Following the direction of the soul seed,
Tang Lan arrived outside the Star Dou Forest, stopping in front of an isolated tavern in the wilderness.
To enter Slaughter City, one first had to pass a trial.
Even though Tang Lan had connections, this time, he was here to rescue someone.
He couldn't alert the enemy.
Tang Lan extended his spiritual power, scanning the situation inside the tavern.
At the same time, he pointed a direction to Zhao Wuji.
"That way leads to the Star Dou Spirit Transmission Tower. If you run for an hour, you'll reach it."
"Head back to oversee Tang Sect first. I'll let you reap some benefits from Slaughter City later."
Zhao Wuji: Hell No!
Zhao Wuji shook his head furiously.
"I've heard of Slaughter City before. I almost got forced into it back in the day."
"Throughout history, barely anyone has survived to become a Slaughter God."
"I'm happy with my life right now—no need to invite disaster."
"Sect Master, you guys take care!"
With that, he bolted off at full speed.
This left Tang San feeling uneasy.
What kind of place is this?
Even Zhao Wuji is scared stiff?!
Meanwhile, Tang Lan had already confirmed—
The tavern was full of trash, the strongest being just a four-ring Soul Ancestor.
Turning around, he saw Tang San hesitating.
That wouldn't do!
"Xiao San, Slaughter City is actually pretty simple—it's just a gladiator arena for evil soul masters."
"As long as you win 100 consecutive battles, you'll get a Slaughter God Domain."
"The same one Dad has."
Tang San was shocked.
His father's Slaughter God Domain… was something that could be earned wholesale?!
"Winning 100 times sounds difficult…" Tang San hesitated. "Maybe I should wait until I level up more?"
"PAH!"
Tang Lan slapped him onto the ground.
"When have I ever scammed you?" Tang Lan declared shamelessly. "Slaughter City has a special rule—soul skills are banned, but other techniques are allowed."
Tang San's eyes instantly lit up!
Oh, hell yes!
No soul skills, only martial souls and soul power?
Then he had a huge advantage!
Self-created soul skills!Hidden weapons!Firearms!Twin martial souls!
And most importantly—
His big bro was watching over him!
What was there to be afraid of?!
"Bro!" Tang San now brimmed with confidence. "Tell me what to do!"
Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction—
Successfully manipulated.
"Once inside, order a drink—either 'Yellow Spring Dew' or 'Bloody Mary'—and drink it."
"That's the signal that you want to enter Slaughter City."
"Everyone else inside is here for the same reason, so you'll need to kill them all."
"I've already scanned the place. It's just a bunch of bottom-feeders, all reeking of blood—not a single good soul among them."
"For now, you can use soul skills, so don't hold back."
"After that, you'll have to fight a Death Knight at the entrance. At that point, you'll already be inside Slaughter City's domain, meaning soul skills will be locked."
"Defeat it, and once you're inside—just wait for me."
Tang San finally understood.
No wonder Big Bro wasn't entering together.
Since Tang Lan had already scouted ahead,
Tang San strode confidently into the tavern.
As his figure disappeared inside,
Tang Lan knocked on his own forehead.
"Slaughter City belongs to another god's domain, right? Am I allowed to just waltz in like this?"
The Seagod's Mark flickered, relaying a response.
Slaughter City was the legacy land of the Asura God.
As a Seagod inheritor, Tang Lan technically wasn't supposed to enter.
But since his goal was to find his great-grandfather and help Bo Saixi reunite with her lost love,
the Seagod's divine consciousness suggested—
Use an information-blocking ability to temporarily seal the Seagod's Mark.
Tang Lan nodded.
"Tsk, so much unnecessary talking."
With a wave of his hand, he activated Sea God Soul Seal—
And grinned mischievously.
Finally found a chance to lock this annoying guy away.
Now, should he enter Slaughter City first…
Or check out the Thunder God's inheritance site?
Just as he was considering—
A strong figure appeared in his spiritual sense—
At least a five-ring Soul King.
Tang Lan frowned.
Anyone appearing here is obviously heading for Slaughter City.
Screw it.
Better to enter first—wouldn't want some tough guy showing up and killing Tang San mid-trial.
With that decision made,
Tang Lan casually formed an ice sword, then flicked it forward with spiritual force.
The Soul King didn't even see what hit him—
The ice sword pierced his eye, killing him instantly.
A peaceful death.
Tang Lan didn't even bother looting the body.
——The guy didn't even have a storage soul tool. Poor bastard.
Not worth searching.
Using Blue Silver Life Domain, Tang Lan cultivated a massive Blue Silver Grass vine,
then lay atop it, pulling out his Barrett sniper rifle.
