Longevity: Starting as a menial servant in the Green Wood Sect

The crimson streak of light, like a meteor from outer space, carrying a terrifying spiritual pressure that could change the very fabric of the world, crashed down onto the ruins of the Class C Special Protection Zone.

Dust flew everywhere, and poisonous fog billowed.

An old man dressed in a blood-red robe, with a skeletal face, hovered three zhang above the ground, standing on a gleaming white bone sword. He was surrounded by a dense aura of bloodlust, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, a vision of a churning sea of ​​blood appeared.

Li Tianxing, the deputy sect leader of the Blood Blade Sect, is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The moment he appeared, the immense divine sense belonging to a great cultivator swept outwards without restraint, like mercury spilling onto the ground.

"Hmph, what a mess."

Li Tianxing frowned slightly and let out a cold snort. Although the sound was soft, it struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer, causing several low-level servants to spit out a mouthful of blood and collapse to the ground.

The powerful divine sense did not linger for a moment when it swept over the mess of corpses, Zhou Tong's blood-stained face, and the dark green poisonous cloud that had not yet completely dissipated.

In the end, this divine sense, like an invisible hand, fiercely grabbed the figure who was pushing a cart and stumbling as he tried to break through the poisonous fog.

At this moment, Gu An felt his hair stand on end, and a sense of dread from the depths of his soul made him almost unable to hold onto the handlebars.

That was an absolute condescension from a higher life form to a lower life form.

Even from dozens of feet away, that divine sense still pierced his sea of ​​consciousness like steel needles, causing him excruciating pain.

"Don't move! There absolutely cannot be any extra fluctuations of spiritual energy!"

Gu An roared inwardly, biting his tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to maintain his last bit of clarity.

He lay sprawled on the blood-soaked hearse, his entire being almost one with the stench of rotting flesh. The Corpse Control Technique within him was already operating at its peak, locking his vibrant life force tightly within the deepest part of his dantian.

On the surface of their bodies, the layer of corpse oil that had been evenly coated, mixed with the burnt smell of the explosion, the highly toxic dust, and the rotting odor from the carload of old body parts, formed a perfect camouflage barrier.

In Li Tianxing's perception, he was now a walking corpse that, though still able to move, had been thoroughly corroded by the corpse poison and was utterly worthless.

The crimson divine sense lingered on the cart for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

The pile of nauseating severed limbs on the cart, along with the stench of poisonous corpses that would make even a divine sense feel disgusted, instinctively aroused a sense of revulsion in Li Tianxing, a pampered demonic tycoon who only loved fresh blood essence.

"You mere ants dare to offend my eyes."

Li Tianxing withdrew his divine sense in disgust, failing to notice the faint heartbeat that was being suppressed beneath the thick layer of rotting flesh.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than a lowly laborer who had survived the explosion and was trying to salvage a truckload of ridiculous "public property." The life of such a low-level rogue cultivator was not even worth as much as a stepping stone beneath his feet.

The instant his consciousness shifted away, Gu An felt his back was soaked with cold sweat, clinging damply to his leather armor, causing him extreme discomfort.

But he dared not relax for a moment, maintaining that terrified and greedy expression, pushing the cart while nervously muttering, "My cart...my cart...it can't break down..."

"Zhou Tong!"

Li Tianxing, suspended in mid-air, didn't even glance at Gu An. His cold gaze fell on Zhou Tong, who had just gotten up from the ground. "This is the 'alchemy furnace' you were supposed to guard for me? How did it get into this state? Where's the woman?"

Zhou Tong was now covered in charred soot. His once valuable robe had been reduced to rags, and his face was pitted and scarred by the poisonous gas.

Hearing Li Tianxing's question, he was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, and kowtowed desperately.

"Vice Sect Leader, spare me! Spare me!"

Zhou Tong's voice trembled, his eyes darting frantically to the center of the still churning poisonous fog, but his heart was ice-cold.

It’s over.

The explosion was so powerful that it shattered even the second-tier cold jade bed, let alone Shen Wan, who was already exhausted and on the verge of being poisoned.

That woman had "Living Wood Poison" and a restriction planted by the Corpse Puppet Sect inside her body. Under such a violent explosion, she would probably have long since turned into a pool of pus and blood, leaving not even bone fragments.

If the deputy sect leader finds out that the "alchemy furnace" is destroyed, he'll have to personally inspect that disgusting pile of slag...

Thinking of Li Tianxing's notoriously brutal methods, Zhou Tong felt a chill run down his spine, as if that bone sword was already pressed against his neck.

We need an excuse! We need to cover this up!

Just as Zhou Tong's mind raced and he was sweating profusely, he caught a glimpse of Gu An out of the corner of his eye, who was pushing a cart and trying to slip away like a mouse.

In a flash, a thought of substituting one thing for another and shifting the blame eastward exploded in his mind.

"Vice Sect Leader, please understand!"

Zhou Tong abruptly raised his head, his face contorted with a pained yet eager-to-claim-credit expression. "That woman... the poison within her body suddenly went out of control and exploded! The toxic gas is so potent, instant death upon contact, it has already contaminated most of the camp!"

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate fears that this deadly poison might offend the Vice Sect Master's discerning eye, and even more so that the spread of this poisonous gas might damage the morale of the front lines, so... so I am ordering men to clean it up urgently!"

As he spoke, he stretched out a trembling hand, pointed at Gu An who was pushing the cart, and shouted sternly:

"Lu Guan! You damned piece of trash! What are you standing there for?!"

This loud shout made Gu An, who was about to slip away, pause in his tracks.

He slowly turned around, and on his face, which was so scorched by smoke that it was unrecognizable, a look of extreme fear and confusion appeared, like a lowly soldier who had suddenly been called upon by a big shot.

