Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Noble Character, Killing Like a Pro

Who goes there?

With a booming noise, yet another strong person descended.

“Netherworld, ha ha ha, what a wreck! I never thought the once-mighty Netherworld would fall to such a state!”

“I’ve come here to seek a Nirvana Flower. I wonder if you, my fellow Daoists, would be willing to help me? If you do, I promise to keep your kindness in my heart!”

The Ascetic Master had already learned about the current state of the Netherworld from the previous Daoist.

Strong individuals were few and far between.

With his power, even if he couldn’t walk around unchecked in the Netherworld, escaping would still be a piece of cake.

The faces of the Netherworld people darkened.

While the Netherworld had fallen, it wasn’t some place where just anyone could come and shout.

“Fight!”

No time wasted, the battle commenced instantly!

Lu Ye sensed the fluctuations of the upcoming battle; he had just left one, and now another had popped up.

Well, okay, this was his own fault.

It would take him about ten days to completely absorb the bad luck he was under.

For those ten days, whoever crossed his path was bound to face misfortune.

Hope the Netherworld holds steady!

His figure arrived at the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Here, he would endure all kinds of tribulations.

Yet, Lu Ye didn’t feel much; it was just a bit of pain.

The first layer of hell: the Tongue-Pulling Hell.

In the past, this hell was probably overcrowded, but now it was just a lone executioner who approached Lu Ye.

He looked at Lu Ye.

“Haven’t had a visitor in ages. Take a seat; let me tidy up my tools first.”

Quite polite, really.

Lu Ye casually picked a spot to sit.

“This treasure of mine is called the Tongue-Pulling Pincer. The more slippery the tongue, the wider this pincer opens and the harder it grips.”

“Conversely, if you’re not the type to talk trouble, the pincer will open less wide and with less force.”

“Open wide!”

Lu Ye nodded with a smile and opened his mouth.

He had no psychological burden; he had indeed told lies before, but they were either white lies or lies against enemies. Even if there were penalties, they wouldn’t be too harsh.

The Tongue-Puller exerted force to open the pincer.

Pull!

The pincer didn’t budge.

“Hmm?”

Try harder!

Still not a twitch!

“Hmm? What’s wrong, is it broken?” The Tongue-Puller said, puzzled.

The energy could be infused freely!

This was one of the treasures of the Netherworld—how could it be broken?

The Tongue-Puller shouted at the pincer, “I am the best in the world!”

The next moment, the pincer that would not budge suddenly opened a crack.

The Tongue-Puller stared for a moment, and his gaze towards Lu Ye turned respectful.

“Fellow Daoist, your words are worth a thousand gold coins; the Tongue-Pulling Hell is not suitable for you. You may proceed to the next layer of hell.”

Anyone who could make the pincer immovable clearly had zero issues with their tongue.

Emperor Dao Hen watched this scene in silence.

Although the pincer was partially affected by Lu Ye’s formidable past, the fact that it didn’t open at all proved that 99% of what Lu Ye said could be trusted.

“So, does this mean I passed the Tongue-Pulling Hell?”

“Naturally. The Tongue-Pulling Hell doesn’t strictly require pulling tongues; if you’re fine, then there’s no need to pull.”

“My apologies for intruding!”

Lu Ye descended to the second layer.

“Tsk, finally got someone down here, and it turns out to be such an upright individual. My hands are really itching!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, with a boom, the Ascetic Master was sent crashing into the first layer of hell.

Tongue-Pulling Apostle???

“How dare you barge into the Eighteen Layers of Hell—come die!”

The Tongue-Pulling Apostle charged at the Ascetic Master with his pincer, only to be sent flying back, spewing blood.

Second Layer of Hell.

Scissors Hell. As for this hell, Lu Ye hadn’t messed around in it.

In truth, he hadn’t really dealt with any of these hells; he was just not that skilled with words.

The crux of Lu Ye’s troubles lay in his lust and killing; he rarely touched much else.

He liked women, but only those without a Dao Companion.

If the other had a Dao Companion, he’d never pull any stunt to snatch them away.

He craved love, so he wouldn’t heartlessly destroy the love someone else had.

However, one layer of hell he couldn’t escape was the Knife Mountain Hell.

As long as there is killing, one will end up in the Knife Mountain.

Lu Ye passed through layer after layer, and honestly, he didn’t have that many sins. However, as he kept entering new hells, the Ascetic Master continuously got battered down.

Lu Ye’s figure appeared in the Knife Mountain Hell.

The Knife Mountain Apostle gazed at Lu Ye with surprise; few souls came out of here unscathed.

But Lu Ye?

Not even a shred of clothing torn.

“Greetings, Fellow Daoist!” The Knife Mountain Apostle cupped his hands to Lu Ye.

To emerge from the Eighteen Layers of Hell so unscathed warranted respect from the Knife Mountain Apostle.

“Greetings, Fellow Daoist. How does one pass through the Knife Mountain Hell?”

Lu Ye asked curiously.

“The Knife Mountain Hell, as its name suggests, requires you to climb the Knife Mountain. Do you see that peak?”

Lu Ye nodded.

“Please place your palm here. Fellow Daoist is a cultivator; killing is as normal as breathing. For every life taken, a blade grows on the Knife Mountain as a punishment. I hope you understand.”

Lu Ye looked at the jade stone presented by the Knife Mountain Apostle and nodded in understanding before calmly placing his palm atop the Knife Mountain.

At that moment, blades began to sprout from the mountain, ranging from ten inches, twenty, to fifty in length.

The Knife Mountain Apostle looked at the mountain; he wasn’t sure how many souls Lu Ye had killed, but it seemed manageable, as this Daoist didn’t appear to be a bloodthirsty person.

Soon, the number of blades began to grow wildly.

Dense.

Endless.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Knife Mountain was coated with blades.

And it kept growing.

No!

It couldn’t be called growing; a more accurate term would be piling up.

Because the massive mountain was soon completely covered in blades, what else could happen? More blades sprouted on top of the existing ones, continuously stacking.

Knife Mountain Apostle???

Huh???

At this moment, confusion flashed in his eyes.

Still growing.

The entire Knife Mountain which was initially a sheer cliff had now begun to swell.

Still growing.

Lu Ye’s palm on the jade stone suddenly cracked.

Too many.

Just how many lives had Lu Ye taken? It was simply overwhelming.

During just a single battle against the Demon Clan, Lu Ye almost wiped them all out.

Not to mention slaying the Parasitic Celestial Demons.

The Dark Chaos, the River of Time battle, and more…

To be honest, Lu Ye had no idea how many souls he had killed.

Two words might accurately describe it: endless!

Crack crack crack…

Cracks began to appear incessantly on the jade stone beneath Lu Ye’s hand.

The entire Knife Mountain let out a wail, reaching its limits.

The Knife Mountain was meant to punish slaughterers, not to punish gods of slaughter.

The Knife Mountain Apostle’s eyes widened.

His body trembled slightly. He couldn’t imagine how much blood the good-looking, somewhat refined young man in front of him had on his hands.