Chapter 99

Yin Xuege's sharp canine teeth pierced into Aisika's neck artery, and the cold, bone-chilling golden blood, heavy like mercury, dripped into his mouth. A thumb-sized drop of blood weighed several pounds, and Yin Xuege swallowed Aisika's essence blood in large gulps. As this icy blood entered his body, a surge of cold air violently erupted, instantly freezing his body stiff.

The sound of 'crack' continued, and a pale blue mystic ice spread from Yin Xuege's body, quickly enveloping him in a large ice block. Aisika, worthy of her title as the Daughter of Frost, contained enough cold in a single drop of her blood to freeze a river into an ice glacier.

However, the eighteen prison wardens of the Ghost Prison could not stand idly by and let their new master turn into a thousand-year zombie.

A series of ghastly green ghost flames and black yin winds howled out of the mouths of these eighteen Golden Immortal evil ghosts, transforming into countless wind blades and frost swords that cut through the ice blocks around Yin Xuege's body. The bone-chilling yin wind dispersed the ice, revealing Yin Xuege's body.

With the cold air eliminated, the vast life energy contained in Aisika's essence blood suddenly burst forth, forming a series of heat waves that rapidly circulated within Yin Xuege's body, making him feel as if he were enveloped in flames. He was drenched in sweat, and his pores almost spewed out fire.

After the extreme cold came a terrifying heat wave. Under the scouring of this essence blood, the blood of the Blood Saint stored in Yin Xuege's golden heart quickly dissolved, transforming into countless tiny golden light points that integrated into his body. His muscles rapidly writhed, and his bones and organs continuously emitted the sounds of 'crack' as they shattered and healed.

It was as if a sparse mass of kaolin clay, after being subjected to high-temperature calcination, suddenly turned into a smooth and lustrous porcelain, like fine jade. Yin Xuege's physical strength soared, and his eyes shone with a faint white-blue cold light. In Aisika's blood, some strange insights continuously flowed into his soul. Yin Xuege saw many wondrous scenes, witnessing a boundless icy and snowy world where countless powerful creatures were fighting and competing for survival and space.

Aisika moaned in pain, ghost flames spewing from her seven orifices. The massive blood loss brought her indescribable pain. Her body grew colder, but her innate strong life force kept her conscious. She could only let Yin Xuege remain attached to her body, continuously drawing out the essence blood she had barely recovered.

With a 'crack,' Yin Xuege's sharp teeth left Aisika's body.

All the blood in Aisika's body had been drained by Yin Xuege. He burped, and a cloud of blood with a strong aroma spewed from his mouth. Drenched in sweat, Yin Xuege panted as he looked at Aisika. Her face, drained of all blood, turned deathly pale, but she was still alive, though her life force was much weaker than before.

"Exactly, Fellow Daoist. As long as you periodically draw their essence blood, it won't take many years for them to completely perish!" Little Netherworld Realm sighed gently. "If the Dao Master had your help back then, these five powerful enemies wouldn't have survived. If the Ghost Prison hadn't used all its power to suppress them, the Dao Master, with the Ghost Prison at his side, wouldn't have fallen, right?"

"Your master, the Netherworld Daoist, has fallen." Yin Xuege looked up at the ceiling of the Ghost Prison.

His life-bound bat wings spread, and the six ancient demon runes he had comprehended had transformed into a blood-colored flame the size of a water vat, burning fiercely on his bat wings. Aisika's blood contained extremely mysterious power, the purest essence of heaven and earth. Yin Xuege gained tremendous benefits from her blood, and his control over the six ancient demon runes and the power he could unleash were at least ten times stronger than before.

His heart beat powerfully, and half of the blood in his body had transformed into sacred and surging golden plasma. The thick golden blood was purer and denser than before, each drop heavier and containing vastly different power.

Once all the blood in Yin Xuege's body transformed into gold, he would truly enter the Prince Realm.

This was just the benefit from Aisika's blood alone, and there were still four other equally powerful prisoners here.

Yin Xuege greedily panted, his eyes glowing with blood, and he took a step toward the second prisoner, a beautiful woman with red hair and red eyes, surrounded by flames. As he approached the woman, he sneered, "The previous one was the Ice Goddess Aisika. Beautiful aunt, you must be the Fire Goddess, right? You don't need to tell me your name because I don't care who you are. I only care how much your blood can improve me!"

"Disgusting and filthy creature, lowly life!" The red-haired woman looked at Yin Xuege coldly. "My father is the revered Flame King. You, a filthy and disgusting creature from the lower realms, are not worthy to know his noble name. You only need to know that if you harm me, your entire lineage will face cruel retribution!"

Yin Xuege opened his mouth, and his sharp canine teeth deeply pierced into the red-haired woman's neck. He mumbled, "That's only if he knows I harmed you! Your threats mean nothing to me. You are now in my hands, and you are my food! And the threats of food are meaningless to any predator."

"Fellow Daoist speaks the truth!" Little Netherworld Realm's voice echoed.

