Chapter 39: You're Really My Divine Teammate!

  Ling soldiers are all relying on the majestic spiritual power to set up a large array, and after countless days of forging, they can only condense into weapons with strong lethality.

  After the infusion of spiritual energy, this small iron piece began to tremble slightly, emitting a deep red, gorgeous glow. With a righteous aura whistling out, the vast and mighty power left the two speechless.

  Bang! The scene erupted in a thick smoke.

  Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt that the iron piece in his hand had become much heavier, increasing by at least 400 pounds. As expected, after infusing spiritual energy, this small iron piece grew larger!

  After enlargement, the knife's body presents a soft and beautiful streamline like a bright mirror. The two-meter-long narrow blade flows with red light, like an aura, but more intense than the color of the red aura. Just looking at the knife body reveals its sharpness, while on the other side, it presents a strange and obscure texture.

  But seeing this sword, it is neither gold nor iron, and I don't know what material it was forged from. However, as soon as the battle begins, it reveals a majestic and overbearing attitude, emitting an intimidating power that makes people tremble.

  Especially the majestic and upright energy contained in the sword body, even more makes the evil spirits within ten or a hundred miles unable to get close.

  "Unexpectedly, this kitchen knife is still a spiritual soldier?"

  Leshi eagerly grasped the slender, ink-like hilt and swung it casually, the 500-jin heavy knife moving with great agility in his hands, as if weightless.

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  "Chopper?" Being reminded by Leishi, Zhuo Yifan took another careful look and indeed found it somewhat interesting, and couldn't help but chuckle.

  "Wow!"

  A sword sliced horizontally and went away, forming a three or four meter wide red knife gas, emitting electric sparks crackling sounds.

  "Boom!" The row of trees in front of him directly exploded into a cluster of black powder under the impact of this terrifying knife energy.

  "Haha! Good sword! It's indeed a spiritual soldier!" Leshi's eyes changed from disdain to surprise. He didn't expect that an ordinary slash could also exert such great destructive power.

  This was beyond his expectations. Looking at the large knife in his hand, Leishi became more and more delighted, gazing at the blade radiating red light, stroking the majestic hilt, unable to put it down.

  "This knife is tailor-made for you, its power far surpasses that of the Cold Judgment Sword. Although it's a bit heavy, it shouldn't be a problem for you, make sure to use it well. Quickly acknowledge its master!" Zhuo Yifan patted Leishi's shoulder, also somewhat excited. A good weapon can greatly enhance one's combat strength. Especially in the Blood Prison, it can increase one's survival rate, truly a rare find.

  The beauty of adulthood is a virtue. Zhuo Yifan already has the Hanjie Sword, and if he were to snatch this knife as well, it would be too unrighteous. Besides, a trustworthy comrade in the bloody prison is more precious than anything else, and Zhuo Yifan wouldn't turn against him for just a single spiritual soldier and music stone.

  "Haha! Zhuo Yifan! You're really my god teammate!"

  Lei Shi burst out laughing and wrapped Zhuo Yifan in his sturdy body, giving him a tight bear hug, excitedly almost kissing him.

  "Uh... you don't have a thing for Long Yang, do you? I'm a perfectly normal and healthy big guy."

  Zhuo Yifan pushed open the door, suppressing the twitching expression on his face, and said in a very serious tone: "If you need it, next time I'll bind a young man for you, with red lips and white teeth, fully functional. Guaranteed to satisfy you!"

  After finishing speaking, he took the dry ration bag on the ground and drilled into a small gap at the edge of the waterfall, entering the cave.

  "I'm telling you! I'm a pure man!" Leishi's mouth twitched, and he secretly cursed to himself as he hurriedly ran off to explain.

  Le Shi is a straightforward person, with a pleasant and natural disposition, so he doesn't understand Zhuo Yifan's cold humor. He's afraid that Zhuo Yifan will really misunderstand him, otherwise his reputation for this life will be ruined, and even jumping into the Yellow River won't be able to wash it clean.

  ……

  "Brother Le, I've done it, take a look and see if you're satisfied?"

  The beautiful woman named Guan Yue handed a small iron pendant in the shape of a crescent moon to Le Shi.

  "Awesome! This is just convenient for me to carry." Leishi gently pulled the golden thread tied to the hilt of the small iron sword, testing its weight.

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  "Don't underestimate Older Brother Le's hairpin, it can withstand a pull of 1,000 catties." Another lovely young girl spoke up, her name was Guan Yu, and she was the younger sister of Guan Yue.

  The other four girls are Li Xiaoyu, Zhang Ying, Feng Yue and Jiang Siyu.

  "This slash-and-thrust sword can unleash a maximum of fifty units of destructive force. Its shape changes according to the user's cultivation level. It has an electric shock effect. It has a natural restraint on the dark spiritual beasts of the ghostly demons in the Blood Prison. Take this manual and have a look."

  Zhuo Yifan handed a manual to Le Shi, which was found in the package of those people.

  Half an hour has passed since the incident, and the six female cultivators gradually calmed down, still with a flush of shame on their faces, whispering to each other in comfort. After Zhuo Yifan's inquiry, they all came from a force called Yin City.

