Chapter Eighty-four: Netherworld Flame

  Outside the White Tower, Ling Yao's face wore a faint smile as she strolled back and forth. Perhaps due to her good mood, her footsteps seemed much more brisk.

  Anyway, Lu Fan and the others will be in the Cultivation Tower for an hour, so she can come back after an hour.

  Others didn't know the rules of practicing in the tower, but Ling Yao was very clear about it. The reason was simple: she had actually been inside once before. Ling Yao wasn't on the martial arts ranking list yet. She still didn't have her own ranking on the list, but when even the top-ranked masters hadn't been able to enter, she had already been taken in by her master to choose a martial skill.

  Of course, Ling Yao would never tell anyone about this.

  With a faint smile, Ling Yao patted her small purse, today she earned quite a few gold coins, and now she could go buy some sparkling things.

  Just walking along, suddenly three figures appeared in front of me.

  Ling Yao saw these three people and stopped in her tracks. Two of them she knew.

  "Beautiful Teacher Sister."

  Ling Yao spoke up.

  The three of them soon arrived in front of Ling Yao. The one on the far left smiled and said, "Ling Yao, you've also come to see the Cultivation Tower?"

  Ling Yao nodded, murmured in agreement, and then her gaze swept over the other two people. The person standing in the middle was indeed Leng Han. As for the other man with a gaunt face, sunken eye sockets, and wearing a grey robe, she recognized him as well.

  Yanran smiled and said, "Lingyao Shimei, you should know Cold Han Shixiong. And this one is Yu Xin Shixiong from the Yin Yang Institute."

  When she heard Yu Xin's name, Ling Yao's face showed a hint of surprise.

  "Brother Yuxin, ranked 21st on the Martial Arts Ranking List?"

  Leng Han smiled coldly: "That's right. I didn't expect that Ling Yao would also take a look at this year's martial arts rankings. However, Ling Yao's information might be slightly outdated. Just now, Yu Shixiong defeated the 19th ranked Huang Rulin of Qingjian Academy. So now, Yu Xin Shixiong has already entered the top twenty."

  Ling Yao looked at Yu Xin with even more surprise.

  Yu's expressionless face said: "Leng Han, stop talking nonsense. Where is that kid who made our Yin Yang Institute lose face? Let me deal with him quickly."

  "Cold laughter said: 'Not far, not far. Inside the Cultivation Tower.'"

  Yu Xin said in a cold voice, "The Cultivation Tower? Fighting is forbidden inside the tower."

  Leng Han said: "Inside the tower is not possible, can it be done outside the tower? Anyway, he will come out eventually."

  Yu thought for a moment and said, "Alright. Let's wait for him then. Hopefully he has some tricks up his sleeve as you've said, or else I'll take all of you down together if he's too weak."

  The cold smile immediately became somewhat awkward. Looking at Yu Xin, he secretly thought to himself, "This martial arts madman only knows how to fight, and now he even wants to join forces with him." If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, today he would definitely slap his ears severely.

  Ling Yao's brow furrowed at this moment and said: "You're not talking about Lu Fan, are you? Leng Han, why did you find someone to beat up Lu Fan?"

  Ling Yao's face had already turned sulky, and Yan Ran said with a smile: "Sister Ling Yao, that Lu Fan from the First Yuan Institute and Han Feng made the Yin Yang Institute lose face. It's only natural for the Yin Yang Institute to come over and teach them a lesson. Why are you getting angry?"

  Ling Yao's face turned red as she said, "They are just having a normal match, a normal gamble. Losing face is also something that the people of Yin Yang Institute brought upon themselves. Moreover... they are my friends."

  His cold eyes changed, he had already heard the abnormal tone of Ling Yao's last sentence.

  Yanran smiled and said: "Friends? Lingyao Shimei, so soon you've become friends with them. Has spring arrived in your heart?"

  Ling Yao's face turned red as if it was about to bleed. Leng Han's expression became increasingly ugly, because the more Ling Yao acted like this, the more likely it seemed that Yan Ran's words were true.

  Leng Han had long regarded Ling Yao as his own dish, and didn't want anyone to snatch it from him. He said coldly, "Sister Ling Yao, this is a matter between our Yin Yang Institute and the One Yuan Institute, and has nothing to do with you. However, since Sister Ling Yao considers them friends, I can deal with them more leniently."

  He paused for a moment before continuing, "Of course, as a return favor, I hope that Ling Yao can join me for lunch. This condition isn't excessive, is it?"

  Ling Yao gritted her teeth and said: "It turns out that Han Feng's evaluation of you was spot on."

  Leng Han suddenly reached out his hand towards Ling Yao, wanting to grab her small hand.

  Ling Yao reacted quickly, slapping Cold Han's arm to the side. Yu Xin smiled and said, "A girl with personality. Cold Han, if we people from the Yin Yang Institute want to get a certain woman, what should we do?"

  Leng Han smiled lightly and said: "I understand, Yu Xin Shixiong."

  As soon as the words fell, Leng Han suddenly made a move. A finger directly pointed at Ling Yao's shoulder, and a powerful aura burst into Ling Yao's body. In an instant, Ling Yao was stunned on the spot.

  Leng Hanxiao looked at Ling Yao and said, "Sorry, Ling Yao, I'm afraid you'll have to stand by and watch. Yan Ran, help your junior sister, we're going to wait for those two from the First Yuan Institute at the White Pagoda Gate."

  Yanran stepped forward and supported Lingyao's body.

  Ling Yao's body was stiff, but she could still speak. Lowering her voice, Ling Yao said: "Yanran Shijie, are you in cahoots with them?"

