Blade Slices Green Wolf Demon

A hundred zhang away, a massive building as black as ink stood tall—this was the Demon Suppression Division Prison. Covering over a hundred mu in area, it resembled a primordial beast coiled in wait.

It exuded a bloodthirsty, chilling aura that made one shudder at the mere sight.

"Baichuan, look... this is the Demon Suppression Division Prison. Don't be fooled by its hundred-mu surface area; the underground part is actually much larger." Yang Zhan walked beside Lin Baichuan and said softly, "The prison holds not only demons but also some powerful heretics and deviant cultivators."

But where we're going now is the first level, which mostly holds Soldier-class demons or heretics and deviant cultivators at the Body Refinement realm, so it's not too terrifying yet.

If it were the second or third level, though, that would be a completely different story. I've heard that some demons or heretical masters, even though they're suppressed and their cultivation sealed, are still incredibly sinister—a single glance from them can bewitch your mind and make you kill yourself...

"A single glance can make someone kill themselves?"

Lin Baichuan raised an eyebrow, his heart secretly alarmed.

This world was indeed terrifying enough—martial arts reigned supreme, and strength was horrifyingly great. It seemed he'd have to keep a low profile from now on and never let his guard down.

"Everyone listen up. We're heading to Area Jia-2 of the prison. When you enter, each of you will receive an identity token. This token will guide you to your corresponding cell. Your task is to slay the demon inside the cell..."

At that moment, the ice-faced female Demon Slayer who had led them there spoke up: "Remember, the demons you're to kill are only Soldier-Tier First-Rank, but their strength is not to be underestimated.

If you can't handle it, crush your identity token immediately, and you'll be teleported out of the cell. But the moment you crush that token, your assessment is over. Understood?"

"Understood..."

The hundred Apprentice Demon Slayers shouted in response, their expressions varied.

Some were nervous, their faces pale, even cold sweat beading on their foreheads. Others had gleaming eyes, eager to try. Yang Zhan was the best example—Lin Baichuan could even see a hint of excitement in that guy's eyes.

"Since you all understand, line up and collect your identity tokens one by one."

The ice-faced woman waved her hand.

Instantly, the hundred-strong group formed a long line, collected their tokens one by one, and entered the prison.

Lin Baichuan followed behind Yang Zhan, calmly taking a palm-sized identity token from the female Demon Slayer's hand. The token was pitch-black, likely made of a special wood, with the words "Suppress Demon" carved on one side and a set of numbers on the other.

First Level, Area Jia-2, Cell 32.

"Go in, turn left, walk to the end, and head down the stairs..." The female Demon Slayer glanced at Lu Changsheng and said coldly.

Her voice was icy, as if devoid of any emotion.

"Yes!"

Lin Baichuan nodded, took the token, and walked into the prison. Following the female Demon Slayer's instructions, he turned left and went straight to the end, where he indeed saw a stone staircase leading underground.

"Damn, why is it so cold down here!"

By then, some had already gone down, and faint exclamations could be heard. Lin Baichuan frowned slightly, then strode down the stone steps.

The staircase had thirty steps, leading straight underground.

As soon as he entered the first underground level, a surge of chilling Yin Fiend Qi rushed at him, making even Lin Baichuan shiver involuntarily.

Holy crap, this is no ordinary cold!

Lin Baichuan's heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

This first level of the prison was no simple place. With his current Body Refinement Ninth Stage cultivation, his blood and qi burned like a furnace, already allowing him to be impervious to heat and cold. Yet now he felt an icy chill that made him tremble. If an ordinary person came here, they'd probably be dead from Sha Qi invasion within three days.

"No wonder I always hear that the prison guards here change frequently—this is seriously a high-risk job!"

Lu Changsheng muttered to himself, inwardly feeling relieved.

He was glad that during the assessment back then, he had passed and become an Apprentice Demon Slayer.

At the time, there were refugees who failed the assessment and ended up in the Demon Suppression Division Prison.

If he hadn't passed, he would have likely chosen to enter the prison as a guard too. If that had been the case, his fate would have been easy to imagine. Eroded by Yin Fiend Qi year after year, living to thirty would have been a blessing from his ancestors.

Lin Baichuan's mind wandered as he held the identity token, following its mysterious guidance step by step deeper into the prison.

The cells in the prison were all very large, since most of the inmates were demons—some of them enormous in size, so naturally the cells couldn't be small. Each cell was made entirely of a black metal, its surface covered in intricate runes. Faint streams of light could be seen shimmering, harboring some kind of powerful force.

These were array inscriptions, crafted by an Array Master, capable of sealing everything inside the cell and reinforcing its defenses.

Soon, Lin Baichuan arrived at Area Jia-2, Cell 32.

He inserted the identity token into a slot by the cell door.

Creak...

The heavy door let out a grating sound as it slowly swung open. He retrieved the token, gripped his battle blade, and strode briskly inside.

Inside the cell was a Green Wolf over a zhang tall, its eyes blood-red, staring straight at him. It opened its massive maw, releasing a nauseating stench of blood.

"Kid, you're here to kill me..."

The Green Wolf fixed its gaze on Lin Baichuan and said coldly, "You're only at Body Refinement Ninth Stage—who gave you the guts to come?"

"Killing a beast like you doesn't require much strength. Body Refinement Ninth Stage is more than enough."

Lin Baichuan sneered. Before his words even faded, he had already moved. With a sudden lunge, he drew his long blade and slashed fiercely at the Green Wolf.

Clang...

The blade sang as it split the air, a flash of light moving faster than lightning.

This was the Seven Kill Saber Art he had cultivated. A Mortal-grade low-tier martial skill—the most difficult among those available to trainee Demon Slayers. But once mastered, its power far surpassed other Mortal-grade low-tier skills; if perfected, it could even rival a Mortal-grade mid-tier one.

"Bastard! A mere human dares to use me as a whetstone? Today, I'll devour you alive..."

Green Wolf roared, sweeping out a massive claw like a door panel straight at Lin Baichuan, the very air splitting apart with the force.

Crack... Boom...

The claw came down, stirring up a fierce Gale Wind that carved trenches into the ground like blades. The green wolf claw, hard as metal, clashed against the war saber in Lin Baichuan's hand, sending sparks flying in all directions.

The next instant, a tremendous impact surged forth, blasting Lin Baichuan back a dozen paces.

"So that's all you've got? Then you can die."

Lin Baichuan snorted coldly, his brows sharpening. Suddenly, he accelerated, crossing over ten zhang like a phantom, appearing eerily behind Green Wolf. His long saber swept out, slashing toward the wolf's waist.

"Owww..."

Green Wolf howled. Lin Baichuan's strike was too fast, and his own body too massive to dodge. He could only twist aside as best he could while lashing his wolf tail like a whip at Lin Baichuan.

Lin Baichuan gave a cold laugh, ignoring the incoming whip. A golden light flashed within his body, and his skin instantly turned a faint gold. He took the wolf's blow head-on, his saber arcing down to slice across Green Wolf's waist.