticism and awe, fixed on the bamboo house that was faintly visible on the mountaintop.

At the front of the line, a slightly chubby inner disciple wiped the sweat from his brow and whispered to his companion beside him:

"Have you heard? Yesterday, Elder Zhou from the Cangxuan Sect sent another batch of thousand-year-old Cistanche deserticola, saying it was to replenish His Highness's qi and blood. This is the Cangxuan Sect's protective elixir; even their own true disciples rarely get to see a single piece of it."

His companion nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with fervent pride: "That's nothing! The Guixu Sect even sent three of their most prized healing pills, the Life-Creating Pill. Our Holy Son is now a great benefactor who saved the entire cultivation world of Dongzhou. If it weren't for the Holy Son risking his life to break the deadlock in the competition, exposing that old thief Zhao Wuji's conspiracy to collude with the Demonic Sect, and reconciling the conflict between the two sects with supreme righteousness, Dongzhou would have been awash in blood by now."

The chubby disciple swallowed hard, recalling the past, a hint of fear and shame flashing in his eyes: "Back then, when the Holy Son first entered the inner sect from that poor, remote place like Changning County, I secretly mocked him as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. Now that I think about it, I was truly blind. The Holy Son was tempering his heart in the mortal world, biding his time. For him to be accepted as a disciple by that elusive Nascent Soul stage expert, what extraordinary talent that must be!"

"Silence! This is the place where the Holy Son cultivates in seclusion. How dare you speak ill of the Holy Son's past here?"

A cold shout came from above the mountain path.

Two graceful figures slowly walked down the bluestone steps.

The woman on the left, dressed in a fiery red outfit with two short swords hanging at her waist, looked heroic and valiant. She was none other than Su Hongxiu, one of the top-ranked inner disciples of the Liuyun Sect.

The woman on the right wore a long purple dress with cloud patterns. Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet she exuded an aloof arrogance that kept people at a distance. She was Nangong Yue, the pride of the Nangong family.

Upon seeing these two top-tier senior sisters from the inner sect approaching, the hundreds of disciples outside the mountain gate immediately fell silent and bowed their heads in respect.

Su Hongxiu and Nangong Yue ignored these ordinary disciples.

Each of them carried a sandalwood tray covered with red silk, and turned to step onto the stone steps leading to the bamboo house on the mountaintop.

As she walked along the quiet mountain path, Su Hongxiu's usually irritable and straightforward face was filled with apprehension.

She looked down at the tray in her hands, which contained a century-old Seven Star Begonia that she had obtained from Wanbaoge after selling most of her wealth.

"Nangong, do you think... the Holy Son will see us?"

For the first time, Su Hongxiu's voice carried a hint of tension.

Nangong Yue pursed her lips tightly, the hem of her long purple dress trailing on the stone steps.

Her eyes, which always held a haughty air, concealed complex emotions: "He is the Holy Son, with the world in his heart, so naturally he won't take our past offenses to heart."

Nangong Yue's voice was cold and clear, but upon closer listening, it lacked a certain confidence.

The scene of the eve of the Dongzhou Grand Competition simultaneously flashed through their minds.

At that time, they were ordered to lead Gu Yan to participate in the competition.

Su Hongxiu even drew her knife in front of him and made a throat-slitting gesture at Gu Yan, making no attempt to hide her threat that she would cut off his legs if he dared to run away. She also mocked him, saying that he was only able to get to where he was today because of his background as a Nascent Soul Master.

As for Nangong Yue, she was even more ruthless, treating Gu Yan as a hopeless burden who couldn't be helped, telling him to go to the lower deck of the airship and that he didn't even deserve to stand on the same deck as her.

When Gu Yan encountered danger in the spatial cave, Nangong Yue even felt that saving him was not worthwhile at all, as the team could travel faster without a burden.

But what was the result?

In that bloody competition, it was this burden they had all looked down upon who broke the Dongzhou historical record with a terrifying score of 38,000 points.