"M...Master?" Gu An replied in a hoarse, trembling voice.

At this moment, Zhou Tong just wanted to smooth things over as quickly as possible and divert everyone's attention away from the destroyed "crime scene".

He suppressed his panic and took a step towards Gu An, but stopped three zhang away in disgust because of the stench from the carriage. He took out a black iron token that exuded a cold aura from his sleeve and slammed it hard at Gu An.

"Snapped!"

The token struck Gu An's chest with a crisp sound.

"Get the hell out of here with this truckload of damn poison! Get to Mine Three! Dump all this rotting flesh, along with the toxic ash on that truck, into the deepest abandoned mine shaft and bury it!"

Zhou Tong's face was contorted with rage, his voice shrill, as if venting his deepest fear. "This is a top-level warrant! Tell the guards over there that this is a 'source of poison' personally overseen by the deputy sect leader. Anyone who dares to obstruct it will be killed without mercy! If even a wisp of this poisonous gas is allowed to drift back... I'll turn your entire family into corpse puppets!"

Although he was cursing Gu An, every word he said was actually meant for Li Tianxing in heaven.

He was implying that the woman had turned to ashes, and that the truck was carrying that "failed product," which was extremely poisonous and very unlucky; he warned the elderly man not to go near it.

Gu An staggered from being hit by the token, and hurriedly caught the cold iron plate.

He lowered his head, concealing the fleeting glint of light in his eyes.

This week, Tong is truly a "wonderful person".

Not only did they help him cover up his lie and explain Shen Wan's "death without a trace," they even took the initiative to hand him the key to the core area.

This isn't punishment; it's practically sending someone to their death!

"Yes! Yes! I'll go right away! I'll go bury it right away!"

Gu An clutched the token as if it were a priceless treasure, kowtowing repeatedly to Zhou Tong and Li Tianxing in the sky. His grateful and tearful appearance, as if he had received a wonderful job, made Li Tianxing in the air even more convinced that this was just an ignorant fool who had never seen the world.

"Get out of here now!"

Seeing that Li Tianxing did not object, Zhou Tong felt relieved and kicked the wheel of the cart.

"Hey! Hey! I'll get out of here right now!"

Using the force of the kick, Gu An gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, let out a deep roar, his muscles tense, and pushed the incredibly heavy cart loaded with "secrets" as he raced toward the camp gate in full view of everyone.

The wheels crunched over the gravel.

The suffocating stench of corpses wafted as the cart moved, causing the rogue cultivators and low-ranking disciples kneeling on the ground to cover their noses and back away, their eyes filled with disgust and pity.

In their view, this unlucky fellow named "Lu Guan" had taken on this deadly task and was probably not going to return.

What kind of place is Mine No. 3? That's the Corpse Puppet Sect's main place for refining corpses. It's filled with eerie and sinister energy, and even a living person would have to shed a layer of skin to get in.

Gu An dared not turn around.

He didn't even dare to use his divine sense to probe behind him, not even for a moment.

He could only rely on his physical senses to feel the terrifying aura floating in mid-air getting further and further away, and to feel the piercing gaze on his back gradually disappearing.

Ten zhang... fifty zhang... one hundred zhang...

Until the cart completely broke out of the special protection zone, broke out of the logistics camp gate, and plunged headlong into the thick miasma that never dissipated outside.

"call……"

The moment he entered the mist, Gu An did not relax immediately; instead, he quickened his pace.

He was like a wounded lone wolf, dragging his heavy prey, running desperately across the wilderness.

They ran for five or six miles until they were sure there was no sign of any escape light following them, and there was no one else around except for the howling wind and the occasional roar of wild beasts.

Gu An then slowly slowed down his pace.

He stopped the cart, leaned against the blood-stained shaft, and gasped for breath.

The leather armor, already soaked with cold sweat, now clung to his body, feeling icy cold, yet he felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Butcher Zhou, oh Butcher Zhou..."

Gu An raised his hand, and in the dim moonlight, looked at the black iron token in his hand, which was engraved with a ferocious ghost head and exuded the pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage. A cold and mocking smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"I'll accept this token."

"You thought I was going to help you dispose of the body and cover up the evidence, but little did you know... I was going to possess the body and be resurrected."

He glanced back in the direction of Broken Soul Valley.

Flames were shooting into the sky, and Li Tianxing's angry roar could be faintly heard, clearly venting his anger on the remaining people.

But all of this is no longer relevant to him.

"Come out, you're safe for now."

Gu An gently tapped the bottom of the cart.

There was no response from under the partition.

Gu An's heart tightened, and he quickly peeled away the thick layer of rotting flesh and the camouflage board.

Inside the hidden compartment, Shen Wan, dressed in a red robe, remained unconscious.

Her face was deathly pale, her breathing extremely weak, and the poisonous markings that had been suppressed were now showing signs of spreading again. Clearly, the close-range explosion and the forced suppression of her aura had placed a tremendous burden on her body.

Fortunately, the person is still alive.

As long as you're alive, there's hope.

Gu An took out a "Pulse Protection Pill" that he had taken from Steward Ma from his pocket, crushed the wax seal without hesitation, stuffed it into Shen Wan's mouth, and then poured in a gentle stream of Yi Wood True Qi to help her neutralize the medicinal effects.

After doing all this, he covered himself up again, then climbed onto the carriage shaft.

"drive!"

The long whip in his hand crackled crisply in the air.

The two scaled beasts, already agitated by the smell of blood, growled and pulled the cart, speeding towards the No. 3 mine, which lay open like the mouth of a giant beast, deep in the darkness.

The night was deep and shrouded in mist.

A road leading to the unknown and danger, but also to the only way to survive, slowly unfolds beneath the wheels.