"Since you are so ungrateful, then I will let you taste what it means to wish you were dead. Chongyuan, this man is yours. I, the city lord, want to see how tough he really is."
"Yes, Lord City Lord."
"No, Lord City Lord, Senior Brother Lu didn't do it on purpose. I'll talk to him properly when he wakes up."
"Get out of here! Men are all the same!"
"Lord City Lord..."
...
All the chaotic sounds vanished into nothingness, and Lu Fuyue collapsed to the ground, her consciousness blurred. A faint sigh escaped her lips, "So it's my Lu family bloodline, no wonder..."
When Lu Fuyue woke up again, all she saw was darkness. The damp dungeon reeked of decay. She instinctively got up to look around, but this aggravated her injuries.
A fine, persistent pain spread throughout her body. Lu Fuyue frowned slightly, trying to circulate her internal energy to heal her injuries, but she suddenly noticed a hidden black spiritual pattern on her dantian.
A hint of seriousness flashed in Lu Fuyue's eyes. She immediately stopped and looked around to analyze her situation.
In the dark and damp cell, two rotting and stiff corpses lay opposite her. A swarm of flies, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, buzzed around the two corpses.
Lu Fuyue reached out and touched the iron bars behind her. Feeling the chill emanating from her hand, she knew that the cell she was in was an iron cage made of thousand-year-old black iron.
Unless one's cultivation reaches the level of transcending tribulation, it is impossible to force one out.
The entire iron cage imprisoning her was suspended in mid-air, with a frigid pool below. If an ordinary cultivator fell in, they would be frozen solid by the cold air and die within half an hour due to the reversal of their cultivation technique.
Lu Fuyue pursed her lips. If she was right, this place should be the underground death arena of Youming City, and also the location of the Youming Token.
It wasn't for nothing that she suffered all those injuries, as she finally made it here.
Lu Fuyue thought of the seal on her dantian and immediately had a guess. She closed her eyes, mobilized a wisp of divine sense from her sea of consciousness, and slowly touched the black rune.
Before her divine sense could even touch the rune, a sudden burst of black light emerged from it, instantly enveloping her wisp of divine sense and attempting to devour it.
Fortunately, thanks to the effects of various top-grade spiritual plants, Lu Fuyue's divine sense had already surpassed her own cultivation level, reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Furthermore, as a phoenix in her true form, her divine sense was naturally different from that of ordinary cultivators. Therefore, that wisp of divine sense quickly broke free from the black light's restraints and returned to her sea of consciousness.
Lu Fuyue slowly opened her eyes, her gaze darkening slightly. This was actually a four-fold spiritual rune used to seal cultivation.
Because she had previously fused two kinds of divine fire, all these spiritual patterns that seal cultivation, although they were inside her, had no effect on her at all.
Just then, several footsteps came from not far away.
Lu Fuyue stopped what she was doing, leaned against the iron cage, lowered her eyes and closed them to rest.
Soon the footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping beneath the iron cage. A chilling pressure rose silently, like thousands of sharp sword energies rushing straight towards Lu Fuyue.
Lu Fuyue remained seated motionless, her eyes still closed, seemingly unaware of the impending danger.
Just as the oppressive force was about to fall on Lu Fuyue, Chongyuan raised his hand and waved it away.
"Lu Xing, are you going to keep up the act?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Fuyue opened her eyes and looked at the person who had come, "Lord Chongyuan."
Chongyuan stared at the young man locked in the water dungeon with the rotting corpse. Despite his disheveled hair and blood-stained white clothes, he still looked completely disheveled. His gaze paused.
"The city lord has ordered that you be handed over to me for training. From now on, you will be the lowest-ranking fighting slave in the underground arena of Netherworld City. Whenever someone comes to watch the competition, you must be the first to step forward, unless you die or the city lord orders you to leave."
Lu Fuyue suddenly laughed, like a shimmering autumn rain falling obliquely in the wind, making it impossible to see clearly. "Then this seal in my body, was it also placed by Lord Chongyuan himself?"
Chongyuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "There are too many variables surrounding you. For the safety of the city lord, I have to be on guard."
Lu Fuyue smiled sarcastically, "Lord Chongyuan is indeed the one who built this place from scratch. Knowing that I wouldn't die anytime soon with my original cultivation level, he personally sealed half of my cultivation to make me perish sooner. That way, even if the city lord blames you, he won't do anything to you."
Beneath the black spirit-patterned mask, the extremely pale face, which had never seen sunlight for many years, paused for a moment before saying calmly, "I will not allow someone of unknown origin to stay by the side of the city lord."
Hearing this, Lu Fuyue lost the will to argue with this person. She closed her eyes, leaned back against the iron cage.
Chongyuan stood below with his hands behind his back, his expression unreadable for a long while, before turning and leaving.
For some reason, if an ordinary person had dared to treat him like this, his soul would probably have already vanished into the world.
But looking at the boy's handsome face and the particularly attractive aura he exuded, he couldn't bring himself to buy the fake.
However, just because he doesn't want to do it doesn't mean that some people won't.
...
The next day, someone suddenly walked in and shouted angrily in Lu Fuyue's direction, "Hey, number ninety-nine, get out of here! It's your turn to go on stage, hurry up and get out of here!"
Lu Fuyue opened her eyes and saw that the iron cage where she was imprisoned had the number ninety-nine written on it. She was the only one left in the cage, so number ninety-nine must be her.
The iron cage had been opened at some point.
Seeing that Lu Fuyue remained unmoved, the male cultivator instantly lost his temper. He picked up a whip and lashed it at Lu Fuyue with a snap. "I'm talking to you. What are you looking at? Come out here now. You're just a lowly fighting slave. You're lucky to even be able to go on stage and entertain those adults."
Just as the whip was about to strike her, Lu Fuyue's eyes turned cold. She raised her hand, grabbed the whip that was swinging towards her, and pulled hard, instantly throwing the male cultivator into the icy pool, splashing a huge spray of water.
His face changed drastically. He struggled violently in the icy pool, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his whole body trembling. "You...you'd better save me quickly."
However, Lu Fuyue didn't even glance at him and walked straight out. Her purpose in coming here was not to waste time.
The Underground Arena of Life and Death in the Netherworld City is not a place that just anyone can challenge. It requires either someone who has lived in the Netherworld City for hundreds of years or someone who is already a part of the Underground Arena of Life and Death.
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