Not only that, he also stepped forward in a desperate situation, joined forces with the three great prodigies to fight against the demon, and exposed the true face of the Grand Elder Zhao Wuji.

When they saw Li Qingge, Zhou Tianqi, Tuoba Ye, those unparalleled geniuses who were unapproachable, willingly bowing deeply to Gu Yan and respectfully calling him the number one person of their generation in Dongzhou.

Su Hongxiu and Nangong Yue felt as if they had been slapped countless times across the face, their faces burning with pain.

They considered themselves geniuses, but in the face of the true moon, they became blind, clowns.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the bamboo house.

The bamboo door was half-closed, and a faint scent of medicine mixed with sandalwood wafted out from the crack.

"Come in."

A weak, gentle voice, as warm as jade, came from inside the room.

Su Hongxiu and Nangong Yue trembled, exchanged a glance, and cautiously pushed open the bamboo door and went inside.

The interior was decorated very elegantly.

Gu Yan was wearing a loose white robe, his face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

He leaned back on the soft couch covered with snow fox fur, holding an ancient book in his hands, occasionally covering his lips and letting out a suppressed cough.

Seeing Gu Yan's frail and sickly appearance, Su Hongxiu's heart clenched. She had personally witnessed how spirited and charismatic Gu Changsheng was during the competition.

Now, in order to save his fellow Daoists in Dongzhou, he forcibly used a secret technique, resulting in damage to his Dao foundation and leaving him practically a cripple.

This sense of righteousness made Su Hongxiu, who admired strength and was pragmatic, feel a deep sense of shame.

"Hongxiu greets Senior Brother Holy Son."

Su Hongxiu immediately knelt down, raising the sandalwood tray above her head, her voice choked with emotion: "In the past, Hongxiu was blind and offended me with her words, even speaking harshly to Senior Brother. Today, Hongxiu has come to apologize. This is an eight-hundred-year-old Seven-Star Begonia, which has miraculous effects on repairing meridians. Please accept it, Senior Brother. If you are angry, you are welcome to hit or scold me; Hongxiu will have no complaints."

Gu Yan put down the ancient book in his hand, his deep black eyes looking at Su Hongxiu kneeling on the ground, a tolerant smile appearing on his lips: "Junior Sister Su, please get up. You are straightforward and hate evil, and you were thinking of the honor of Liuyun Sect during the competition. It is only natural that you were wary of me in such a dangerous situation. If I, Gu Changsheng, do not even have this much tolerance, how can I be worthy of the position of Holy Son bestowed upon me by the Sect Master?"

Gu Yan pointed to the round stool next to him: "I'll accept the medicine, and I appreciate your kindness. Let bygones be bygones."

Hearing Gu Yan's magnanimous words, Su Hongxiu's eyes instantly reddened, and her irritable temper completely transformed into deep admiration.

She stood up and respectfully stepped aside, not daring to look directly into Gu Yan's clear eyes.

Seeing this, Nangong Yue took a deep breath.

She was proud by nature and rarely bowed her head, even when facing the sect leader.

But at this moment, facing this young man sitting on the soft couch, who seemed to have lost all his cultivation, she lowered her proud head, which was rare for her.

Nangong Yue placed the tray on the table, took two steps back, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed deeply: "Nangong Yue pays respects to the Holy Son. In the past, Nangong was arrogant and haughty, valuing only cultivation over character, regarding the Holy Son as a burden, and even speaking rudely when in danger. Now I realize that the Holy Son's heart is as vast as the sea, and Nangong's utilitarian mind is utterly filthy in the Holy Son's presence." (Readers are discussing: What exactly happened? Join the discussion.)

Nangong Yue raised her head, her cold eyes filled with sincerity and awe: "This is a fourth-grade Rejuvenation Pill treasured by the Nangong family. I hope it can help the Holy Son's injuries. From now on, Nangong Yue is willing to obey the Holy Son's orders, even if it means going through fire and water."

