Ninth layer of hell.

Jun Changxiao remained seated cross-legged, circulating the Five Elements Heaven Observing Art. The five elemental attributes surged madly inward, enveloping him like a cocoon.

Fighting the twelve patrol envoys one by one, though he had some consumption, he had never been nearly exhausted to the point of complete fatigue like today—mainly due to the earlier chaotic battle.

“This Fortress Master doesn’t seem very strong, his strength at most equals my own.”

Recalling the earlier exchange, Jun Changxiao estimated in his heart.

“Hard to say.”

The system said: “This person seems to be injured.”

This statement dealt a blow to Jun Changxiao, who said: “He was injured yet still let him escape. Am I that much of a failure!”

“There’s no helping it.”

The system said: “After all, you’re in his territory.”

Rarely did it console the host, though… more often it was still mocking and criticizing.

“You’re right.”

Jun Changxiao found some psychological balance, but wondered: “This guy is already so strong even injured. If he recovers, wouldn’t he be even more terrifying?”

“No good, no good!”

“I must recover quickly and destroy the fortress one step ahead!”

Several hours later, relying on his powerful Five Elements Body and the Five Elements Heaven Observing Art, Jun Changxiao’s depleted spiritual energy was fully restored, and his condition reached its peak.

“How’s that guy doing under Er Ya’s training?”

He muttered and merged into the Prison Tower.

“Crack crack crack!”

The whipping sounds were incessant.

“Ah ah—”

The tattooed man, already covered in wounds, screamed painfully: “Young miss, spare… spare me, I… I don’t want to die anymore, big… bro… come save me… bro… I’ve thought it through… I’m still young… I don’t want to die…”

Jun Changxiao smiled.

Making a death-seeker reignite hope for living filled him with a sense of achievement and pride.

……

The Void Eye and the twelve patrol envoys huddled in the corner with tingling scalps.

They had witnessed the entire process of Er Ya training the new prisoner. The various novel methods were truly shocking, truly insane!

“Thud!”

The ropes all released, and the tattooed man collapsed like rotten mud.

His legs and arms twitched from time to time, as if he had undergone prolonged electric shock therapy.

So then.

Still want to die?

No!

He now very much wanted to live!

Even after being trained, he suddenly discovered that the world was actually so beautiful!

Several hours of comprehensive love experience made the tattooed man deeply realize that death was actually a very terrifying thing!

“Buddy.”

Jun Changxiao asked: “I heard you’re from the Upper Realm?”

“Mm…”

Because his soul was still in a state of sourness, the tattooed man spoke weakly.

“Why were you imprisoned here?”

“…”

The tattooed man fell silent.

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If you won’t say, I won’t force you. Er Ya, let him die quickly!”

“You…”

The tattooed man’s eyes widened.

Just earlier, he wasn’t like this—he was a good person!

Please don’t insult the words ‘good person’, because Jun Changxiao was someone who would use any means necessary to achieve his goals—reference: ambushing the twelve patrol envoys.

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

Er Ya, upon receiving the order, manifested various ropes again.

“Don’t… don’t… don’t!” The tattooed man hastily said: “I’ll talk… I’ll talk… In the Upper Realm I was classified as a rebel, violated Boundary Hall rules, so they imprisoned me!”

“Rebel?”

Jun Changxiao asked: “What does that mean?”

The tattooed man said: “A rebel is someone who doesn’t submit to Boundary Hall control, who yearns for freedom without constraint. They identified me as having a rebellious heart and would commit rebellious acts.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao looked at him suspiciously: “Your strength in the Upper Realm should be considerable. Since they captured you, why not execute you on the spot but instead send you to the mortal realm’s ninth layer of hell?”

“Because…”

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

The sexy little ropes slithered over like snakes, making the conflicted tattooed man hastily say: “Because… I have the Spirit of Reincarnation. Every time I die, I become stronger!”

“Spirit of Reincarnation?”

Jun Changxiao’s gaze showed surprise.

Having already been exposed to higher levels, he naturally knew this thing was like the Fire Soul Spirit and Evil Spirit—a spirit seed naturally born from the universe.

Hey!

Truly a fellow practitioner!

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “So you sought death hoping to become stronger?”

“No!”

The tattooed man said: “I need to escape from here.”

Previously dying was to become stronger; this time it was to break free—after all, with cultivation suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, being trapped in a place full of arrays meant permanent imprisonment.

Jun Changxiao looked at him: “I can help you escape from here.”

The tattooed man immediately became vigilant.

You also said you’d help me die, but instead I was tortured until I developed a fear of death. You still have the nerve to ‘help’ me again!

“To be honest.”

Jun Changxiao said seriously: “I’m also a rebel.”

“What?”

The tattooed man looked shocked: “You’re also a rebel?”

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao stood up, hands behind his back facing away from him: “Have you heard of the Eternal Sect in the Upper Realm?”

The tattooed man thought for a while: “Never heard of it.”

Not only had he never heard of it, vast numbers of Upper Realm martial artists had never heard of it either.

“Sigh!”

Jun Changxiao sighed again: “Did my Eternal Sect, which once dominated the Upper Realm and shook the universe, have all information about it blocked just because we offended the Boundary Hall?”

“Crack!”

He clenched his fist tightly, his angry emotions completely erupting: “When this seat ascends to the Upper Realm, I will definitely destroy the Boundary Hall!”

The eyes and body language expressing that kind of hatred and fury were simply perfect, making the tattooed man secretly think: “So this guy also hates the Boundary Hall like me!”

The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

“Little brother!”

The tattooed man said solemnly: “Can you really save me?”

“Kid.”

Jun Changxiao said indifferently: “I’ve already lived sixteen thousand years. Do you think the term ‘little brother’ is appropriate?”

“Appropriate.”

The tattooed man said: “Because I’ve lived thirty-five thousand two hundred and forty-six years.”

Specific to the exact number—clearly not bragging!

Of course, this age wasn’t from one lifetime, but combined from several lifetimes. For example, breaking through to the Void-Breaking Realm at one thousand years old, then unable to advance further, directly seeking death to reincarnate and start over, continuing the cycle.

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched slightly, muttering in his heart: “I should have said I lived one hundred and eight thousand years!”

“Age doesn’t matter.” He turned around, saying seriously: “What matters is who acknowledges whom!”

“Damn!”

The system said: “Couldn’t out-brag him on age, so now switching tactics. This is really very Dog Leftover!”

Er Ya stood beside her master, smiling harmlessly.

The tattooed man glanced at her, immediately making the correct choice, cupping his hands: “Age truly doesn’t matter. I very much acknowledge you, so from now on you’re my big brother!”

“Since that’s the case.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand: “Please have little brother fill out this membership form.”

“Going straight to the procedure already?” The system collapsed: “Anyone with even a bit of sense definitely wouldn’t agree!”

It didn’t get immediately slapped in the face, because the tattooed man glanced at the membership form and cupped his hands sincerely: “Big brother, little brother wants to get out!”

You can’t just tell me to join the sect and I join, right? At least show some sincerity, like… first help me break free, leave this terribly dark place!

“Let’s go, get out!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The two appeared in the ninth layer of hell.

Jun Changxiao’s spiritual sense began probing the spatial barriers, beginning to break the arrays, while chatting: “Little brother, since you acquired the Spirit of Reincarnation, how many times have you reincarnated?”

“One hundred and sixty-five times.”

“Wow, you’ve died that many times?”

“Sigh, can’t be helped. Too many enemies. Sometimes I’m found right after birth before I can even cultivate the martial path. I’ve gone through countless hardships to reach today’s achievements.”

“Why can’t you die now?”

“Because I’m too strong.”

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