Immortality Begins with Comprehending the Dao Scripture 

After returning to the Treasure-Seeking Pavilion, Song Changsheng resumed his routine life. He kept his word and treated Zhu Yiqun to a hearty meal at the Jade Delicacy Restaurant, but aside from that, he remained cooped up in the artifact refining chamber, silently honing his crafting skills. 

Due to the lack of sufficient second-grade materials for practice, his progress in artifact refinement was slow. He was still a small step away from reaching the level of second-grade lower quality. 

One day, after completing a batch of orders, Song Changsheng headed downstairs to get some fresh air. As he stepped out, he suddenly felt a strange sensation and instinctively looked toward the street. 

His eyes cut through the bustling crowd and instantly locked onto a figure wearing a silver mask. Song Changsheng's pupils shrank sharply. 

"Feng Wuming?!" 

A sudden jolt of fear struck his heart. But when he looked again, the spot was already empty. 

"So he's come… but why show himself to me on purpose? Was that a warning, or...?" Song Changsheng was puzzled. 

"This guy is dangerous. I need to come up with a way to eliminate him." 

He had originally planned to return to his clan and lay low until his strength improved before dealing with this karmic entanglement. But he never expected the other party to come knocking so soon. In that case, he wouldn't hesitate to call for help. 

Back in his room, Song Changsheng took out the message-flying sword that Song Luyao had given him. He drew a drop of essence blood to awaken it, whispered a few words, and the sword turned into a stream of light flying toward Cangmang Peak... 

Since reinforcements would take time, he decided it would be safest to stay in his room and cultivate in the meantime. 

As night fell, Song Changsheng stood by the window, facing the silver moon, and began to absorb the energy of moonlight. 

About half an hour into his cultivation, he started to feel an unusual heat. At first, he thought nothing of it, but the sensation grew rapidly stronger his dantian felt like it was on fire. 

Thinking he had run into a cultivation deviation, he hastily began chanting the Heart-Clearing Incantation, but no matter how many times he recited it, nothing changed. 

The excruciating pain almost made him cry out. 

Suddenly, an image of the silver mask from earlier flashed in his mind, and he realized with shock he had been poisoned with a Gu worm. 

"Damn, Gu masters impossible to guard against! Just one brief encounter and I've fallen into his trap. But don't think I'll go down that easily!" 

Clenching his teeth, Song Changsheng forced himself into a cross-legged posture. Forming hand seals, he began to circulate the Yin-Yang Profound Essence Scripture, activating the Primordial Qi he had stored in his dantian for many years. 

This Primordial Qi had been slowly accumulated over time by absorbing the essence of the sun and the energy of the moon immensely versatile and rare. In over a decade, he had only managed to gather a wisp and a half and had always been reluctant to use it. 

But now, he could no longer afford to hold back. 

He summoned every bit of it to suppress the violent chaos surging within his dantian. 

At the same time, his spiritual sense swept through his body, and finally, in a barely noticeable corner of his dantian, he found it: a maggot-like creature wriggling. 

The worm was blood-red, with part of its body burrowed deep into his dantian while the other part spewed out an unknown gas. 

It was this gas that was causing his unbearable pain. 

"A-Gu worm, just as I thought! Burrowing into my dantian let's see if I don't burn you to ashes!" 

His face was contorted with agony as he intensified the technique. The Primordial Qi in his dantian began to separate transforming into pure sun essence and moonlight energy. 

The yin-type moonlight became a protective membrane, shielding his fragile meridians and energy channels. 

The yang-type sun essence ignited into blazing flames inside his dantian, turning it into a furnace that began refining everything within. 

The pain was unbearable, like being burned alive but Song Changsheng gritted his teeth and held firm. 

Gu worms were fragile; in such an environment, they couldn't possibly survive. Before dying, it attempted to rupture his dantian's energy sea, but the sun essence was the ultimate yang, extremely fierce and overwhelming it incinerated the worm instantly. 

This method of breaking the Gu was brutal and direct something no ordinary cultivator could endure. 

Infusing one's dantian with pure sun essence? That was a death wish. Even if the Gu died, the host would be reduced to ash as well. 

Only Song Changsheng, with his unique cultivation technique and the protective power of the moonlight, could emerge unscathed. 

"Phew..." 

He let out a long breath before collapsing to the floor like a rag doll. In that brief moment, nearly all his spiritual energy had been burned away. 

At this moment, he was weaker than he had ever been. 

Just as the Gu worm perished, a scream suddenly rang out from an inn not far from the Treasure-Seeking Pavilion. 

Clutching his chest, Feng Wuming cried out in disbelief and fury, "My Fire Venom Gu... it's dead?! How could he possibly kill my Fire Venom Gu?!" 

The Fire Venom Gu was one of the five lifebound Gu worms Feng Wuming had personally nurtured. Though only at first grade, it was enough to trouble many Foundation Establishment cultivators. He had intended to use it to control Song Changsheng, yet Song had forcibly refined it to death. 

This wasn't just the loss of a Gu worm it also caused Feng Wuming to suffer severe backlash from the spiritual connection being severed. 

He simply couldn't understand how Song Changsheng could destroy the Fire Venom Gu so quickly. That wasn't something a mere Qi Refining cultivator should be capable of! 

"Cough, cough... I need to treat my injuries fast." Feng Wuming hurriedly took out some pills and began healing himself. 

While he was still recovering, Song Luyao and the others, who had received Song Changsheng's message, arrived at Liuyun Market. 

Given how dangerous Gu Masters was, not only had Song Luyao come in person, but the Grand Elder, Song Xianyun, had descended from the mountain himself, bringing powerful treasures with him determined to eliminate this threat directly. 

Upon arrival, they coordinated with several of the market's stationed guardians. 

Wang Wanzhou and the Li Clan were already allies of the Song Clan, and they immediately agreed to assist once informed. 

Du Huating, who had clashed with Song Changsheng and Song Luyao in the past, had no intention of cooperating initially. But the moment he heard a Gu Master was lurking in the market, his attitude changed drastically he immediately agreed to help. 

The infamy or rather, notoriety of Gu Masters had long spread throughout the entire cultivation world of the human race. Whenever one dared to show themselves publicly, cultivators would rally to eliminate them without hesitation. 

Five Foundation Establishment experts joined forces, laying down an inescapable trap as they began sweeping the market in a thorough search. 

Feng Wuming had already used his Gu worms to control several puppets disguised as common workers, like inn attendants, scattered throughout the market. He received reports as soon as the search began. 

Though the enemy came in force and his injuries had yet to heal, Feng Wuming remained calm. This wasn't the first time he'd faced a siege like this he was confident he could break through. 

He awakened his remaining lifebound Gu worms one by one, then quietly waited for the right moment to strike. 

At that moment, Song Xianyun reached the area near the inn. His spiritual sense spread outward, scanning for anything suspicious. 

Suddenly, the inn's roof exploded, and Feng Wuming shot into the sky. With a flick of his sleeve, a Gu worm launched silently and swiftly aimed straight at Song Xianyun's chest... 

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