1234 The Beaten Up Zhu Yan (1/2)

The bloody river was called the Yellow Spring River. Bu Fang was no stranger to it. He had been here once. Back then, he was very weak, and he had no idea about the river's might. He had seen many things since then, and when he looked down at it from the warship now, he could see its horror.

The waters of the Yellow Spring River rolled fiercely as bones swam in it and broken souls wailed, filling the air with a terrifying atmosphere.

What was truly unforgettable to Bu Fang was the Yellow Spring Grass that grew by the river and the Senseless Lotus that drifted in the river. He had brewed the Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine with Yellow Spring Grass and Flower of Helplessness, and on the day it was opened, its aroma had filled the whole Valley of Gluttony. Back then, he had used only a one-leaf Yellow Spring Grass and an ordinary Flower of Helplessness to brew the wine. He reckoned that if he were to use a nine-leaf one, the wine might be better than the three great wines of the Abyss.

Bu Fang was just thinking, though. After all, the nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass was the Yellow Spring Great Sage's precious treasure, who was a figure feared by even Lord Dog. In the past, he had no idea how strong the Great Sage was, but now he knew… The Yellow Spring Great Sage was an existence not weaker than Lord Dog. Even the woman in God Vanishing Mountain was afraid of him.

Although the Yellow Spring River was not a forbidden land, it was comparable to one because of the Yellow Spring Great Sage. Also, there was a formidable spirit beast in the Yellow Spring Valley, the Blood Illuminating Dragon. Bu Fang didn't understand why they chose it as the venue for the tournament. He wondered if they had obtained the consent from the Yellow Spring Great Sage.

Fortunately, the venue was not at the source of the Yellow Spring River, but at its middle near the lower reaches. The river here was not that horrible. Bu Fang recalled his experience when he visited the river last time. There was the Bridge of Helplessness, the Reborn Boat, and the Soul Fisherman… They were all very mysterious, which made the river no less frightening than the other forbidden lands.

The warship rumbled and landed not far away from a huge city.

The city was built at the lower reaches of the Yellow Spring River. It was bold to do so. Perhaps that was the reason why the river could not become a forbidden land. It was too long, slithering through the whole Earth Prison, and on top of that, it was gentler than the other forbidden lands.

When Bu Fang visited the Yellow Spring River last time, he arrived directly at the source of the river. It was quite far away from here, so he didn't discover this city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The group of six people left the warship and came up to the city gates. The towering gates were built with blood-colored bricks, which made them look rather gruesome. Earth Prison Guards clad in black armor were posted outside the arched doorway, inspecting the visitors.

Zhu Yan and his companions took deep breaths. They had finally arrived at the venue.

Bu Fang glanced at the Forbidden Soul City. It was a majestic city, and he could sense a terrible aura inside. Clearly, it was guarded by an expert.

People were coming and going in front of the city gates.

”I've heard about this city, but I never visited it before,” said Nethery. There was a curious look in her eyes.

They didn't stop for long because Zhu Yan and his young friends had already walked up the gates and were stopped in front of the entrance.

People around rested their eyes on the group of young juniors, and many were smiling derisively at them. What attracted those smiles were their weak cultivation bases. Among the other participants, the weakest ones were Nine-star True Immortals or even half-step Saints, and some stronger worlds only sent One-revolution Little Saints. Compared to them, Six-star Immortals were too weak.

Zhu Yan and his friends were puffed up with pride before they came here. They thought they could get amazing results in the tournament. However, upon sensing the auras of the participants from the other small worlds, their expressions changed, and they were no longer so confident. They found that the auras and cultivation bases of almost all the other participants were stronger than theirs.

The scorn-filled gazes made them very uncomfortable.

Bu Fang, who was following them, kept the same expression. When Zhu Yan and the others saw his face, they somewhat admired his strong will. After all, Bu Fang's cultivation base was about the same level as them, or so they thought.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground suddenly shook. A group of burly bald men with an average height of two and a half meters walked up from behind them. These men were naked to the waists. Their bodies were full of muscles, and their bronze skin shone like metal.

”Oh, we meet again, weaklings of the Immortal Cooking Realm,” said the one leading them. His voice rang in every ear as loud as a bell, and when he walked, the ground shook.

Zhu Yan thought of what Nethery had said earlier, and he knew these men should be the experts from the Vajra Realm. An angry look crept up his face. He could suffer the gazes, but the man's blatant sarcasm had infuriated him.

BOOM! BOOM!

The group of men came up to them, leaving numerous footprints on the ground. The leader's eyes shone coldly as he said with a contemptuous tone, ”You're the leader of the Immortal Cooking Realm team? So weak… I can kill you with just a pinch.”

Zhu Yan glared at the man. He was boiling with rage inside. ”Weak? Show me how strong you are…” He could not tell the man's cultivation base, but that didn't stop him from flying into a rage. Perhaps this big fellow was just slightly stronger than him, and he might have a chance to win. After all, his family had given him many treasures before he left.

”Oh… Do you want to die?” The burly man narrowed his eyes and sneered.

The Immortal Cooking Realm was fearsome when it was at its prime, but today's Immortal Cooking Realm was just too weak.

”Hurry up and enter the city! If you have conflicts, settle them during the tournament. Don't block the way!” The cold voice of a guard rang out suddenly.

Zhu Yan's movement paused, and he gritted his teeth.

The burly man grinned. He thought nothing of Zhu Yan and the others, but he didn't dare to cause trouble in Earth Prison. He had seen how the woman who guided them here defeated an expert on the warship next to his with just one move. That kind of strength was enough to show how formidable Earth Prison was. His Vajra Realm was no match for it.

”Don't let me see you in the arena, or I'll kill you with my finger!” he sneered, then strode into the city.

Zhu Yan's face was almost purple, but at the same time, he felt a sense of powerlessness. Before setting off, he was full of confidence, and yet when he finally stepped into Earth Prison, he realized that his cultivation base meant nothing here.

”Brother Zhu, don't be discouraged. We are from the Immortal Cooking Realm after all. Ask him to compete in cooking skills with us, and we'll surely defeat him.” Mo Yan tried to console him.