Lu Yu had already given Ye Feng a detailed account of the situation regarding Netherworld Island on the way there.
This island is rich in spirit stones, with abundant spirit stone veins underground.
Therefore, almost every country in the world with some resources has set up a spirit stone mining team here.
Low-level martial artists cannot directly absorb the spiritual energy within spirit stones; the violent spiritual energy will inevitably cause them to explode and die.
However, once one reaches the Martial Saint level or above and possesses profound cultivation, one can directly absorb the spiritual energy within the spirit stone.
Nearly a hundred countries, including Great Xia, the United States, the United Kingdom, the United States of America, the United States of Elephant, the United Kingdom of Snow, and Japan, all have spirit stone mining teams on Youming Island.
However, according to Lu Yu, the spirit mines of Great Xia have already been divided up by the United States and Japan.
The Great Xia Dynasty was already defunct on Youming Island, holding absolutely no status whatsoever.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have become miners, at the mercy of others, without even the chance to return home.
The island's climate is hot and humid year-round.
It is covered with jungles and mountains.
The trees, bushes, vines, and other plants were all black, as if cast from cast iron, making it feel like stepping into a devil's forest.
Besides Ye Feng and his group, there were also many other martial artists from outside the island who came to explore and search for treasure.
Because of the abundant spiritual energy within the spirit stone veins, many rare and precious herbs grow there, which are difficult to find in the outside world.
There are basically no kind people who come here.
Besides being rich in spirit stone mines, Netherworld Island is also a den of iniquity. Wanted martial artists and assassins from all over the world hide here year-round, and no one dares to interfere.
The group headed towards the checkpoint ahead.
Their group was quite unusual, and their arrival on the island immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Ye Feng, dressed in a black robe, was handsome and dashing, with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
Beside her, Lan Yuhongyan and Bai He were all stunning beauties, each vying for attention and possessing their own unique charm, forming a beautiful scene.
Xiahou Ba had a ferocious face with a long scar on his face. His messy hair covered half of his face, and he carried a large knife on his shoulder, looking much like a butcher who slaughters pigs.
Lu Yu and his gang of old guys were all skin and bones.
Fortunately, they were in good spirits. On the way here, Ye Feng had healed their injuries and given each of them a Body Tempering Pill.
It's worth noting that there was also an old weasel in the group, with its white beard almost touching the ground. It walked with its hands behind its back and a swaggering gait.
This old guy greets everyone warmly.
"Hello, you bunch of losers over there, have you ever seen an immortal as handsome as me? Interested in joining my cult of followers?"
"And those few fools who brag and gossip, life is too short, why not follow me to cultivate, and in the future ascend to immortality and become a celestial being? Isn't that better!"
"Join my followers and you will not suffer any loss or be deceived. I will grant you eternal life."
The old weasel chattered on and on, spitting everywhere, as if it had truly become an immortal, shaking its head and sighing.
"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? Upon seeing this immortal, all other paths vanish."
"Well, you bunch of stupid donkeys and dumb birds, what are you still hesitating for? This is the wisest choice you've made since the New Year."
Angri curses rang out one after another.
"Damn it, where did this old weasel come from? Beat it up!"
"Skin and tendons removed, then stewed in hot pot."
"Twist off its head and kick it like a ball."
In short, wherever this old weasel went, chaos ensued, with chickens flying, dogs barking, and ghosts howling.
Enraged, a group of martial artists chased after the old weasel, shouting and beating it. The old weasel chuckled and darted away without a trace.
Ye Feng wasn't worried about it; the old guy was cunning. He led the group forward.
Suddenly.
A commotion arose at the checkpoint leading to the island, where a large crowd had gathered.
Ye Feng's gaze pierced through the crowd, and he could see a stone tablet several meters high standing on a high ground next to the checkpoint.
A line of large, eye-catching characters is engraved on it, clearly visible from a distance:
No humans or dogs are allowed inside the Great Xia!
These few words are quite eye-catching.
This is a blatant slap in the face to the people of Great Xia.
Lu Yu and a group of old guys stared intently at the sign, involuntarily recalling the miserable scene of being abused as mining slaves, and gritted their teeth as they spoke to Ye Feng.
“Young Master, the guards at the checkpoint are Japanese martial artists. Apart from the Americans, they are the ones who call the shots on the entire island.”
“These people are all highly skilled and don’t treat us Great Xia people as human beings at all.”
These old men had been subjected to a lot of beatings and torture by Japanese martial artists before.
"Let's go and meet them."
A murderous glint flashed deep in Ye Feng's eyes as he continued walking forward with his hands behind his back.
The temperature around us suddenly dropped.
Beside him, Hongyan and Xiahou Ba, among others, were also filled with anger.
This highly insulting sign clearly demonstrates that the people of Daxia have absolutely no status on Youming Island.
Let them bully us!
They don't even have the right to set foot on the island.
As Ye Feng approached the checkpoint, he unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure.
Hong Qianjiao!
The captain of the 49th Enforcement Team of the Great Xia Dynasty, accompanied by a group of her team members, including Tank Rabbit and others.
After some time apart, Hong Qianjiao's cultivation level has increased significantly.
She was dressed in a light blue outfit, with a beautiful face, a slender and graceful figure, and her hair fluttering in the wind. She held a black iron sword in her hand, and her gentle demeanor carried a hint of cold killing intent.
at this time.
Hong Qianjiao's face flushed red with anger, and her full breasts heaved beneath her blue outfit, creating waves of shock as she berated the guards at the checkpoint.
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