  "Yanran said in a voice that only Lingyao could hear, 'Lingyao sister, I didn't want to treat you like this either. But who made you steal the spotlight from me as soon as you arrived? Who made you so close to Master, making it seem like you're his only disciple? Lingyao sister, everything is your fault. However, after Coldhuan brother deals with those two friends of yours and then takes care of you, you'll no longer be a threat to me. I will still be the third senior sister of Mingxin Institute, and you will obediently become my good junior sister.'"

  Ling Yao closed her mouth and stopped talking.

  Yanran smiled lightly and followed Lingyao's footsteps with Lenghan and Yu Xin.

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  The Cultivation Tower had four levels, and Lu Fan and Han Feng were completely unaware of the situation outside, still desperately climbing upwards.

  "The highest martial art of the second layer is human-level high-ranking, the third layer is spiritual-level low-ranking, and the fourth layer is spiritual-level mid-ranking. Lu Fan, junior brother, as long as we reach the fifth layer, we'll have a chance to obtain spiritual-level high-ranking martial arts! Charge!"

  Han Feng shouted loudly and desperately climbed upwards, wishing he could use his hands and feet at the same time.

  Arriving at this place, the stairs with mysterious symbols are getting harder to climb. Every step feels like being sucked onto the stone slab, unable to lift one's feet. Moreover, each layer of stone steps has a strong light screen that blocks the way forward.

  The light screen was dozens of feet high, and after a great deal of effort to shatter it with a powerful blow, the light screen would turn into a violent ripple of energy that would crash against them.

  Every step up the stone stairs requires great effort, Lu Fan's fists flew like flying, desperately attacking.

  His movements must be quick because these light screens will recover. If his speed is a little slower, he will be squeezed back by the light screen.

  Bōzan-ken!

  Lu Fan had already put the heavy sword into the ring at this moment, and it was undoubtedly self-inflicted to climb with a heavy sword on his back.

  Fierce Fire Golden Body activated, Lu Fan's every punch must use the strongest explosive force, the twenty times stronger aura instantly transformed from the aura, making him unstoppable, all the way up. The mere staircase leading to the fifth floor couldn't stop him!

  Han Feng was also desperately wielding the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword, dealing with other students outside. He couldn't use the Duo Tian Sword Technique, but here, he could finally use it freely.

  Every sword that went down could cut through a piece of light curtain. Gritting his teeth and holding on to not be squeezed out by the ripples of power, Han Feng was advancing with all his might. Lu Fan deliberately slowed down a bit, allowing Han Feng to keep up with his footsteps. With him shattering the light curtains in front, Han Feng's senior brother could reduce a lot of pressure. Sometimes, taking advantage of the gap when the light curtain recovered, he could even follow Lu Fan and connect several layers.

  The two of them walked up several hundred stone steps, but still hadn't reached the fifth floor. The purple flames floating in the distance were within arm's reach, but neither Han Feng nor Lu Fan showed any interest.

  After climbing up another hundred stone steps quickly, a gate appeared in front of me. I stepped inside and everything became clear at once.

  Han Feng plopped himself down at the entrance, counted his fingers to calculate the time, and said: "It's been about half a watch, right? I'm exhausted, just climbing these stone steps is taking my life. Lu Fan, junior brother, let's find some martial skills quickly."

  Lu Fan nodded, and the two of them gazed intently. They saw that the fifth floor was roughly the same as the four floors below, with a huge silver puppet standing in the center. Black flames fluttered above its head.

  Han Feng glanced around and found a stone tablet. He read out loud: "Five layers, the fire of the underworld."

  Lu Fan's gaze swept through the fifth floor and immediately saw two students under the white silver puppet.

  The two of them moved swiftly, desperately trying to grab the floating flames, but every time they did, they were engulfed by the dark underworld fire and violently shaken all over their bodies, forcing them to let go again.

  Two students, one male and one female, looked unwell.

  They turned their heads and glanced at Lu Fan and Han Feng before ignoring them again.

  "Let's start, Lu Fan junior brother. Pick a good one, none of those high-ranking spiritual ones will do!"

  Lu Fan nodded, a high-level spiritual martial skill was quite good. After all, the Lu family's inherited martial skills were only low-level spiritual level.

  Lu Fan's gaze was fixed on the dark fireballs floating in mid-air. Compared to the first layer, these floating fireballs were much larger and faster, not as easy to capture.

  Han Feng couldn't wait any longer and made the first move. With a sudden leap, Han Feng's hand flashed like lightning and grabbed a black fireball.

  "Haha, martial skills acquired!"

  Han Feng burst out laughing, his palm had already reached into the fireball and touched that martial skill inside.

  Before he could even withdraw his martial skills, Han Feng felt a sharp pain coming from his palm, and at the same time, a powerful flame energy directly pushed him back.

  Han Feng's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a mournful cry as he fell flat on the ground.

  A man and woman standing next to each other burst out laughing.

  The man said with disdain in his eyes: "Fool, the martial skills guarded by the Netherworld Fire are not that easily obtained."

  Lu Fan quickly stepped forward and looked at Master Han Feng, saying: "Are you okay?"

  Han Feng looked at his own palm, which had already been burned red despite being protected by a powerful seal.

  "No harm, no harm. I'll take care of his ancestors first, this flame is still not allowing people to use martial arts."

  Lu Fan smiled and said: "Maybe your method is wrong. Let me try."

  As he spoke, Lu Fan suddenly jumped up and grabbed a jumping black fireball with one hand. He landed lightly on the ground, holding it tightly in his grasp without any sign of loosening his grip.

  The man and woman beside him suddenly widened their eyes.