Gu Yan looked at the once arrogant noblewoman in front of him, and sneered inwardly, but his expression became more and more compassionate.

He sighed, coughed twice while covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and a bright red stain immediately appeared on the handkerchief: "Junior Sister Nangong, you flatter me. We cultivators cultivate not only immortality, but also the noble heart to help the world. The reason why my Liuyun Sect can stand firm in Dongzhou is precisely because of the pride of talents like you. Your pills are quite precious, and I feel unworthy to accept them, but in order to recover my cultivation as soon as possible and protect Dongzhou, I have no choice but to accept them shamelessly."

Gu Yan casually held the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, his eyes revealing a resolute determination to sacrifice everything for the sake of all living beings: "Go back now, and tell the disciples outside not to waste resources on a useless person like me. The sect is in dire need of manpower right now, so let them cultivate diligently to prevent the demonic sect from making a comeback."

Su Hongxiu and Nangong Yue looked at the blood-stained handkerchief, their eyes both reddening.

Despite his severe injuries, the Holy Son was still concerned about the cultivation of his ordinary disciples and the safety of Dongzhou.

Such noble character is simply that of a saint walking among men.

The two bowed deeply again, their eyes red, and quietly withdrew from the bamboo building.

Until the bamboo door closed again.

The weakness and pity on Gu Yan's face vanished without a trace in an instant.

He casually tossed the handkerchief stained with fake blood into the brazier at his feet, watching the flames engulf it.

On the table were the Seven Star Begonia and the Four-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, which the two women had brought.

These are all powerful treasures that could trigger life-or-death battles for Golden Core cultivators.

But in Gu Yan's eyes now, they were nothing more than slightly tasty snacks.

Just as Gu Yan was about to casually put these things into his storage ring.

Very light footsteps could be heard again outside the bamboo house.

This time, the footsteps were steady, without Su Hongxiu's impatience or Nangong Yue's heaviness.

With a thought, Gu Yan's pale face, which had just disappeared, instantly reappeared, and he once again appeared to be on the verge of death.

The bamboo door was gently pushed open.

A woman dressed in a plain white dress, with a cool and aloof demeanor, walked in.

She carried a thermos food box in her hand, her long black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face, without any makeup, was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

Unlike Su Hongxiu and Nangong Yue.

When Gu Yan was at his lowest point, and everyone regarded him as a cheater and someone with connections, Shen Youwei stood firmly by his side.

When the competition was in danger, she did not hesitate to protect Gu Yan behind her.

When Zhao Wuji launched his attack, she knelt down in front of the entire sect, disregarding her own life, and accused the Grand Elder of colluding with the Demonic Sect.

Despite her aloof appearance, Gu Yan's cold heart still held a sliver of special affection for this woman who was deeply loyal and affectionate.

"Junior Brother Gu."

Shen Youwei did not call him Holy Son, but used the old title.

She walked to the soft couch and opened the food box.

A rich aroma of medicinal cuisine wafted through the air.

Inside was a pot of tender, stewed chicken soup, with many precious, nourishing medicinal herbs floating in it.

"I personally went to the medicinal cuisine restaurant to cook this. The heat was just right. Drink some while it's hot."

Shen Youwei spoke softly. She picked up the porcelain bowl, took out a white jade spoon, and gently blew on the steam.

Gu Yan looked at the deep worry hidden in her clear, cold eyes and did not refuse.

He straightened up slightly and, with Shen Youwei's help, drank more than half of the chicken soup in the bowl.

The warm soup flowed down my throat, and I could feel a warm current spreading through my meridians.

"How's things going in the sect lately?"

Gu Yan asked softly.

Shen Youwei put down the porcelain bowl, took out a clean handkerchief, and handed it to Gu Yan: "The lineage of Elder Zhao Wuji has been completely eradicated by the sect leader. Anyone who participated in the plot to harm their fellow disciples has had their cultivation abolished and been expelled from the sect. Now, the entire Liuyun Sect is united like never before. Everyone... respects you very much."

