Chapter 296: That life tablet, is it Mu Sanniang? (Three chapters today, please subscribe, please continue reading~)
Nascent Soul True Monarch…
Upon hearing these four words, Mu Sanniang was slightly stunned.
She was only at the Qi Refining stage, yet her “Master” wanted her to directly swallow a Nascent Soul? Even the thought of it seemed absurd.
The ancient voice continued, “Don’t be afraid, I just released my divine sense and sensed his condition. He’s likely been locked in this Nether Prison for a hundred years. His cultivation and techniques have long since gone to waste, and his mind has been eroded by Yin energy. He’s practically a fool, which is absolutely a heaven-sent opportunity for you!”
It was no wonder she was so excited; such an opportunity was truly rare. The old woman naturally didn’t elaborate on whether she could swallow it or what the consequences would be. As long as she obtained the Nascent Soul True Monarch’s soul, it would be time for her to close her net. At that point, what did the girl’s life or death matter to her? As she had said before, how could someone easily swayed by emotions ever achieve the Great Dao?
Sensing a trace of impatience in her “Master’s” tone, Mu Sanniang’s eyes flickered. She finally spoke. “The Nether Prison has seven layers. The Nascent Soul True Monarch you’re referring to is likely imprisoned on the very bottom layer. Even if I wanted to go down, it’s not very realistic.”
Hearing this, the old woman in her sea of consciousness frowned. She had been momentarily blinded by this immense opportunity and was less calm than the girl. Now that she thought about it, things were indeed as the girl said. With her cultivation, she could still move freely in the first three layers. However, if she went further down, she would inevitably face one fierce battle after another. Those Golden Core stage fierce beasts that had already condensed Demon Cores were not comparable to those on the first three layers.
But, could she really just give up like this? The old woman’s expression was somewhat unpredictable. Opportunities were always fleeting. Who knew if she would be able to sense that extremely weak aura again the next time she entered the Nether Prison? After all, she had only been able to pinpoint his location precisely because he was mentally unstable and his aura had accidentally leaked out.
As she understood these points, the old woman gritted her teeth, feeling very unwilling. But on the other side, the girl had already raised the life tablet again. Mu Sanniang was not a fool and did not intend to blindly obey.
However, at this critical moment, a violent cough suddenly sounded from behind the girl. The cough seemed to suppress much pain. Mu Sanniang found the sound somewhat familiar. She subconsciously turned around.
In the next moment, an incredibly fierce gale struck, blowing up a corner of the girl’s white skirt. It also completely pushed the girl’s slender figure into the abyss. Mu Sanniang’s eyes widened slightly. She saw a hunched man standing quietly at the edge of the entrance to the third layer, his head bowed. The uniform of a Shang Xuan Peak disciple on the man was already tattered. At this moment, tens of thousands of tiny black insects were crawling out of his exposed skin one after another. Witnessing this scene firsthand, the girl’s eyes couldn’t help but shrink slightly.
Her body hung in the air, falling rapidly. The gale grew even fiercer, like a persistent leech, swirling the girl’s body and showing no signs of stopping. Her long black hair danced in the air. Gripping the life tablet tightly, the girl blinked, not panicking, her expression still calm. It was just that the teleportation formation within the life tablet… seemed to have malfunctioned.
Meanwhile, on the seventh layer of the Nether Prison. Deep within, in a prison cell forged entirely from profound iron. In the center of the cell stood a high stone platform. A figure, shriveled like dried meat, lay quietly on the platform. His hair was extremely long, covering his entire face. The only part exposed, his eyes, were tightly shut. His body was rotting and oozing pus in many places. A blood-red long sword was directly plunged into his abdomen. It was this long sword that pinned the man to the platform, rendering him unable to move.
Countless dark red bloodstains flowed down from the stone platform and spread across the ground, resembling a giant, evil blood lotus slowly blooming. The entire prison cell exuded a sense of foreboding, giving people a heart-pounding illusion. Then, as if sensing something. The man’s tightly shut eyes moved infinitesimally. A蛊 worm, about the size of a fingernail, slowly crawled out from the corner of the man’s closed eye. The back of the蛊 worm displayed a dazzling golden brilliance, so striking in this dark and dim prison. A subtle, intriguing curve appeared at the corner of the man’s mouth. He knew that a fish had taken the bait.
This year, snow piled high on the branches of South Mountain. The young man, holding a paper umbrella, stood at the place he had agreed upon with his older sister until the dawn of the next day. The faint morning light shone on his elegant face. He stood exceptionally straight, like a deeply rooted tree. The paper umbrella blocked most of the wind and snow, but it couldn’t block the increasingly thick layer of snow at his feet. In just one night, the accumulated snow had already submerged his ankles, indicating how intense the snowfall had been.
