After Song Zhou noticed that Lu Fuyue was acting strangely, he was filled with doubt. However, after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out what relationship his ancestor, who had died tens of thousands of years ago, could have with Senior Brother Lu.
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The first rule of the Netherworld City is that anyone wishing to enter must do so through the main gate. Otherwise, if discovered entering from another location, they will be blacklisted by the Netherworld City and will never be allowed to set foot inside again.
So every morning, a crowd of people gathers at the gates of the Netherworld City, eager to enter.
When Lu Fuyue and Song Zhou arrived there, they saw many cultivators crowding around the tall and heavy city gate, including some demon cultivators and monster cultivators with considerable cultivation.
Song Zhou's expression changed. "Senior Brother Lu, something's wrong. Things might change today."
"Look, it's almost noon, but the city gates, which are usually wide open, are still tightly closed, and not a single cultivator has been able to enter. It seems that something big is about to happen in Netherworld City."
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips, her expression becoming more serious.
The brows of the cultivators tightly surrounding the gates of the Netherworld City were always shrouded in a thick aura of malevolence, and even their souls were tainted with countless causal entanglements.
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Lu Fuyue and Song Zhou kept their presence to themselves, standing quietly on the periphery of the crowd, waiting patiently.
The Netherworld City is located at the intersection of the three realms. The black mist floating above it is the Netherworld Qi, which is formed from the resentment of countless vengeful ghosts, combined with the unfathomable spiritual power of the Netherworld City Lord.
The entire Netherworld City was shrouded in black mist, obscuring its exact appearance. The only thing visible was the towering black gate that seemed to pierce the clouds.
Above the gate, dense red runes were carved, faintly emitting an eerie red light.
Just as the first rays of midday sunlight appeared, suddenly with a click, the mysterious, heavy black door slowly opened from the inside.
The next second, something shaped like a ball suddenly rolled out of it and finally stopped at the feet of the few cultivators closest to the city gate.
Suddenly all the noise disappeared, and everyone's eyes fell on the black mist behind the gate.
One more step forward, and beyond that black mist lies the legendary Netherworld City, which is not controlled by any force.
Once they got there, they would no longer have to desperately flee or live in fear.
But they didn't notice that the thing under their feet had a human face.
Several cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core stage, with swords at their waists, slowly walked out from inside, then respectfully bowed and picked up the fleshy ball from the ground with both hands, saying, "Commander, time is almost up."
The black ball of flesh leaped into the sky, instantly sprouting tiny limbs and transforming into a person resembling a seven or eight-year-old child. He opened his red-glowing eyes, hovering in the air, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.
"I am Miyo, the commander of the Netherworld City. In two months, the underground arena of life and death in my Netherworld City will reopen. By order of the city lord, starting today, the number of people allowed to enter the Netherworld City will be limited to three per day."
"These three spots will be awarded to the highest bidder!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically. A rogue cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage stepped forward and shouted indignantly, "Commander, this... this is not fair!"
However, before anyone could react, a blurry figure appeared in front of the evil cultivator from above.
In no time, blood trickled from the corner of the evil cultivator's mouth, and his pupils suddenly contracted. He looked down blankly at his empty chest, and just as he was about to say something, his body became transparent and then turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.
Someone in the crowd gasped, and everyone immediately took a few steps back in fright.
That evil cultivator was the one with the highest cultivation level among them, and also the number one on the wanted list of the cultivation world, and had never been caught.
On Yayoi's small palm, a bloodied heart still beat. He glanced coldly at everyone present and said, "The rules of the Netherworld City are not to be questioned. Those who disobey will have their souls scattered!"
With that, he squeezed hard, and instantly the evil cultivator's heart was crushed and thrown to the ground, where it was trampled on.
Everyone present froze, no one daring to say another word.
Before coming here, they had heard that in this Netherworld City, whether you are human, demon, or monster, you must abide by the rules of the Netherworld.
In the Netherworld, there is only one rule: one must not question the orders given by the Lord of the Netherworld City.
Otherwise, you'll only face certain death!
Lu Fuyue stood quietly in the crowd, watching everything, lost in thought.
Song Zhou, who was standing next to her, felt a surge of helplessness.
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the poorest cultivators are sword cultivators, because they use all their spirit stones to forge and nurture swords.
Moreover, since their Sword Sect's defeat, several sects that had previously been at odds with them quickly took advantage of their misfortune and forcibly seized their sect's only spiritual vein.
Since then, the Sword Sect has become increasingly poor. If the entire sect can get ten high-grade spirit stones a month, that's considered extremely good.
Song Zhou sighed helplessly; it seemed he wouldn't be able to get in.
However, at this moment, Lu Fuyue suddenly spoke up, "I can pay for the spirit stones you need to enter, and you don't need to pay them back. But as a condition, after we leave the Underworld, I want to visit your Sword Sect and pay a visit to your sect master."
Song Zhou was taken aback. "Senior Brother Lu, you're not kidding me, are you?"
Because of poverty, the entire mountain of their Sword Sect has become barren, and even the spirit fish in the lake have been sold to cover the sect's daily expenses.
If Senior Brother Lu goes there, he probably won't even have a place to sit.
Lu Fuyue looked at the situation ahead, her eyes darkening slightly, and then slowly said, "Of course I'm not joking."
Song Zhou looked at Lu Fuyue in disbelief and stammered again, "Senior Brother Lu... are you serious?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Fuyue turned her head and glanced at him indifferently, "Since you're unwilling, then forget it."
Song Zhou waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, Senior Brother Lu, of course I'm willing."
"From now on, you are my older brother."
Lu Fuyue paused, then said, "That won't be necessary. By age, you're almost two hundred years older than me."
Song Zhou awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and didn't say anything more.
He had forgotten that the boy he always called Senior Brother Lu was actually much younger than him.
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On a large golden bed, layers of green curtains draped around the bed, completely obscuring the view inside.
Two heavy, uneven breaths mingled together, echoing throughout the spacious and luxurious room.
Clothes were scattered all over the ground.
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