"The Blood Demon clan, even in the upper realms, is a terrifying and powerful clan!" Little Netherworld Realm sighed. "Although the Dao Master did not have much interaction with the Blood Demon clan, as he was a ghost cultivator and the Blood Demons were demons, I have heard that the Blood Demons' cultivation speed is unparalleled. They can ascend in a hundred years, become Celestial Immortals in a thousand years, and Golden Immortals in ten thousand years."

"Devouring, indiscriminate devouring, is the most terrifying talent of the Blood Demons and the foundation of their power."

"As Fellow Daoist said, these five deities are indeed powerful, but they are now your prey. All their essence blood is your nourishment. Just devour them until they perish. I look forward to the moment when they are completely destroyed!"

Little Netherworld Realm sighed gently, seemingly reminiscing about his master.

Yin Xuege's life-bound bat wings spread, covered in a thick layer of golden light. The bat wings themselves were rapidly turning a light golden color, and the main bones within had already completely transformed into gold, though the membrane was still slowly changing color.

His heart, blood vessels, nerves, bones, and bone marrow had all turned golden. Except for his skin, which remained the characteristic pale white of the Blood Demon clan, and his black hair and eyes, even his lips had taken on a faint golden hue.

His ten fingers extended into golden nails over a foot long, and he tightly grabbed the red-haired woman's head, his nails deeply embedded in her flesh. The red-haired woman moaned in pain, her blood rapidly being drained by Yin Xuege. The loss of blood brought her immense pain, and she felt a part of her soul being sucked away by him.

"Perhaps, you have a chance to eliminate us!" The red-haired woman whispered. "But it's just a chance. You are too weak, a lowly and filthy creature, you are too weak! Unless you grow as powerful as the previous owner of this accursed Ghost Tower, you cannot completely eliminate us."

"We will wait quietly, waiting for the day you fall. Then we will regain our freedom, and you will be eternally lost." The red-haired woman laughed softly. "We are so noble and sacred, the darlings of this world. You, these lowly and filthy later-borns, how can you decide our fate?"

Drained of blood, Aisika, now extremely weak, also laughed softly. "Foolish life, do you really think you can defy our will? We are the darlings of the world, and we represent this world. You want to resist us, but you are going against the will of heaven. You will never succeed!"

"Rubbish!" Yin Xuege raised his right hand and fiercely slashed.

The eighteen prison wardens of the Ghost Prison simultaneously let out sharp ghost howls, raising their weapons to strike Aisika. Her beautiful head, exposed to the outside, was instantly battered to a bloody mess. The splattered flesh turned into ice and was quickly blown away by the ghost flames and yin winds.

But Aisika's bloodied head quickly regenerated, and after a few breaths, it returned to its original state.

"Weak demon, you cannot eliminate us!" Aisika laughed. "This accursed Ghost Prison, we can feel its essence weakening. It can no longer cause us substantial harm. Sooner or later, we will break free and leave this accursed prison."

Little Netherworld Realm remained silent, and the other three male deities did not speak. They quietly watched as Yin Xuege devoured the blood of their companion and then approached them step by step. They were silent, allowing Yin Xuege to devour their precious divine blood. Their eyes burned with madness, and their bodies trembled violently, but they could not move.

After a day and a night, Yin Xuege, his steps heavy, walked out of the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower.

The eighteen-story tower, adorned with countless divine and demonic patterns, transformed into a black light and entered Yin Xuege's body. In his sea of consciousness, on the ghostly face jade plate formed by the Great Law of the Netherworld, a black tower about a foot high quietly floated.

Yin Xuege's dantian continued to devour the nearly tangible Netherworld Qi, but this time, he no longer felt any heat waves from the Netherworld Qi. All the Netherworld Qi was absorbed by his body and then transformed into pure energy, which was drawn away by the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower. With this energy, the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower's surface, where faint ghostly runes and inscriptions quietly appeared, was quietly replenishing its own losses.

"His recovery, besides the nourishment from the heaven and earth's essence you absorb—of course, Netherworld Qi is best, but if there isn't enough Netherworld Qi, other heaven and earth's essence can also work," Little Netherworld Realm's consciousness entered Yin Xuege's sea of consciousness. "In addition, you need to provide him with a large amount of heavenly materials, various kinds of spirit stones, spirit gold, spirit liquid, the molt of immortals who have fallen, or immortal blood, and various ready-made immortal artifacts, all of which can help his recovery."

Yin Xuege pondered for a moment, and his arm was suddenly covered in red flames.

The Thousand Mechanisms Kylin Arm whistled out, and Yin Xuege took out twelve immortal artifact blanks. After some thought, he even took out the Arhat relic he had extorted from the little monk Caiwei. Since Yin Xuege had not cultivated any Buddhist techniques, the relic was of little use to him beyond intimidating some minor ghosts.

"Truly, I underestimated you, Fellow Daoist!" Little Netherworld Realm exclaimed. "Twelve lower-grade immortal artifact blanks, plus a peak lower-grade immortal-level Buddhist relic? Well, those five accursed fellows, as long as you periodically draw their blood, they have no chance of escape. Absorbing them, the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower will at least recover to the level of a top-tier spirit artifact."

Yin Xuege was shocked. "Twelve immortal artifacts and a Buddhist relic, and it can only recover to a top-tier spirit artifact?"