Shen Youwei paused, her gaze falling on Gu Yan's pale face, her eyes dimming: "It's just your injury. I heard from the elders of the Pill Pavilion that once the Dao Foundation is damaged, unless one possesses the supreme methods of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it's very difficult to recover to the peak. Junior Brother Gu, do you regret it? You've sacrificed your future for those who once looked down on you."

Gu Yan looked into Shen Youwei's eyes, and the smile on his face became gentle and sincere.

He didn't use the same righteous rhetoric he used to appease Su Hongxiu and the others, but instead said softly, "Senior Sister Shen, the cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world. I saved them because they still have value and can stabilize the situation in Dongzhou. As for my injuries, you don't need to worry about them."

Gu Yan lowered his voice, a mysterious glint in his eyes: "Before my master left, he left a primordial mark in my soul. My weakness these past few days is actually a process of breaking free from my cocoon and transforming. In less than three months, I will be able to rebuild my Dao foundation and even reach a higher level. I am only telling you this."

Upon hearing this...

Shen Youwei's tense body suddenly relaxed.

A misty veil settled over her cool eyes, which then transformed into undisguised ecstasy: "Really?"

She grabbed Gu Yan's sleeve, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

"When have I ever lied to my senior sister?"

Gu Yan smiled and patted the back of her hand.

Shen Youwei took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a smile as bright as melting snow bloomed on her face: "That's great. As long as you get better, that's more important than anything else. You should rest well, and I'll come to bring you some medicinal food again tomorrow."

Shen Youwei packed up the food box and walked briskly out of the bamboo house.

That silhouette exuded an unprecedented sense of ease.

The bamboo door closed again.

The mountain breeze rustled through the bamboo forest.

This time, no one bothered them.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.

The gentle smile on Gu Yan's face faded away like the tide.

He stood up from the soft couch, his back straight, showing no sign of weakness.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.

The gentle smile on Gu Yan's face faded away like the tide.

He stood up from the soft couch, his back straight, showing no sign of weakness.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.

Within his dantian, the divine demonic nascent soul, half bathed in sacred golden light and half imbued with dark red blood energy, was breathing slowly and powerfully.

The terrifying pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage flowed through his body, but it was perfectly locked within this physical body by the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique," without leaking out in the slightest.

Gu Yan walked to the table and looked at the mountain of healing medicines.

The Cistanche deserticola of the Cangxuan Sect, the Life-Creating Pill of the Guixu Sect, the Seven-Star Begonia of Su Hongxiu, and the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill of Nangong Yue.

All of them are top-tier resources in Dongzhou.

He extended his right hand, and a dark red light appeared in his palm: "Swallow."

These priceless medicinal herbs withered instantly under the shroud of blood-red light, transforming into the purest medicinal essence, which was then swallowed whole by the divine demon nascent soul.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power within his body grow stronger once again.

"The identity of the Holy Son is truly a perfect disguise."

He sneered inwardly.

Those Nascent Soul stage monsters from Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect never dreamed that the massive resources they sent to win over Liuyun Sect and curry favor with that ethereal Nascent Soul stage master would all be used to feed the most terrifying and peerless demon in their hearts.

On the surface, he was a righteous and compassionate leader, enjoying the respect and worship of thousands.

In secret, he was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Great Yan royal family, making the entire Eastern Continent tremble with fear, and was ready to reap the lives of all the people in the Eastern Continent at any time.

Black and white, good and evil, have become an impenetrable net in Gu Yan's grand game of chess.

He walked to the window and pushed open the bamboo window.

Looking at the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples still worshipping at the foot of the mountain, a strange red light flashed in Gu Yan's eyes. He muttered to himself, "The injury is almost fully faked. I should find some time to visit the Cangxuan and Guixu Sects as the Holy Son of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

A cold wind blew into the bamboo house, causing Gu Yan's white long robe to flutter.

That fabricated title of a powerful deity can be squeezed out of even more value.