  Yincheng is not just a city, but also a superpower with a population of over one million. It has countless male and female disciples, and is one of the powers that the Great Qin Dynasty relies on.

  In the Sound City, a unique sound art can awaken people's deep soul, which can enhance strength in battle, stimulate physical energy and human limits, and also has the effect of disrupting the enemy. Every year, the emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty would spend a lot of money to ask for help from the descendants of the Sound City to assist in their conquests.

  Every time the Gate of Blood Prison opens, a strong person will be born, and as one of the superpowers, Yincheng will naturally participate in the trial.

  But among the hundreds of thousands of people, selecting fifty to enter the Blood Prison is an extremely rare opportunity! In order to grasp this opportunity, these six female disciples had eaten not a small amount of bitterness.

  "Every time the entrance to the Blood Prison selects the strongest fifty newcomers to go. We went through hardships and finally entered the Blood Prison, but unexpectedly encountered this group of beasts. Not only did they deliberately damage our instruments, but also..."

  Yue's face changed, recalling the insults from those beasts just now. Unnamed anger was jumping in her beautiful eyes, she was extremely resentful. Her hands tightly clasped around her jade-like legs, and she buried her head deeply, her emotions difficult to calm down.

  She hates those shameless rascals, but she hates herself even more. She keeps asking herself, at the moment when she was violated by that group of men, did she compromise? Did she give up her chastity for her own life? Is this still herself?

  Guanyue! You're really too muddled! She pursed her lips and scolded herself severely.

  "If only Xiaoxue were here, she would definitely be able to teach these bastards a lesson!" Jiang Siyu clenched her jade fist, she had always been a woman who did not admit defeat.

  "Xiao Xue Shijie was ranked first among the fifty, with a very cold personality. She must have gone deep into the Blood Prison long ago..." Feng Yue complained.

  "Xiao Xue? She's also here?......"

  As for this name, both Leishi and Zhuoyifan were not unfamiliar. This is the acknowledged ice beauty among the Yincheng disciples, with extraordinary strength, although she was about the same age as Zhuoyifan, she had already reached the Sanxuanfu realm. Both appearance and strength are top-notch.

  "It's pointless to talk about these things now, it's already happened. Let it go."

  "Anyway, those beasts are already dead."

  Zhuo Yi let out a sigh, shook his head slightly, and the pupils of his eyes danced with flames. "Human nature has always been this way. Even in the Qin dynasty, where laws and regulations are strict, there are still frequent cases of murder, robbery, looting, enslavement, rape, and so on. What's more, this is Blood Prison? In such an environment, for the sake of survival, many things are inevitable. Let's just forget about it and turn the page..."

  All six female disciples lowered their heads, pondering Zuo Yifan's words. They still couldn't understand why people in such an environment couldn't help each other and instead did such beastly things.

  The trials in the bloody prison are not just physical training, but also spiritual training. If one's mental quality is too low, they will die sooner or later.

  "I think we shouldn't be considering these things right now... and you should be grateful to have escaped the devil's clutches. Compared to those monks who were pushed out and became cannon fodder, your situation is much better. Now, what you need to do is think about how to survive, how to get stronger, and how to protect yourselves!" Leishi was very much in agreement with Zhuo Yifan's views, his understanding of human nature far surpassing that of these six women.

  A mind intent on harming others is unacceptable, but a mind intent on defending against others is indispensable. In the bloody prison, human hearts are more terrifying than dark spiritual beasts!

  The six girls all nodded, not daring to think any further. Compared to continuing to be sad or thinking of ways to end their lives, it was better to worry about the future instead.

  As night fell, the temperature in Blood Prison plummeted to at least minus ten degrees, and the flowing waterfalls were frozen into ice curtains. The cold became unusually strange. Ordinary people without spiritual power to resist the cold would be frozen to death.

  Fortunately, Zhuo Yifan had just searched for clothes on the bodies of those disciples and they came in handy on this cold night. The six girls huddled together to keep warm, while Zhuo Yifan and Le Shi took turns keeping watch.

  The night of the Blood Prison, all beasts howl in unison, bustling and extraordinary, but far from being as dangerous as imagined. Only because they found a superior shelter. The Dark Spirit Beast temporarily cannot find this place. And those who are still wandering outside at midnight will not freeze to death, and will eventually become food.

  Living in a small cave for ten days, eight people relied on dry rations and the spiritual liquid from the yellow gourd as food, passing a very quiet period.

  During the day, they planned to trade, and at midnight, they sat in meditation. At the same time, relying on the collected wood, six beauties worked together to make simple flutes and other musical instruments. They regained their music skills and also ignited the hope of living.

  Night is no longer dark. Light has become gentle.

  Eight people gradually got used to this life of hanging their lives on the tip of a knife at all times.

  "There's movement outside!"

  It was on the eleventh morning of their arrival at Blood Prison that several people were awakened by Yue Shi's voice.

  Exiting the soul meditation, Zhuo Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of purple pupils shot out an eerie glow, "It's a spiritual beast! Many spiritual beasts! And their strength is not low!"

  A peaceful life is always short-lived, a new crisis begins again.