Entering the Mountains

"Hello, welcome to South District Airport. The ferry ticket to the Garbage Mountain costs 100,000 yuan. Would you like to pay in cash or by bank transfer?"

Compared to the South District, which has an overall style reminiscent of Pigsty Alley, the airport leading to the Garbage Mountain looks extremely futuristic. Spaceships that seem to only appear in science fiction movies are docked around the airport, waiting for passengers to board.

Feng Xue took out a 100,000 Tower Coins and handed it to the ticket seller. With her boarding pass, she walked into the inner part of the airport, selecting a spaceship while observing these aircraft, which were not much bigger than buses.

After learning that they were "False Thing," Feng Xue suddenly felt that the ticket to the 100,000 Towers might not have been such a bad deal after all.

"Welcome aboard the Explorer. We are five minutes away from takeoff and will be heading to the third spaceport located in the middle of the Garbage Mountain. Please double-check your destination. Turbulence may occur during launch; please remain calm. This ship belongs to 'Hundred Tales', and any irrational behavior will be investigated and punished..."

Listening to the mechanical sounds filling the cabin, the spaceship slowly detached from the airport. However, before Feng Xue could even savor this novel experience, the flight attendant's voice rang out again from inside the cabin—

"This aircraft is about to enter the third airport in the middle section of the Garbage Mountain. Passengers, please prepare to disembark in an orderly manner..."

"We're here already? It hasn't been ten minutes yet?" Feng Xue glanced at the surrounding passengers out of the corner of her eye, but saw that most of them seemed unsurprised. She quickly suppressed her surprise and calmly waited for the cabin door to open.

But as he stepped out of the cabin, a strong sense of unease instantly enveloped him.

If the previous airport had a feel of a technological fortress from Star Wars, then this airport now looks like the lair of green-skinned orcs.

The seemingly haphazardly twisted metal and pipes formed a platform that could barely be used for docking. But what made Feng Xue most uncomfortable, however, were the men and women in the airport, some crying incessantly, others with lifeless eyes.

They were either wearing collars and being led like dogs on leashes, or wearing shackles and locked in iron cages; the despair they exuded was almost suffocating.

Yet, all of this seemed perfectly normal in this airport, as if no one realized that the creatures they held in their hands and kept in cages were just like them—human beings.

"Hoo..." Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Feng Xue quickly walked out of the airport. When he killed for the first time, he didn't vomit as much as the legends said, because after appearing in Infinite City, he had realized that he could not survive without killing.

When Jeston's men stripped him naked, locked him in a prison van, and sent him to jail, Feng Xue didn't feel anything like that. He knew then that there was an irreconcilable conflict between the Real Worlder and the dead, and that killing or being killed was perfectly normal. Although he was determined to kill those people without hesitation whenever he had the chance, he didn't have any intention of going back for revenge after escaping.

But at this moment, looking at those people who were being treated like livestock, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Without lingering in this uncomfortable place, Feng Xue walked along the path worn into the ground, heading away from the airport. However, he hadn't gone far when he stopped, his right middle finger slightly bent.

"Hey, newbie, is this your first time in Garbage Mountain? Looks like you've got a lot of good stuff on you. If you know what's good for you, hand it over now, or I'll teach you how to make a living in this place!"

A piercing sound came from behind her. Feng Xue turned her head and calmly looked at the two men following behind her. Feng Xue recognized these two faces; they were passengers from the same spaceship as her, and they had probably been watching her since they were on the ship.

But...

"Although I don't know your names, thank you very much."

Feng Xue calmly took two steps forward, seemingly intending to shake hands, but the murderous intent that emanated from her peaceful expression caused the two to involuntarily take a few steps back.

"Big brother, something's off about this kid... heh heh..."

"Thump!"

In the blink of an eye, both bodies had fallen to the ground, blood gushing rapidly from the wounds torn in their necks. Feng Xue stood beside them, gently flicking the blood droplets from the tip of the Blade of Suffocation, carefully pondering the feeling she had just experienced.

"So this is what the 'first sword' feels like?" Savoring the feeling from the gathering of killing intent to the passing of life, Feng Xue gained a slight understanding of the first sword of the Thirteen Swords of Life Taking.

That's why he came to the Garbage Mountain.

The Thirteen Swords of Life Taking is a Sword Technique born from slaughter, and it can only be mastered through slaughter. Merely imitating sword manuals and moves will only result in a superficial imitation.

At least for the last moment, he grasped the meaning of "killing intent".

It's not some mystical thing; it's simply the "will to kill others." But to control something so simple, you need enough bloodshed to do so effectively.

"Thank you for existing, so that I don't feel guilty about killing 'not for survival'."

Feng Xue murmured softly, but her hands moved swiftly to remove the Phantom Object from the two of them. She didn't even bother to check the attributes of those Phantom Object, and simply took out a Wrapping Cloth and wrapped them up.

She casually Smelt the two corpses as well. Feng Xue glanced in the direction of the airport, looked at the pursuers who had suddenly retreated, and gently shook her head.

A jet-black cloak suddenly unfurled from behind like the wings of a demon, enveloping Feng Xue's body. As the darkness dissipated, his figure vanished from the spot.

Before unleashing the Thirteen Swords of Life Taking, one must first cultivate a fierce aura. Now that the fierce aura is there, it is time to seek out someone worthy of being killed.

Even Omen will do.

"Who's this kid?" Seeing Feng Xue disappear like a shadow, the group following behind exchanged bewildered glances. A young man with a clock emblem on his chest asked:

"I don't know, I was just told to keep an eye on him and not let him die... But now it seems I wouldn't be as efficient as him even if I went myself."

"Oh? A promising newcomer favored Demon Hour?" Upon hearing this, the others abandoned their previous idea of getting a bargain, but some other ulterior motives began to arise.

"Who knows?" The member of the Demon Hour shook his head, said nothing more, and turned to walk down another path. He had only seen the other person on the organization's "list of people of high concern," not as his bodyguard. He had only followed him to check on him when he saw him being followed, and now that the person was alright, there was no need for him to continue following.

But...

"Wasn't this supposed to be a logistics role? Looks like the intelligence department's been slacking off again..."