Thus began an exhilarating "sniper mini-game."
No need to aim—
With spiritual power enabling X-ray vision + auto headshot lock,
every shot was a bullet through the skull.
A Few Hours Later…
Tang Lan finally jumped down from his perch and walked toward the tavern.
Inside, not a single person remained.
The air reeked of blood, and the floor was still wet with fresh stains.
Finding a random seat,
Tang Lan flicked a gold soul coin onto the counter.
"One Yellow Spring Dew."
No cliché "arrogant antagonist appears" scene followed.
The bartender carefully brought over a cup of thick, dark-red liquid.
It gave off a strong stench of blood—
And was still warm.
Tang Lan immediately knew—
This was definitely squeezed from the fresh corpses of the previous losers.
He originally planned to pretend to drink and store it in Lan King,
but just then, his right eye twitched.
Tang Lan's Evil Eye—his external soul bone—felt "tempted" by the Yellow Spring Dew.
Oh?
Tang Lan lifted the cup to his right eye.
The Evil Eye inhaled deeply—
And drank the entire cup in one go.
Its soul bone age instantly increased by one year.
Tang Lan froze.
Then realization struck.
——The Evil Eye can absorb death energy to evolve itself!
Damn!
That meant all those long-range sniper kills earlier…
Were a complete waste!
"More. Give Me More."
Tang Lan put down his cup and stared at the bartender.
"Bring me as much Yellow Spring Dew as you've got."
The bartender swallowed hard, clearly shaken by the way Tang Lan "drank with his eye."
Then, remembering that this man had just slaughtered a wave of soul masters outside,
his legs trembled violently.
"T-This honored guest!" The bartender stammered, "T-The upper management set a rule—only one cup per person…"
Tang Lan frowned.
The bartender shivered, thinking he was about to be executed on the spot.
Just then—
"Creak—"
A gaunt-looking man pushed open the tavern door.
The bartender's eyes lit up!
He quickly added—
"Only one cup per person… but whether or not they actually drink it is none of our business!"
Tang Lan understood immediately.
He could just take it by force.
Tang Lan casually flicked his empty cup forward, coating it in spiritual power.
It shot toward the newcomer like a bullet—
"Pfft—!"
A muffled thud.
The glass embedded itself fully into the man's right eye socket,
then shattered into fragments, tearing his brain to pieces.
"Boom—"
His corpse collapsed.
A wisp of black energy floated from the body—
Instantly absorbed by the Evil Eye.
+50 years to its age.
Tang Lan grinned.
Slaughter City was truly the right place to be!
Turning to the bartender, he flicked another gold soul coin toward him.
"Give this guy a cup. It's on me."
The bartender: "…"
He's dead—how the hell is he gonna drink it?!
But he didn't dare contradict Tang Lan.
Silently, he poured another cup and placed it next to the corpse.
Tang Lan fed it to his Evil Eye,
gaining another year.
His smile widened.
——Nothing beats free gains!
But in the eyes of everyone else in the tavern,
this was pure psychopathy!
All of them were trembling in fear, not daring to utter a word.
Two men rushed forward to drag the fresh corpse away—
Such prime ingredients shouldn't go to waste.
For the next half-day,
every time a new soul master entered,
before they could even react—
BOOM— A cup through the skull.
Every corpse became another +50-year boost for the Evil Eye.
The bartender even got used to it, automatically preparing a cup of Yellow Spring Dew each time.
By the end—
The Evil Eye had gained 2,500 years!
By now, Tang Lan was the only one left in the tavern.
The bartender bowed respectfully.
"Honored guest, you have passed the first trial. Please follow me."
Time's up?
Tang Lan felt a little reluctant.
But then he remembered—
Inside Slaughter City, he could still hunt freely.
His excitement returned.
Tang Lan flicked his cup away—
It smashed into a corner of the tavern, shattering the floorboards.
Beneath the debris, a sinister, blood-red glow pulsed—
Like the gaping maw of Hell itself.
——Tang Lan's spiritual power had detected this hidden entrance long ago.
Without hesitation—
He leaped into the blood mist below.
As he free-fell,
Tang Lan's spiritual senses detected that this "blood mist" wasn't just vapor—
It was actually a toxic fog, capable of triggering one's inner bloodlust.
Most people would lose control,
succumbing to madness and killing themselves in a frenzy.
But—
Too bad.
Tang Lan was immune to poison.
And with his absurdly strong mental power,
he was completely unaffected by the mist's sinister influence.
He was about to casually land and move on when—
A mutation occurred!
(Chapter End)