After standing for another quarter of an hour, ensuring that the last trace of dusk had vanished from the horizon. Chen An finally took a step. He knew that his older sister likely wouldn’t be able to keep her promise. But it didn’t matter; it was what he had expected. Now that it had happened, it felt like a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart. His expression was calm; he was not annoyed by the broken promise, nor did he show any great anger. After all, he knew better than anyone that such a day would come sooner or later.
Today, it seemed something big had happened on Shang Xuan Peak, as figures constantly streaked across the sky. This added a bit of liveliness to the usually peaceful mountain. However, looking at the solemn expressions on the faces of the passing figures, it was unlikely they were here to enjoy the “liveliness.” When Shang Xuan Peak was mentioned, people’s first thought would be the ingrained impression of the disciples being hot-tempered, fierce in combat, and extremely protective of their own. Further on, there was the Nether Prison, located deep within Shang Xuan Peak.
Next to the entrance of the Nether Prison stood a hall called the Nether Hall. It was responsible for handling matters related to entering and exiting the Nether Prison. However, normally, very few disciples would come to the Nether Prison, and the Nether Hall was naturally exceptionally deserted. But today, the Nether Hall was unusually crowded with dozens of figures, all with heavy expressions.
Shortly after, a tall and thin figure arrived on a sword. The disciples of Shang Xuan Peak inside the hall quickly went to greet him, saying in unison, “Master, you’ve arrived!” The one who arrived was the Peak Master, Zuo Yunshan, known as True Monarch Yunshan, a Nascent Soul cultivator. Zuo Yunshan’s expression was extremely grim. He ignored them and walked into the hall without a word.
Inside the Nether Hall sat an old man with white hair and beard. Zuo Yunshan paused upon seeing the old man. He spoke, asking, “Xu Lin, on which layer did my disciple Feng Xiang Song’s life tablet shatter?” The old man, called Xu Lin, raised his eyebrows slightly and replied, “The seventh layer.”
Hearing this answer, Zuo Yunshan frowned, his face showing disbelief. “How could he go to the seventh layer?” Xu Lin glanced at him, then said again, “There is still one person’s life tablet on the seventh layer.” As these words were spoken, the Nether Hall fell into a dead silence. Not a sound could be heard. However, this silence was soon broken by another sound. The sound came from outside the hall.
*Crunch, crunch.* It was the sound of footsteps stepping into the snow. Everyone looked towards the sound and saw a young man holding a paper umbrella appearing outside the hall. His expression was calm, and he asked softly, “That life tablet, is it Mu Sanniang?”
Three chapters today!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 296: That life tablet, is it Mu Sanniang? (Three chapters today, please subscribe, please continue reading~)
Nascent Soul True Monarch…
Upon hearing these four words, Mu Sanniang was slightly stunned. She was only at the Qi Refining stage, yet her “Master” wanted her to directly swallow a Nascent Soul? Even the thought of it seemed absurd.
The ancient voice continued, “Don’t be afraid, I just released my divine sense and sensed his condition. He’s likely been locked in this Nether Prison for a hundred years. His cultivation and techniques have long since gone to waste, and his mind has been eroded by Yin energy. He’s practically a fool, which is absolutely a heaven-sent opportunity for you!”
It was no wonder she was so excited; such an opportunity was truly rare. The old woman naturally didn’t elaborate on whether she could swallow it or what the consequences would be. As long as she obtained the Nascent Soul True Monarch’s soul, it would be time for her to close her net. At that point, what did the girl’s life or death matter to her? As she had said before, how could someone easily swayed by emotions ever achieve the Great Dao?
Sensing a trace of impatience in her “Master’s” tone, Mu Sanniang’s eyes flickered. She finally spoke. “The Nether Prison has seven layers. The Nascent Soul True Monarch you’re referring to is likely imprisoned on the very bottom layer. Even if I wanted to go down, it’s not very realistic.”
Hearing this, the old woman in her sea of consciousness frowned. She had been momentarily blinded by this immense opportunity and was less calm than the girl. Now that she thought about it, things were indeed as the girl said. With her cultivation, she could still move freely in the first three layers. However, if she went further down, she would inevitably face one fierce battle after another. Those Golden Core stage fierce beasts that had already condensed Demon Cores were not comparable to those on the first three layers.
But, could she really just give up like this? The old woman’s expression was somewhat unpredictable. Opportunities were always fleeting. Who knew if she would be able to sense that extremely weak aura again the next time she entered the Nether Prison? After all, she had only been able to pinpoint his location precisely because he was mentally unstable and his aura had accidentally leaked out.
As she understood these points, the old woman gritted her teeth, feeling very unwilling. But on the other side, the girl had already raised the life tablet again. Mu Sanniang was not a fool and did not intend to blindly obey.
However, at this critical moment, a violent cough suddenly sounded from behind the girl. The cough seemed to suppress much pain. Mu Sanniang found the sound somewhat familiar. She subconsciously turned around.
