158: I stumbled upon a living saint in the sewers!

On the other side.

Ten Thousand Demon City, sewer.

Sticky black water overflowed his ankles.

The stench, strong enough to rot and ferment the Divine Soul of an ordinary being, was something Qin Feng had long since grown accustomed to.

He leaned against the slippery stone wall, his lungs wheezing like a broken bellows; every breath felt like swallowing a clump of mud soaked in sulfur and corpse water.

The beast-skin map in his hand was swollen from the sewage, yet the cinnabar red lines on it burned in his eyes, clearer than the Laws of the Heavenly Dao—it was his only hope of crawling out of this boundless Hell!

A trial!

When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a man, it first exercises his mind with suffering!

A morbid fervor burned in the depths of Qin Feng's eyes.

Social death, pursuit, hunger, filth... all of these were stepping stones that a Son of Destiny must crush before ascending to the peak!

The entrance to the Yellow Springs Secret Realm must be at the deepest part of this most foul place!

And this map was the guidance bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Dao through the hands of that mysterious old demonic cultivator!

Wait for it! Su Chen! Wang Teng! Just you wait!]

Resentful fantasies were his only mental support at this moment.

Dragging his numb body, he moved toward the red dot marked "Exit" on the map.

After an unknown amount of time, the narrow passage ahead suddenly opened up.

A glimmer of light filtered through a massive pipe opening.

He was here!

A surge of wild joy rose in Qin Feng's heart. Squeezing out the last bit of his strength, he scrambled and rolled out of the pipe.

He fell clumsily into a relatively dry underground hollow.

Before he could even begin to imagine the vast underground palace and the aura of Emperor Weapons, several familiar yet strange auras caused the blood in his entire body to freeze instantly.

In the center of the hollow, a bonfire was burning.

A "demonic cultivator" with a tall, straight build and a sharp temperament was wiping his longsword with a piece of rag.

Even though he tried his best to disguise himself with Devilish Qi, that unyielding, piercing Sword Intent belonging to the Taiyi Holy Land was still faintly visible.

Beside him, a strange monk with comical, downward-sloping eyebrows was chattering incessantly at a jade-white skeleton.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Corpse, you see, one cannot always eat roasted Soul Beasts; it is too greasy and harms the soul fire. Why not follow this poor monk in eating vegetarian? By being pure of heart and few in desires, only then can you cultivate the Glazed Jade Bone and attain the Bodhisattva Golden Body early..."

Qin Feng's brain went "buzz," and his mind went blank.

People from the Righteous Path?!

And they were the Prodigies of various Holy Lands!

How could they be here?!

"Qin Feng?!"

Jian Buping looked up abruptly, the wind from his movement blowing out half of the bonfire.

When he clearly saw the Face of the newcomer—a Face that had been broadcast billions of times on the light screens of Ten Thousand Demon City—the fire of anger and disgust in his eyes almost became physical.

"You scum of the Righteous Path! You shameless wretch! You actually dare to appear before us!"

Before his voice had even faded, he had already transformed into a streak of sword light that tore through the darkness!

Before the longsword could even be fully unsheathed, a piercing sword beam had already emerged half an inch, stabbing straight toward Qin Feng's heart!

There was not a hint of hesitation in that sword light; it contained the decisiveness of cleaning out the sect and pure Killing Intent!

Too fast!

Qin Feng was terrified to the point of despair. He even wanted to shout "I'm one of you," but that cold Killing Intent told him that in the other's eyes, he was no longer "one of them," but a walking disgrace!

In his haste, he frantically poured all his strength into his right arm!

The scales on that hideous Qilin Arm stood on end as it clawed fiercely toward that lethal sword light!

Clang!

The ear-piercing sound of clashing metal made the entire hollow buzz.

Qin Feng felt a terrifying Sword Intent that he could not resist at all; it tore through his protective Devilish Qi like dry weeds and slashed heavily against the bone of his Qilin Arm!

A domineering and peerless Sword Qi further acted like maggots on a bone, frantically surging into his Meridians and wreaking havoc inside his body!

Poof!

He flew backward like a broken sack and smashed heavily against the stone wall. A mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out, staining the ground before him in a shocking manner.

"Benefactor Sword, stay your hand!" Monk Jiese was greatly shocked and hurriedly stood up. "Although this person's sins are heavy, the Buddha said that by putting down the butcher's knife, one can become a Buddha on the spot. He still has the possibility of being redeemed..."

"Shut up!"

Jian Buping ignored him completely. Holding the longsword that was still dripping with blood, he walked toward Qin Feng step by step, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

"Every day he lives is a day of shame for my Righteous Path! Today, I shall act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate this great humiliation for our Righteous Path!"

It's over.

Qin Feng leaned against the cold stone wall, feeling his spiritual power being churned into a mess by the Sword Qi.

A complete and utter despair swallowed him in an instant.

He had escaped Wang Teng's pursuit and the mockery of the entire city, only to end up dying in such an incomprehensible place.

Dying at the hands of "his own people" who were supposed to be his comrades!

Just as his heart was filled with ashes and he was waiting for death to arrive.

A lazy laugh, filled with a bit of cynicism as if watching a play in one's own backyard, rang out in the hollow without any warning.

"Oh my, how lively! I was wondering why I smelled that unique, sour, and hypocritical scent of the Righteous Path folk. So it's a few friends from the famous righteous sects who have run into the sewers of our Demonic Domain to hold a demon-slaying convention? Why didn't you send an invitation to notify me?"

Everyone looked over in shock at the sound.

They saw a figure who, at some point, had appeared like a ghost at another entrance to the hollow.

That person wore a blurry smoke mask, and his aura was ethereal and uncertain.

Illusion Thousand Faces!

He folded his arms and looked at Qin Feng, who was surrounded in the middle, covered in blood and trembling, with great interest, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Lord 'Qin Three Seconds' of Ten Thousand Demon City? Why are you in such a pathetic state? If your thousands of Demonic Path fans saw this, how heartbroken they would be?"

His tone shifted as his gaze fell upon the murderous Jian Buping. His Face instantly took on a "righteous" expression, and his tone became solemn.

"I say, friend, doesn't your Righteous Path value grace the most? Several of you against one, and bullying someone who is heavily injured and can't even walk straight—if this gets out, it wouldn't be very good, would it?"

He stepped forward two paces and opened his arms, actually shielding Qin Feng behind him.

"How about giving me, Illusion Thousand Faces, some Face, and we'll just call it even for today?"

Illusion Thousand Faces paused, the playfulness in his tone no longer hidden.

"After all, Lord 'Qin Three Seconds' is the biggest joke... oh no, the biggest celebrity in our Ten Thousand Demon City in the last hundred years! We people of the Demonic Domain haven't had enough of humiliating him yet; we can't let you Righteous Path folk beat us to it!"

He was actually... bailing him out?

Qin Feng was completely stunned. He looked at that back standing in front of him, which seemed somewhat "grand," his eyes full of disbelief.

A warm current instantly surged through his cold limbs and bones.