"Yes. You came rather late. The first seven trials before the stele have already been broken through, and the rewards were taken by others. Only the eighth and ninth trials remain."
"What about the Netherworld Blood Fruit? Has anyone obtained it?"
"Not yet. It should only be obtainable after breaking through the ninth trial of the stele. You came for that treasure?"
"That's right."
Hearing this, worry showed in Yan Ling's eyes.
"Under everyone's watchful eyes, even if you get it, it will be very hard to keep it. A Fourth Tier rare treasure is very likely to draw a mass attack."
"No matter."
Wang Yu was not especially worried about this. The Blood Slaughter Stele had appeared in the Sixth Hall, which meant there were still three Inner Halls ahead that had not been explored.
He was fast.
If he could obtain the Netherworld Blood Fruit, he naturally had a way to escape.
"Right, I want to ask: do you have any understanding of the Blood God Heart Control Great Art? Why can this secret art lock onto one person?"
Yan Ling frowned, guessing something.
It was no secret that Wang Yu had participated in the Twin Zhuo Conflict. In fact, for the other party to have risen so swiftly, he could not have done so without the support of the Zhuo Clan.
But she, too, was an orphan. If not for an Old Ancestor–level figure speaking on her behalf from behind her, she would not even have been able to hold her position as a True Disciple steady, let alone become the personal disciple of the Cold Blood Mountain Lord now.
Thus, her understanding of the Blood Demon Hall's secret arts was actually not deep.
Just as Yan Ling was thinking about how she should respond to Wang