As Lu Fuyue pushed open the door to the life-or-death arena, countless scrutinizing gazes fell upon her, brazenly looking her up and down.
"Hahaha, the one who came up this time was actually a human cultivator whose spiritual patterns were sealed, and he was a rare genius at that. It's a pity that half of his cultivation was sealed, so he's probably in danger this time."
"That's right, this kid is good-looking and talented too. Could he have offended the city lord and been sent here?"
"Who cares? No matter who enters this place, once they become lowly fighting slaves, they can only be used by us for our amusement. Even if they are a rare genius among humans, so what? Quite a few geniuses have died in this place."
“Fellow Daoist is right. Back then, the human cultivator with the White Tiger bloodline was much stronger than this kid when he stood on this platform, but he still died here in the end.”
...
The vast platform was now empty, with only Lu Fuyue remaining. Surrounding her were iron railings made of millennia-old black iron, and powerful barriers enveloping the entire arena of life and death.
Around the arena of life and death sat countless human cultivators, demonic cultivators, monster cultivators, and even a few ghost cultivators hidden beneath wide black cloaks.
These cultivators all sat at the head of the table, waiting with little interest for the upcoming competition.
Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes, concealing the emotions within them, and stood quietly in the corner from the moment she stepped onto the stage.
Just then, a hoarse, aged voice rang out from somewhere.
"This life-or-death competition is between the ninety-ninth first-tier battle slave and a fierce ghost from the Netherworld Prison."
"The Gate of the Underworld has opened, and fierce ghosts will appear randomly, their cultivation levels unknown."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators who were watching the show immediately became excited. "It's a random arena! I wonder what level of ghost will emerge from behind which door. If it's a ghost above the Nascent Soul stage, that kid is in big trouble."
"Let alone the Nascent Soul stage, looking at the seal on the kid's body, I estimate that his cultivation level is only half left. He probably can't even deal with the Golden Core stage or the Foundation Establishment stage."
...
Lu Fuyue looked up at the black door opposite her, pursed her lips, and her expression was unreadable.
"The duel begins now. Open the Gates of the Underworld."
As soon as the voice finished speaking, a large black door appeared on the other side of the stage and suddenly opened.
The next second, the heavy sound of horses' hooves slowly rose, like war drums on a battlefield, seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.
A sudden silence fell.
Gradually, the black mist dissipated, and a tall, jet-black warhorse suddenly appeared, with a headless male corpse sitting on its back, clad in heavy black armor and with a tall and imposing figure.
The headless male corpse, his robes soaked in blood, held a black nine-dragon spear and faced directly at Lu Fuyue.
An invisible sense of oppression instantly filled the air.
Lu Fuyue's expression changed slightly, and her body tensed up.
The cultivators sitting on the high platform who were watching were all shocked: "This... the headless warrior, the most mysterious one in the Netherworld Prison."
Any cultivator who has stayed in the Netherworld City for a long time knows that thousands of years ago, a headless ghost general from the mortal realm rode a warhorse outside the city gates.
When he entered, he exuded an overwhelming aura of malevolence, followed by 30,000 fallen soldiers on horseback, swords drawn. The dark mass of them, their resentment lingering and coalescing into an even more powerful aura of malevolence.
This caused the little ghosts within a hundred miles to riot and lose their minds, shaking the entire Netherworld City at that time.
In the end, it was Lord Chongyuan who intervened, sending the 30,000 souls behind it into the cycle of reincarnation, thus subduing the headless general riding a warhorse and taming it, imprisoning it in the Netherworld Prison.
For over a thousand years, apart from the Nascent Soul cultivator with the White Tiger bloodline, no other Battle Slave has ever summoned it.
I never expected it to reappear after all these years.
The headless general unleashed his full power, yanked the reins, and instantly the tall, black warhorse leaped up, charging towards Lu Fuyue with the momentum of a thousand troops.
Lu Fuyue's heart sank further, her eyes narrowed, and she formed a hand seal.
Just as the tip of the black nine-dragon spear was about to strike her heart, Lu Fuyue's body etherealized into countless golden-red lotus petals, which fluttered and scattered in the air.
But the lotus flowers covering the ground vanished in an instant, and her figure disappeared as well.
The people on the high platform were startled:
"Look, where is that Tier 1 Fighting Slave? Where did it go?"
Someone rubbed their eyes, their gaze widening. "Yeah, where did that brat go? Wasn't half of his cultivation sealed? How did he just disappear?"
"Could it be that he's dead?"
A demon cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage watched for a long time, then shook his head. "No, this kid's aura is still clearly still on the stage."
Suddenly, the headless general seemed to sense something. He suddenly yanked the reins hard, turned around, and with his spear in his hand, he flicked it in the air. The sharp and terrifying ghostly power flew in a certain direction like countless blades.
A golden-red lotus petal appeared out of thin air, instantly ripped open, and drops of bright red blood oozed from the cut, falling to the ground.
A surge of spiritual energy rippled, the golden-red lotus petals vanished, and Lu Fuyue suddenly reappeared. Her face was pale as she clutched her chest where she had been stabbed, and she staggered back a few steps.
Oh no! This is a vengeful ghost comparable to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!
At this moment, the sharp blade of the spear once again pierced through the air towards Lu Fuyue, heading straight for her heart. A cloud of black mist rose from the platform, obscuring everyone's view.
Lu Fuyue's pupils suddenly contracted. She raised her hand and summoned the Weak Water Zither, dodging to the side, but her cheek was still slashed by the sharp ghostly power, and a burning pain immediately came from her face.
She frowned slightly, quickly activated her cultivation technique, and appeared behind the warhorse. Lu Fuyue's eyes turned cold, and she picked up her zither and began to play.
The moment the zither music began, all the demonic, ghostly, spiritual, and malevolent energy in the air surged into her body, recklessly filling her meridians, and then violently impacting her first spiritual aperture along the meridians.
Suddenly, someone on the platform pointed at Lu Fuyue, their face filled with shock, "He...he actually cultivates both spirit and body..."
The others were also shocked. "How could anyone in this world dare to use the chaotic elements from the Netherworld City? Aren't they afraid of dying?"
On stage,
Lu Fuyue, who was playing the zither, was also not feeling well. The most crucial step in body cultivation is to open up the forty-nine spiritual apertures in the body and fill them with Yuan energy little by little. Only then can it be considered as the completion of the entire body cultivation.
However, the vital energy on the Qingyuan Continent is scarce, so almost no one chooses to pursue the path of body cultivation.
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