151: The Chosen One's Sewer Adventure!

Ten Thousand Demon City, Underground.

This was the city's intestines; sticky filth was its only flesh and blood.

The smell of rot, stench, and sulfur mixed into a thickness that wouldn't dissipate, enough to rot the Divine Soul of any living being.

A dark figure clung to the slippery walls, moving with difficulty through the filthy sewers.

Qin Feng.

He felt like he was going insane.

"Qin Three Seconds... Qin Three Seconds..."

This name was like a maggot on a bone, gnawing incessantly at his mind.

No matter where he hid, those pervasive sounds of mockery would catch up, slicing away at his Divine Soul over and over again.

Even worse, that madman called the "Night King" had actually mobilized the entire city's forces to capture him.

After several narrow escapes, he had finally ended up like a stray dog, hiding in the filthiest corner of this city.

"Su Chen... Ling Qingzhu... Blood Rakshasa... Wang Teng..."

Qin Feng lay against the cold stone wall, his teeth clenched so hard they shattered, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

Every name represented a brand that nailed him to the pillar of shame.

Hate.

Hatred was his only sustenance at this moment.

But he knew that hatred alone was useless.

His only chance was to enter the Yellow Springs Secret Realm and seize the legendary yellow springs demonic sword!

Only with an Imperial Weapon in hand could he overturn this damned chessboard and crush everyone who had humiliated him into powder!

Qin Feng leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, his rapidly working brain frantically searching the depths of his memory.

A record from a tattered ancient book suddenly surfaced.

"The bottom of the Nine Netherworlds, the source of the Yellow Springs, the destination of ten thousand demons, hidden in the most filthy place..."

The most filthy place?

Qin Feng looked around; this sewer, which was a hundred times more foul than a latrine, wasn't it exactly the most filthy place?!

A crazy thought split the Chaos in his mind like a bolt of lightning.

The entrance to the Yellow Springs Secret Realm must be at the deepest part of these sewers!

So that's it!

This is the trial a Son of Destiny should have! To find a chance of survival in a desperate situation, to see a divine treasury within the filth!

The previous social death and humiliation were all the Heavenly Dao tempering my state of mind!

Yes! It must be so!

A morbid light reignited in Qin Feng's unfocused eyes.

This self-hypnosis was his only mental support at this moment.

[Just wait! Once I find the yellow springs demonic sword, the first one I'll kill is that idiot Wang Teng! Then Su Chen! I'll carve up that pretty face of his, stroke by stroke!]

[And Ling Qingzhu, Liu Ruyan, Blood Rakshasa... you sluts, all of you will become my prisoners, wagging your tails and begging for mercy at my feet!]

These venomous fantasies gave him infinite motivation.

He no longer cared about the nauseating stench and felt his way toward the deeper, darker parts of the sewers.

This place was like a giant spider web, with branching paths intertwining.

Some passages were as wide as squares, while others were so narrow one could only crawl forward.

On the walls, one could occasionally see glowing moss and scratch marks left by unknown creatures.

Qin Feng suppressed his aura to the limit, proceeding with extreme caution.

He didn't know how long he had been walking.

One day, or two?

In this sunless underground, time had lost its meaning.

He only knew that he was getting hungrier and thirstier.

The Medicinal Pills and food in his Storage Pouch had been exhausted during the days of flight.

"Gurgle..."

His stomach growled at an inopportune time.

Qin Feng's expression became incredibly unsightly.

As the dignified Son of Destiny, owner of the Qilin Arm, was he actually going to starve to death in a sewer?

If word of this got out, it would be ten thousand times more embarrassing than being called "Qin Three Seconds"!

Just as he was nearing despair, a rustling sound suddenly came from the end of the dark corridor ahead.

Qin Feng's heart tightened, and he immediately pressed himself against the wall, holding his breath.

The sound grew closer.

A hunched figure, holding a dim oil lamp made from a skull, was rummaging through something at a nearby fork, like an old beggar scraping for a living in a trash heap.

Should he step forward?

What if it was one of the Night King's men... Just as he hesitated, the figure seemed to have found something, let out a satisfied sigh, and stood up shakily, preparing to leave.

He couldn't wait any longer!

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and flashed out from the darkness, instantly appearing before the person.

"Senior, please wait!"

The hunched figure was startled, nearly dropping the skull lamp.

He looked up, revealing a wrinkled face as dry as tree bark.

Qin Feng saw clearly that this was an old demonic cultivator whose aura was so weak it was almost non-existent; his cultivation was likely not even at the Dao Foundation Realm.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You... who are you?" The old man's voice was raspy and timid.

Qin Feng suppressed the ruthlessness in his eyes and forced a smile he considered gentle, cupping his hands. "Junior Qin Feng is a Loose Cultivator. I have inadvertently lost my way here and hope Senior can provide some guidance on how to get out."

He didn't dare ask about the Yellow Springs Secret Realm directly, fearing it would arouse suspicion.

"Out?" The old man's cloudy eyes sized up Qin Feng, and he shook his head. "Young man, the sewers of Ten Thousand Demon City are also called the 'Ruins of No Return'. Once you're in, don't think about getting out."

Qin Feng's heart sank abruptly.

"Is there... truly no way out?"

The old man sighed, seemingly moved by compassion.

"A way? It's not that there isn't one. It's just..."

His cloudy eyes rolled around, as if he were hesitating over something.

Seeing this, Qin Feng's heart stirred, and he immediately understood.

He quietly fished out the last, and only presentable, High-Grade Spirit Stone from the corner of his Storage Pouch and handed it over.

"A small token of my appreciation. I hope Senior will accept it."

When the old man saw that Spirit Stone, his eyes lit up instantly.

He snatched the Spirit Stone, bit it with his teeth, and a greedy smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe... you're a sensible lad."

The old man's attitude shifted 180 degrees instantly.

He fumbled in his robes for a long time and pulled out a piece of animal hide, handing it to Qin Feng.

"Since I like the look of you, I'll sell you this 'Sewer Survival Guide' passed down from my ancestors at a bargain."

"Follow the paths on it, and I guarantee you'll find the exit."

Qin Feng took the animal hide and unfolded it; it was covered in dense lines drawn in cinnabar. Although complex, it did indeed feature an arrow pointing to the "Exit."

He was ecstatic.

I truly am the one chosen by destiny!

"Thank you, Senior!"

Qin Feng put away the map, gave the old man a deep bow, and then impatiently turned and ducked into a deeper fork in the path, following the map's directions.

Watching Qin Feng's disappearing back, the wrinkles on the "old man's" face suddenly rippled like water.

His figure slowly straightened, and his hunched back became upright.

That old face eventually turned into a blurry face that seemed to be composed of mist.

It was precisely the most mysterious demonic cultivator of Ten Thousand Demon City, Illusion Thousand Faces.

He tossed the High-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand and let out an ambiguous chuckle.

"Qin Three Seconds... Heh, what a naive, good boy."

He glanced in the direction Qin Feng had vanished, the curve of his lips becoming increasingly playful.

"I hope you enjoy the... Infinite Loop Labyrinth Combo I've prepared for you."

After speaking, his figure gradually faded, merging into the darkness.

Leaving only a faint trail of laughter echoing in the filthy sewers.