In the next moment, an incredibly fierce gale struck, blowing up a corner of the girl’s white skirt. It also completely pushed the girl’s slender figure into the abyss. Mu Sanniang’s eyes widened slightly. She saw a hunched man standing quietly at the edge of the entrance to the third layer, his head bowed. The uniform of a Shang Xuan Peak disciple on the man was already tattered. At this moment, tens of thousands of tiny black insects were crawling out of his exposed skin one after another. Witnessing this scene firsthand, the girl’s eyes couldn’t help but shrink slightly.
Her body hung in the air, falling rapidly. The gale grew even fiercer, like a persistent leech, swirling the girl’s body and showing no signs of stopping. Her long black hair danced in the air. Gripping the life tablet tightly, the girl blinked, not panicking, her expression still calm. It was just that the teleportation formation within the life tablet… seemed to have malfunctioned.
Meanwhile, on the seventh layer of the Nether Prison. Deep within, in a prison cell forged entirely from profound iron. In the center of the cell stood a high stone platform. A figure, shriveled like dried meat, lay quietly on the platform. His hair was extremely long, covering his entire face. The only part exposed, his eyes, were tightly shut. His body was rotting and oozing pus in many places. A blood-red long sword was directly plunged into his abdomen. It was this long sword that pinned the man to the platform, rendering him unable to move.
Countless dark red bloodstains flowed down from the stone platform and spread across the ground, resembling a giant, evil blood lotus slowly blooming. The entire prison cell exuded a sense of foreboding, giving people a heart-pounding illusion. Then, as if sensing something. The man’s tightly shut eyes moved infinitesimally. A蛊 worm, about the size of a fingernail, slowly crawled out from the corner of the man’s closed eye. The back of the蛊 worm displayed a dazzling golden brilliance, so striking in this dark and dim prison. A subtle, intriguing curve appeared at the corner of the man’s mouth. He knew that a fish had taken the bait.
This year, snow piled high on the branches of South Mountain. The young man, holding a paper umbrella, stood at the place he had agreed upon with his older sister until the dawn of the next day. The faint morning light shone on his elegant face. He stood exceptionally straight, like a deeply rooted tree. The paper umbrella blocked most of the wind and snow, but it couldn’t block the increasingly thick layer of snow at his feet. In just one night, the accumulated snow had already submerged his ankles, indicating how intense the snowfall had been.
After standing for another quarter of an hour, ensuring that the last trace of dusk had vanished from the horizon. Chen An finally took a step. He knew that his older sister likely wouldn’t be able to keep her promise. But it didn’t matter; it was what he had expected. Now that it had happened, it felt like a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart. His expression was calm; he was not annoyed by the broken promise, nor did he show any great anger. After all, he knew better than anyone that such a day would come sooner or later.
Today, it seemed something big had happened on Shang Xuan Peak, as figures constantly streaked across the sky. This added a bit of liveliness to the usually peaceful mountain. However, looking at the solemn expressions on the faces of the passing figures, it was unlikely they were here to enjoy the “liveliness.” When Shang Xuan Peak was mentioned, people’s first thought would be the ingrained impression of the disciples being hot-tempered, fierce in combat, and extremely protective of their own. Further on, there was the Nether Prison, located deep within Shang Xuan Peak.
Next to the entrance of the Nether Prison stood a hall called the Nether Hall. It was responsible for handling matters related to entering and exiting the Nether Prison. However, normally, very few disciples would come to the Nether Prison, and the Nether Hall was naturally exceptionally deserted. But today, the Nether Hall was unusually crowded with dozens of figures, all with heavy expressions.
Shortly after, a tall and thin figure arrived on a sword. The disciples of Shang Xuan Peak inside the hall quickly went to greet him, saying in unison, “Master, you’ve arrived!” The one who arrived was the Peak Master, Zuo Yunshan, known as True Monarch Yunshan, a Nascent Soul cultivator. Zuo Yunshan’s expression was extremely grim. He ignored them and walked into the hall without a word.
Inside the Nether Hall sat an old man with white hair and beard. Zuo Yunshan paused upon seeing the old man. He spoke, asking, “Xu Lin, on which layer did my disciple Feng Xiang Song’s life tablet shatter?” The old man, called Xu Lin, raised his eyebrows slightly and replied, “The seventh layer.”
Hearing this answer, Zuo Yunshan frowned, his face showing disbelief. “How could he go to the seventh layer?” Xu Lin glanced at him, then said again, “There is still one person’s life tablet on the seventh layer.” As these words were spoken, the Nether Hall fell into a dead silence. Not a sound could be heard. However, this silence was soon broken by another sound. The sound came from outside the hall.
*Crunch, crunch.* It was the sound of footsteps stepping into the snow. Everyone looked towards the sound and saw a young man holding a paper umbrella appearing outside the hall. His expression was calm, and he asked softly, “That life tablet, is it Mu Sanniang?”
Three chapters today!
(End of this chapter)
