"Just you wait and see, Gu Sheng. Just a whelp from a small sect—you won't be able to jump around for long!"
An elder with a sharp, acerbic face and skin like withered bark sneered coldly, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.
This was none other than Feng Xing Elder of the Thousand Poison Sect, acting under Elder Wu Gui's orders.
In the days that followed, Gu Sheng no longer confined himself to the Holy Pill Sect, but ventured out frequently for training.
Especially through fighting Demon Beasts, which sharpened his combat instincts and awareness, and their corpses could also be sold for money.
Demon Fox Mountain.
Lately, Gu Sheng had often come here for trials, hunting various Demon Beasts, and today's harvest was abundant.
He was preparing his provisions, eager to enjoy a hearty barbecue meal.
In the distant sky, winds surged and clouds billowed. Gu Sheng sensed a powerful presence approaching.
