Chapter 296: What Exactly Happened in the Nether Prison?
“Is that life tablet Mu Sanniang’s?”
The young man’s voice was quiet, and it was impossible to discern any particular emotion.
Upon hearing the name, some people looked enlightened, while others appeared confused. Clearly, not everyone knew of Mu Sanniang.
However, they had all heard of the young man standing outside the hall, and some had even spoken with him. He was the Sect Master’s personal disciple and the most famous Junior Brother of Tianxuan Peak. Chen An.
Inside the hall, the old man in charge of the life tablets nodded.
“That’s right, it is Mu Sanniang.”
He took out Mu Sanniang’s life tablet and placed it on the table. The life tablet was intact, symbolizing that the girl was currently in no danger.
Next, the old man channeled his spiritual energy into the life tablet. A small red dot appeared on the tablet, indicating the girl’s precise location. She was indeed on the seventh layer of the Nether Prison. Beside her, another red dot was very close. It was Feng Xiang Song! Most importantly, the red dot representing Feng Xiang Song was no longer flickering. On the table, another life tablet was covered in web-like cracks.
“Could it be that Senior Brother Feng and Mu Sanniang encountered danger together, and he lost his life protecting her?” someone couldn’t help but guess.
However, others quickly refuted this. “If what you say is true, then how could she be unharmed when Senior Brother Feng himself perished in such danger?” “Besides, what kind of danger could have prevented them from even activating their life tablets?” The implications within these two sentences caused everyone to fall silent again.
Suddenly, a roar filled with suppressed anger broke the silence. The one who spoke was Zuo Yunshan, the Peak Master. With a flick of his sleeve, he boomed, “Where is our Senior Brother? Why isn’t he here yet?!” A knowledgeable disciple stepped forward and respectfully replied, “Master, Senior Brother was near the Nether Prison when he received the news. He immediately took a life tablet and went in to rescue them.” Zuo Yunshan’s expression froze. His beloved disciple had died so inexplicably, and he was filled with a rage with nowhere to vent. He had finally found someone to question, only to almost wrongly accuse them. He then turned and glanced at the young man who had been standing outside the hall, feeling inexplicably agitated. Zuo Yunshan snorted, left a parting remark, and swept away.
“I’m going to the Nether Prison myself to see what happened!” “You all stay here and do not wander.” His own second disciple had died so inexplicably right on their doorstep. It sounded utterly absurd, especially happening to Shang Xuan Peak, which was always protective of its own. Zuo Yunshan was already showing great restraint by not leveling the Nether Prison right then and there.
Inside the hall, the disciples looked at each other, their faces filled with grief and solemnity. They held their breath, daring not to make a sound, afraid of angering their Master further. Only the young man outside the hall moved his eyes slightly. He looked at a sword shadow flying across the sky and said softly, “Peak Master Zuo, there’s no need for trouble.” Zuo Yunshan paused, stopping in his tracks, and looked with the young man. The sword shadow slowly stopped, revealing a burly young man with a resolute face. It was Lu Ning, the Senior Brother of Shang Xuan Peak who had gone to the Nether Prison to rescue them. He was also one of the top combatants of Tai Xuan Sect’s younger generation. Lu Ning’s cultivation was extraordinary; he had successfully condensed his Golden Core last year, entering the Golden Core realm, and had always been a leading figure in Shang Xuan Peak.
At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if deeply troubled by something. A cold shout jolted him awake. “Lu Ning, where is he?!” Lu Ning was clearly somewhat dazed and was startled by his Master’s shout. He instinctively replied, “Him? Who?” Zuo Yunshan’s face twitched violently as he landed a slap. “I’m asking about your Junior Brother!” Hearing the words “Junior Brother,” Lu Ning finally snapped out of his daze. His expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, “Junior Brother Feng… he has perished.” Although he already knew the answer, hearing it directly from Lu Ning’s mouth still moved the Peak Master. Among so many disciples of Shang Xuan Peak, who didn’t know how much the Peak Master doted on Feng Xiang Song? This was a disciple he had personally brought into the sect and raised! If he had died for the sake of eradicating demons, it would have been one thing, but he had died right at their doorstep! Zuo Yunshan’s eyes seemed to spew fire as he roared, “Alive, I must see him; dead, I must see his body! Why didn’t you bring back Song’er’s body?!” “What exactly happened?! What happened in the Nether Prison!” The roar of a Nascent Soul True Monarch echoed through the sky of Shang Xuan Peak. The leaked spiritual energy dispersed, shaking all living things for hundreds of miles around, causing them to scatter in panic. All the disciples present cast their gazes. They too were curious. What had happened in the Nether Prison?
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Nether Prison, Seventh Layer. In the endless corridor, the battle raged on. Although the man’s raw strength and realm far surpassed the girl’s, every movement was incredibly stiff, as if he were controlling this body for the first time. This undoubtedly gave Mu Sanniang ample opportunity. After all, her advantage had always been her speed. She slashed, she dodged. She slashed again, she dodged again. By now, her small knife had already left countless cuts on the man. Like bursting boils, dark green blood flowed from the wounds, emitting a stench. But the man seemed impervious to pain and fatigue, still swinging his sword energy methodically. Mu Sanniang’s hand holding the small knife trembled slightly from the prolonged slashing. She stared intently at the strange man before her. She was furious. Truly furious. The white skirt she wore was a gift from her younger brother, and now there was a tear in its hem. Mu Sanniang felt her heart ache; it was more painful than if she herself had been cut. She had been so careful, so careful. She had been in the Nether Prison for so long without getting a single drop of blood on her white skirt. “So, you really deserve to die…” the girl murmured, suddenly stopping her advance. She didn’t choose to continue the method of slow attrition, although it was an effective offensive tactic. But she no longer had the patience for it. From the small knife she held, bound souls began to emerge. They all had green faces and fanged mouths, their expressions twisted, and they let out mournful cries as they emerged. The girl lowered her eyes and, without hesitation, opened her thin lips. As if knowing what she intended to do, the souls began to scream loudly, their roars of terror and attempts to escape revealing an indescribable fear. But all their struggles were ultimately in vain. (End of Chapter)
