The Boy Who Walked Out of the Demon Pit

Early morning, all was still around them.

A slender youth held a dark red greatsword as he swung it amid the forest of steles. A closer look would reveal that he was not practicing any profound sword technique, but the most ordinary basic swordsmanship on the Spirit Martial Continent.

Though it was basic swordsmanship, the youth showed no trace of carelessness. Every swing was made with all his strength, every movement carried through completely. Chop, thrust, lift, sweep... these fundamental movements appeared in his hands again and again.

After more than a hundred repetitions, the youth sheathed his sword, planted the dark red blade upright into the ground, and slowly let out a breath.

Ssh!

As if piercing tofu, the dark red greatsword slid easily into the earth. The youth flexed his arms and murmured, "I've basically adapted to the weight of this Red Flame Greatsword now. And my spiritual energy has grown so much—perhaps I'll break through to the sixth rank soon."

"Of course. The speed at which your spiritual energy circulates is more than twice as fast as before, isn't it?" another voice said. "And haven't you noticed how strange this place is?"

The youth was none other than Lin Xuan. He smiled. "Of course it's strange. Other than stone steles and black plants, there isn't even a single thing that can move!"

"You're still too young to sense the power of laws. This place seems to form a world of its own, and its laws differ somewhat from those outside." Wine Lord said gravely. "At the very least, time here differs from the outside world."

Seeing Lin Xuan's confusion, Wine Lord continued, "This Demon Pit should be located within an independent minor mystic realm. Where you are now is a buffer zone formed between the minor mystic realm and the greater world. Further in lies another world, one you cannot enter. Further out is the greater world. Between them is distorted space."

"The point is?" Lin Xuan asked with a curl of his lip.

"A few days here are equivalent to several hours in the outside world. And the closer you get to the Demon Pit Mystic Realm, the more pronounced this effect becomes," Wine Lord stated bluntly.

"Little Xuan, this is a rare opportunity. You can use this place to completely master that greatsword!" Wine Lord said.

"Really?" Lin Xuan had originally been worried about the approaching inner sect test, but now it seemed that every problem had been solved.

"But won't I starve to death?" Lin Xuan asked worriedly. "I'm only a Meridian Condensation Realm Spirit Warrior. I can't absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth at all."

"I have a way to make sure you won't starve to death," Wine Lord said. "But it may consume some of my energy. Little Xuan, you must keep looking for spirit herbs to help me brew fine wine!"

"Don't worry, drunkard uncle. As long as I can enter the inner sect, I guarantee I'll find you a whole pile of spirit herbs!" Lin Xuan promised, thumping his chest.

And so, Lin Xuan picked up the Red Flame Greatsword, walked to a place closer to the Demon Pit, and began cultivating once more...

Taihang Mountains, outskirts.

A group of people clad in light silver armor fled through the forest in a miserable state.

"Damn it, the Profound Heaven Sect people are too ruthless. They actually killed so many of our brothers!" a bald, burly man said.

"Second Brother, let's retreat! They're from the Divine Might Corps, and members of the Four Outer Sect Elites have also joined in. We're no match for them at all!" a bearded middle-aged man said resentfully.

"Damn it, we never even took the Brown Stone, yet these people keep chasing us. Zhi Xing's vengeance will have to wait. Let's withdraw!" the bald man said through gritted teeth.

Thus, the surviving members of the Viper Mercenary Group swiftly retreated...

In another direction, at the exit of the Brown Stone.

Members of various factions had gathered there. There were disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect, as well as disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect.

"Senior Brother Jiang, according to our calculations, another batch of Brown Stones will erupt in about half an hour."

Jiang Yulong nodded. He had to obtain a stone this time. He had been in the outskirts of the Demon Pit for five days and had only gotten one Brown Stone, yet there had been nothing inside it. In other words, he had wasted those five days for nothing.

"Hmph! Duan Fei of the Battle Group got three, Shen Lan of the Azure Robe Society got two, and the inner sect disciples are unknown..." Jiang Yulong calculated it over and over, only to discover that he had gained the least.

"Yu'er, don't worry. In a moment, I'll definitely snatch a Brown Divine Stone for you." A fawning voice entered Jiang Yulong's ears. He frowned and glanced over, then gave a cold snort.

Not far behind them, a youth in purple robes was shamelessly pestering Tang Yu. He was none other than the Purple Cloud Sect's Second Young Master Ding.

"Ding Xiang, stay away from me. Be careful, or my brother will come back and beat you up!" Tang Yu said with an annoyed expression.

"Hehe, your brother was invited by Senior Brother Liu Qing to spar long ago. But don't worry, I'll protect you!" the purple-robed youth, Ding Xiang, said as he flicked his hair.

Duan Fei stood nearby with a dark expression. He was handsome and one of the Four Outer Sect Elites. He considered Tang Yu his woman. Yet this purple-robed youth had shamelessly clung to Tang Yu all morning, and he had long wanted to slap him to death.

However, this youth's older brother, Ding Hao, was a top expert among the younger generation, hailed as the Cloud Province Swift Blade. With such a formidable older brother, Duan Fei naturally did not dare make a move.

Just as his teeth itched with hatred, someone suddenly shouted, "The Divine Stones are coming out!"

Duan Fei hurriedly turned his head, staring straight ahead as he prepared to act at any moment. The others also looked eager to try, while Jiang Yulong tightened his grip on his longsword.

Ssh! Ssh!

Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air came from ahead, and everyone tensed.

A fist-sized Brown Stone flew over. No one moved, because behind it was an enormous shadow. Such a shadow could only belong to an incomparably huge stone. This was the first time such a thing had appeared!

Jiang Yulong licked his lips. He had to get his hands on this stone.

But very soon, he realized something was wrong. It was not only him—everyone noticed the anomaly. There was actually a person standing atop that stone!

"How could there be a living person in the Demon Pit? Could it be a demon?" Many people were struck dumb with terror. If some supreme demon king had truly leaped out, they would all die here.

"No, it's a youth!" someone discovered the new development.

"Those clothes belong to a Profound Heaven Sect disciple!" Everyone's eyes widened. They could not understand why a Profound Heaven Sect disciple would emerge from within the Demon Pit.

A delicate-looking youth stood atop the Brown Stone with a dark red greatsword on his back, looking utterly carefree. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and his eyes held an indescribable confidence.

Whoosh!

The youth jumped down from the stone and blew a whistle with a grin. "Thank you all for coming to welcome me. The stones have flown away, so hurry and chase them."

"Thank your sister!" everyone cursed furiously in their hearts. We're waiting for Brown Divine Stones, all right?!

Yet after the youth's reminder, quite a few people came to their senses and hurried off to chase those stones.

"Lin Xuan, it's Lin Xuan!" At last, someone recognized the youth. The members of the Divine Might Corps, meanwhile, surrounded him with dark faces. They knew that whenever Lin Xuan appeared, nothing good ever followed!

Jiang Yulong's sword-like brows furrowed together. With a cold expression, he stepped forward, his icy gaze settling on Lin Xuan.

"I seem to recall saying that if I saw you again, I would twist your head off!" Jiang Yulong said coldly.

"Is that so?" A lazy smile hung on Lin Xuan's face, but his tone was as icy as a blade. "I seem to recall saying that when we met again, I would defeat you with the sword in my hand!"

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