"But it's absolutely worth it!" Little Netherworld Realm hurriedly laughed. "You must understand, before the Dao Master fell, he had already taken that highest step! If it weren't for the great calamity that disrupted the three realms and shattered the laws of this world, how could the Dao Master have fallen? At that time, the Dao Master used his life-bound essence blood to refine the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower, and he was already a Great Law cultivator!"

"Slowly restore it, and you will surely be pleasantly surprised." Little Netherworld Realm sincerely told Yin Xuege.

"Perhaps you should give me a few more immortal artifacts to let him devour." Yin Xuege looked thoughtfully at the dark green sky. "You must have a lot of good things, right? Don't be so stingy. After all, bringing those five out of the Netherworld Realm benefits you too."

"But Fellow Daoist, you have already received the greatest benefit, the Great Law of the Netherworld, the Eighteen Netherworld Realms Tower, the Dao Master's first life-bound immortal artifact, and the eighteen Golden Immortal prison wardens. These are all your benefits!" Perhaps he had become more familiar with Yin Xuege, and Little Netherworld Realm's tone became more emotional.

"The Dao Master's true treasures have long since disappeared, and the remaining items are meant for his future successor." Little Netherworld Realm said warmly. "If you don't mind, why don't you draw your sword and cut your neck? Just once, it won't hurt. As the successor of the Dao Master, the few Golden Immortal artifacts, dozens of Celestial Immortal artifacts, and thousands of lower-grade immortal artifacts in the Netherworld Realm are all yours!"

Yin Xuege immediately changed the subject. Although he wanted to get more benefits from Little Netherworld Realm, becoming a ghost cultivator was not something he wanted. He was only twelve years old and had a lot of life left to enjoy.

Spreading his life-bound bat wings, which had completely turned golden, they stretched out to about five to six meters wide. With a light flutter, his figure shot forward for over a mile, leaving behind dozens of faint afterimages.

Clasping his fists, a blood flame enveloped his fists, and Yin Xuege brought an afterimage as he struck a nearby rock.

A loud 'clang' echoed, and a fist mark, no more than two inches deep, appeared on the dark green rock. Yin Xuege grunted and staggered back several steps. He felt intense pain in his hands, and his wrist bones almost shattered.

"Truly remarkable!" Little Netherworld Realm sincerely marveled. "Fellow Daoist is the first cultivator who hasn't formed a spirit body but dared to wreak havoc in the Netherworld Realm, and even left a mark on the rock. Fellow Daoist, do you know that any rock in the Netherworld Realm is three times harder than ordinary steel? Your bones didn't break, and your physical body is already considered invincible among external cultivators."

Any rock here is three times harder than ordinary steel?

Yin Xuege cursed Little Netherworld Realm in his heart and said weakly, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Quickly give me what you owe me, let's not waste time, okay?"

"Of course, we won't waste time!" Little Netherworld Realm said calmly. "Cultivators have long lifespans, but their time is the most precious. I understand this."

Suddenly, Little Netherworld Realm coldly snorted. "Wait, the pool of Black Heart Soul Lotus that I prepared for you was discovered by a few little fellows? They have great fortune, but they are also very unlucky. These Soul Lotuses are prepared for you; how can they touch them?"

Yin Xuege saw that in a valley a hundred miles away, a dozen green lightning bolts suddenly struck down. From a distance, he could hear the shrill cries of ghosts and wolves.

A series of yin winds swirled in the valley, and several blackened figures were swept away by the yin winds.

Little Netherworld Realm laughed easily. "Well, a few unlucky fellows, just ignore them. They won't die. Just give them a few Netherworld Stones formed by Netherworld Qi as compensation."

Yin Xuege coughed violently and then shook his head, rapidly flying toward the valley.

With Little Netherworld Realm as his guide, Yin Xuege no longer feared any risks and flew at the fastest speed possible.

Little Netherworld Realm pointed out various heaven and earth's wonders that would greatly benefit Yin Xuege's physical body, soul, and life essence. Yin Xuege quickly harvested these wonders and used them to greatly refine his physical body and soul, laying a solid foundation for his cultivation.

With Yin Xuege's current foundation, it was estimated that only the direct descendants of the legendary Golden Immortals and Great Law Golden Immortals from before the End Law Era could have such a solid foundation.

After several days of plundering, Little Netherworld Realm suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmm? Why has the Ten Thousand Ghost Spirit Hall suddenly activated? It's not time yet?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you willing to try your luck? In the Ten Thousand Ghost Spirit Hall, the young forms of powerful Netherworld beings occasionally appear. Perhaps you can find a few good companions for your future pursuit of the Great Law. If so, it would be your good fortune!"

Another opportunity? Yin Xuege's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed Little Netherworld Realm's guidance and rapidly flew toward the so-called Ten Thousand Spirit Ghost Abyss.

At this moment, Yin Xuege's body was a dark golden color, and he flew several miles in an instant, faster than a fully accomplished Golden Core cultivator flying with a sword. The sound of breaking air echoed, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. (To be continued. Search for Piaotian Literature for better and faster updates!)

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