Chapter Thirty-Two: Dead Camp

  Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yi Chen's long shirt fluttered without wind, and a strong suction force emanated from his body, absorbing the spiritual energy from the heavens and earth.

  Half an hour later, the suction force released by Yi Chen gradually weakened, and the soul power between heaven and earth dissipated like a receding tide.

  Slowly opening his eyes, Yi Chen internally examined the beast soul. After that previous round of cultivation, the soul power within the beast soul had become much purer.

  "The three-product soul technique has become a mere ornament." Yi Chen's biggest headache now is his kung fu, as his current three-product dynamic soul technique can no longer keep up with the current stage of cultivation.

  "The Yi family has a strongest soul technique, which is of the fourth-grade upper rank. However, not everyone can cultivate it, and one must have the cultivation base of Zhenyuan boundary. Moreover, the elder of the family must agree."

  Thinking of this, Yi Chen secretly scolded in his heart. If it weren't for those elders, perhaps Yi Siqing would have already taught him that soul technique.

  Expel all those irrelevant thoughts and distractions, Yi Chen picked up the Heavenly Book from the bed, where there was a 2-star map.

  These days, he has been cultivating and practicing engraving the Two-Star Chart in his spare time. Although he still can't engrave perfectly, identifying Soul Spirit Stones is no longer a problem.

  At first, Yin Wei left behind six two-star soul spirit stones. Except for the two that failed to be identified and turned into a pile of powder, the remaining four were all absorbed by him.

  "The soul spirit stones left by the teacher have all been used up, and from now on we can only rely on ourselves." Yi Chen put away the Heavenly Book in his storage ring, and his gaze also lingered on the soul spirit stones obtained from the clan meeting.

  "The Three-Star and Four-Star Soul Stones can only be identified slowly." These two soul stones required self-identification, making Yi Chen feel extremely helpless.

  But he didn't think much of it, gathered his things and walked out the door, under the gaze of many relatives who looked at him with a mixture of fear and respect, to the gate of the Yi family.

  A rickety cart was parked in front of the gate. Yi Si Qing and Yi Lin stood beside it, their faces filled with worry as they saw Yi Chen come out.

  "Grandfather, can we set off now?" Walking up to Yis Qing's side, Yi Chen put on a relaxed smile.

  "It's very dangerous there, be careful." Yisi Qing was well aware of his grandson's temperament and didn't try to dissuade him.

  "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Yi Chen nodded and then got on the carriage.

  Yi Siqing did not see them off. Yi Lin drove, and under his urging, the chariot pulled by a team of horses left the imperial capital and headed north.

  Sitting in the swaying carriage, Yi Chen held a set of black lacquered armor with the three large characters "Two Ten Thousand" printed on it.

  In the death camp, each prisoner had his own number, and each number represented a dead man. Including Yi Chen, there were a total of 20,000 people.

  Unexpectedly, there were so many people in the dead camp. Yi Chen put on the suit of armor with a swift motion while secretly cursing to himself. The size was just right, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

  "Yi Lin Shu, how much longer until we reach the Dead Camp?" Yi Chen asked, lifting up the canvas cover of the carriage.

  "In half a time unit, it's not like the outside, where killings are staged every day. From the establishment of the camp to now, four Tianhun realm strongmen have fallen there." As soon as the word "death camp" was mentioned, Yi Lin's face turned solemn.

  "So terrifying?" Yi Chen's face showed a look of surprise, and his eyes flashed with solemnity.

  Yi Chen didn't ask any more questions and after hurrying for half a time period, a city wall gradually appeared in the distance.

  Siying is not a camp but the name of a city, and the city appearing in the distance is Siying.

  "Whoa." Without approaching the dead camp, Yisi Qing pulled on the reins, and the three-headed Chimera beast immediately stopped.

  "Little one has seen the butler." Also in that instant, five figures rushed out from the grass bushes on both sides, and they bowed to Yi Lin with great respect.

  "Little master, in order not to draw attention, I can only send you off here." Chao Lai nodded slightly and lifted the canvas.

  Upon hearing this, Yi Chen nodded slightly and jumped off the carriage. As he sensed the aura released by the five approaching men, three words echoed in his mind: "Stellar Soul Realm!"

  "Have met Young Master Xiao." Yi Lin had given advance notice, and all five of them knew Yi Chen's identity, their faces showing respect.

  Yi Chen simply nodded indifferently and said, "Uncle Yi Lin, you can go back first."

  "Be careful with everything." Yi Lin said this, and then instructed the five people who came to greet him for a few words before driving the carriage away.

  "Let's go." After Yi Lin left, Yi Chen said this sentence faintly to the five people, and then followed them to the Dead Camp.

  Along the way, Yi Chen asked about some things related to the Dead Camp. After a round of inquiry, he finally realized that the Dead Camp was not as simple as outsiders knew.

  All dead prisoners have their own numbers, and those with lower numbers represent strength and status, enjoying better treatment.

  The first four numbers are called 'Tian Zi Hao', as long as you have these four numbers, you can get rid of the identity of a dead prisoner and become a team leader.

  The remaining ninety-six were called 'earth character number', also able to get rid of the identity of dead prisoners and become squad leaders.

  The Dead Camp is the empire's sharp blade, only a group of cold-blooded people are needed, and in order to motivate them to continue fighting and challenging, the Dead Camp has this rule.

  Each prisoner can challenge a prisoner with a number one higher than his own, and if he wins, he gets the other's number. Through continuous challenges, as long as there is strength, it is also possible to challenge the land number and the heavenly number.

  So, it's not that having a heavenly number and an earthly number means absolute safety, their lives are always under threat.

  "No wonder it's called the Dead Camp, with countless deaths and injuries from the constant challenges that occur every day." Yi Chen said this in a low voice, but instead of being afraid, he started to get excited.

  "The young master has arrived. Once you enter the Dead Camp, everything will depend on yourself." The five men who led Yi Chen to the city gate finally spoke these words.

  Upon hearing this, Yi Chen nodded his head. At that moment, he was only at the city gate, but he had already sensed a bloody aura and the air was filled with a bloody smell.

  "There is a stone tablet here." Beside the gate, there was a stone tablet with names carved on it, which caught Yi Chen's attention.

  "Every year, geniuses come to the Easy House for training, and when they leave, they write down the titles they've obtained on it." The five people accompanying him explained.

  "Has that bastard Yixiao been here too?" He nodded, and Yichen's gaze stayed on the last line of the stone tablet, where a small inscription read: "Yixiao, Best Ranking: 6,000th."

  "Father and Uncle are also here." Yi Chen's gaze moved, stopping at the front row, where two lines of words were engraved: "Yi Siqing, Best ranking: First place. Yi Kui, Best ranking: First place."

  "Even Ah Ye and his men can only be defeated by this formation. Is this dead camp really that terrifying?" Yi Chen's face showed shock.