Ling Xiao had no intention of getting involved in others’ affairs, and went straight around them, heading directly to the Blood Pool.
Near the Blood Pool, there was a formidable prisoner guarding it.
At that mont, he was soaking in the Blood Pool, seemingly enjoying the absorption of its energy with great pleasure.
Seeing Ling Xiao appear, a disdainful smile flickered in his eyes: "Another one co to die, eh!"
"Kid, get lost. Grandpa here is in a good mood today, not in the mood for killing. Consider yourself lucky, I’ve spared you a little life, so you can leave now."
The prisoner waved his hand like he was shooing away a mosquito.
Ling Xiao, however, did not bother with any nonsense.
The prisoner’s cultivation level was the Hell Mid Phase of the Second Layer, but he wasn’t a Reincarnation Warrior, so Ling Xiao wasn’t afraid at all.
Activating the Moon Stepping teor Step, his figure transford into a bolt of lightning, plunging into the Blood Pool.
Afterward, the prisoner’s eyes protruded, not understanding how he died until his last mont.
Clearly, the opponent didn’t look all that strong, so how did he manage to be taken down with one move?
It didn’t matter if he didn’t understand.
Ling Xiao didn’t need him to understand. He simply tossed the corpse out, then subrged himself into the Blood Pool.
Inside the Blood Pool, energy surged, emitting an extrely bloody scent.
Ordinary Martial Artists really couldn’t handle such an atmosphere, but Ling Xiao, possessing the Killing God White Blade Martial Soul, had faced countless Corpse Mountains and Seas of Blood before.
How could he possibly be scared by the re bloody sll of this Blood Pool?
He imrsed himself within, quickly entering a cultivation state.
The Blood-sucking Demonic Beast within him, encountering this fresh blood, seed as if it was coming back to life, but it was firmly suppressed by the Tyrant Sky Martial Spirit, able only to continuously transfer its power into Ling Xiao’s body.
Ling Xiao could feel that as the power of the Blood-sucking Demonic Beast gradually fused with him, the gate to the Second Layer of Hell was also slowly opening.
Unlike the first ti it was opened, this ti it was particularly difficult.
Moreover, the energy that disrupted cultivation erging from Hell’s Gate was stronger than ever.
Ling Xiao had to handle it carefully to avoid entering demonic ways.
anwhile, the Blood Pool’s blood was steadily decreasing, as if being consud.
When Hell’s Gate of the Second Layer was nearly halfway open, the Blood Pool’s blood had completely dried up.
Ling Xiao couldn’t help but sigh.
He was still just a bit short.
Looking at the Second Layer Hell’s Gate above, not yet fully opened, he slowly stood up.
"If it were a Demon Envoy, they probably would have already broken through successfully, while my breakthrough requires a lot more materials than others.
This is probably the price for being consistently stronger than others with each breakthrough.
Heaven is indeed fair."
But now, even without a breakthrough, Ling Xiao’s strength had still increased significantly from before.
He stood up, preparing to search and see if there were any other Blood Pools in the Second Floor of the Ghost Prison.
If there was another similar Blood Pool, he might just be able to break through.
As he was about to leave, he noticed Cheng Feiying standing not far away, holding her weapon in both hands, vigilantly watching the surroundings.
She was clearly acting as his protector.
"Miss Feiying, why are you being so good to this guy? He’s offended the Sha Clan, he’s bound to have a bad end sooner or later, don’t get caught up in it."
A voice of opposition ca from the crowd.
"Exactly, Miss Feiying, this kid ran off to the Second Floor of the Ghost Prison all by himself, he must have a death wish.
If he doesn’t want to live, why protect him?"
Soone else added.
"All of you shut up, it’s my own business. If you don’t want to stay, then carry on and do what you’re supposed to do."
Cheng Feiying said coldly.
Hearing this conversation, Ling Xiao felt sowhat moved.
Although while he was cultivating in the Blood Pool, he had set up an array formation to protect himself, so there wouldn’t be any trouble even without a protector.
But he was truly grateful for Cheng Feiying’s kindness.
He walked over, this ti taking a closer look at the people who were with Cheng Feiying.
The oldest was just about twenty, the youngest only sixteen or seventeen, but their cultivation levels were mostly in the Yin-Yang Realm Second Layer Hell.
Several of them were even Reincarnation Warriors.
This was probably the mainstay of the Orange Immortal Mountain, not those little kids from the previous Ghost Prison First Layer trial.
"Miss Feiying, thank you for your kindness. I have completed my cultivation."
Ling Xiao’s voice rang out, Cheng Feiying turned her head, first showing a look of surprise, then with a few traces of reproach: "Do you know what this place is?
This is the Second Floor of the Ghost Prison; cultivating here in such a manner, you could easily lose your life!"
Although her voice was quite stern, Ling Xiao could hear the concern in it.
He smiled and said, "Ling Xiao has learned his lesson, I won’t dare to do it again."
"That’s more like it!"
Cheng Feiying couldn’t help but chuckle: "You don’t seem like soone who readily admits their mistakes, why the sudden change of heart?"
"Well, it’s because I have a good impression of you."
Ling Xiao replied with a smile.
He didn’t know that while he was chatting happily with Cheng Feiying, the group of disciples from Orange Immortal Mountain were gnashing their teeth, driven mad with jealousy.
In Orange Immortal Mountain, Cheng Feiying was like a goddess.
If a disciple from the Upper Eight Immortals Mountain were pursuing Cheng Feiying, they would have accepted it, because they inherently acknowledged their inferiority and felt compelled to accept it.
But who does Ling Xiao think he is?
A re disciple of Black Immortal Mountain, ranked at the bottom in the Lower Baxian Mountain, they simply looked down upon him.
"Why have you also beco so glib?"
Cheng Feiying’s pretty face blushed.
Thinking about how her grandfather once promised her to Ling Xiao, only to later withdraw it in regret, she felt a tinge of regret herself.
In fact, Ling Xiao was far superior to Sha Mo Yun in every sense.
Her grandfather was just intimidated by the Sha Clan’s reputation.
"I’m just speaking the truth, how is that glib?"
Ling Xiao shook his head with a wry smile.
"Alright, let’s not talk about that. I see you don’t have any companions, why not join us? The Second Floor of the Ghost Prison isn’t like the First, it’s fraught with dangers. Having more people ans more support."
Cheng Feiying suggested proactively.
Ling Xiao thought for a mont, Cheng Feiying had helped protect him earlier, if he didn’t agree, it would seem disrespectful to her.
In front of so many people, Cheng Feiying might lose face.
Additionally, the trip was indeed dangerous, joining forces with Cheng Feiying might allow them to go further.
Considering all this, he nodded and said, "Alright, Miss Feiying, since you kindly invited , it would be rude of to refuse."
Cheng Feiying smiled: "I was worried you might refuse, but rest assured, we won’t be a burden to you. These are all experts, each has reached the Hell Cultivation of the Second Layer before ."
"Miss Feiying, isn’t it inappropriate to let soone like him join us? Won’t he just be a burden?"
In the group from Orange Immortal Mountain, there were already those whose jealousy towards Ling Xiao had reached a fever pitch.
Seeing Ling Xiao shalessly trying to join them, soone couldn’t hold back and spoke up.
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