Chapter 504 - 511: Revisiting the Eighteen Layers of Hell

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. A glowing Elixir Pill suddenly shot up from the courtyard, then swiftly fell back down.

Wu Rouyun immediately entered the courtyard and finally saw Song Wanning and the Valley Master emerge.

"Why don’t you just take me as your disciple!"

The Valley Master stared eagerly at Song Wanning, his eyes full of anticipation.

Her Alchemy Skill had left him in complete awe.

Now, all he wanted was to follow Song Wanning and practice Alchemy.

But Song Wanning just shook her head. "My apprentice wouldn’t be able to accept a junior martial brother who’s so old."

The Valley Master: "..."

He glared at Song Wanning in a huff, but he wasn’t truly angry.

In just half a month, his relationship with Song Wanning had become remarkably close.

He barked a sharp command, and Fang Wei immediately rushed in.

"Apologize to your Martial Aunt!!!"

"If your Martial Aunt isn’t satisfied, you can get the hell out of Ghost King Valley!!!"

’If Song Wanning won’t be my master, then she can be my sister.’

He had also found out about that character Wu Mingxu slandering Song Wanning.

’He completely deserved it.’

Fang Wei’s face soured at his words, but he didn’t dare to object.

He obediently apologized to Song Wanning.

The Valley Master, however, was not satisfied. With a sudden push of force, he made Fang Wei kneel.

This time, Fang Wei was truly cowed, not daring to harbor any hope of getting off easy.

He kowtowed to Song Wanning. "It was my failure to discipline him. I allowed my wayward disciple to trouble you, Martial Aunt. I hope you won’t hold it against me!!!"

After speaking, he kowtowed several more times with audible THUDS.

Song Wanning didn’t deliberately make things difficult for him. She nodded. "Fine. Let’s put this matter behind us."

For the Valley Master’s sake, the issue was closed.

"See, little sister? You’re so magnanimous!!"

The Valley Master chuckled, ready to flatter Song Wanning some more.

’This powerhouse... not only is her Alchemy Skill astonishing, but her Cultivation and aura are downright terrifying.’

’In just a few days, she’s already surpassed me...’

Song Wanning gave him a helpless glance, the corners of her mouth twitching in speechlessness.

’He has the appearance of a venerable immortal sage, yet he acts like such a suck-up...’

"Master Wu, these are your Elixir Pills."

Song Wanning took out more than ten bottles and handed them all to Wu Rouyun.

The other party had taken a risk to cooperate with her, so she naturally wouldn’t be stingy. After all, if it weren’t for the Wolf Fang Gang, her own Divine Soul wouldn’t have advanced so quickly.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!!!"

Wu Rouyun had unconsciously changed how she addressed her, holding the Elixir Pills with utmost reverence.

"We’ve already come to an agreement. From now on, Ghost King Valley will continue to supply the Wolf Fang Gang with Elixir Pills as usual, so you don’t need to worry."

"As for me, it’s time to leave!"

Her goal was achieved; she couldn’t stay with the Wolf Fang Gang forever.

"Your Excellency, you’re leaving already?"

Wu Yaozu grew anxious upon hearing this.

"I—I—Your Excellency, why don’t you take me as your ghost servant? I want to follow you!!"

He had felt Song Wanning’s immense power and was beginning to realize how absurd he had been in the past.

Therefore, he wanted to follow Song Wanning and improve his own strength.

However, Song Wanning just gave him a disdainful look.

Wu Yaozu: "..."

He was instantly crushed, pouting aggrievedly.

Since Song Wanning was leaving, Wu Rouyun couldn’t very well ask her to stay. She could only watch them depart with reluctance.

From then on, her name resounded throughout the Netherworld.

Everyone knew of her; no one was ignorant of her fame.

Not long after, Song Wanning parted ways with the Valley Master, bought an umbrella in the city, and headed toward the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

This was because the Valley Master had told her he had once seen a Rebirth Flower in the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Having missed one Rebirth Flower, Song Wanning had no intention of missing a second.

...

More than ten days later, a slender figure holding a red umbrella appeared in Rebirth Valley.

Nearly every soul couldn’t help but glance at her.

But no one dared to look directly at her face. Her aura alone was like a sharp sword, warning others to keep their distance.

Song Wanning made her way to the entrance of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

She looked up at the high tower before her, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she stepped inside.

「Mingwang Mansion.」

The Netherworld King watched as Song Wanning entered the Eighteen Layers of Hell, his expression finally shifting slightly.

’First that Mahayana cultivator, and now Song Wanning. Both of them have entered the Eighteen Layers of Hell. What on earth are they trying to do?’

His figure flashed, and in the next instant, he appeared outside the Eighteen Layers of Hell, then followed her in.

Each of the Eighteen Layers of Hell corresponds to a different form of brutal torture.

They exist to wash away the karmic sin from wicked souls, forcing them to atone through endless suffering.

The eighteen layers are: the Hell of Tongue Ripping, the Hell of Scissors, the Hell of Iron Trees, the Hell of the Mirror of Retribution, the Hell of Steamers, the Hell of the Bronze Pillar, the Hell of the Mountain of Knives, the Hell of the Ice Mountain, the Hell of the Cauldron of Oil, the Hell of the Cattle Pit, the Hell of Crushing Stones, the Hell of the Mortar and Pestle, the Hell of the Pool of Blood, the Hell of Wrongful Death, the Hell of Dismemberment, the Hell of the Volcano, the Hell of the Stone Mill, and the Hell of Sawing.

Each layer corresponded to a different punishment.

As soon as Song Wanning entered the first layer, she saw countless wicked souls.

They were pinned to the walls, one by one, with Soul Fixing Nails.

Then, their tongues were brutally ripped out.

A cacophony of overlapping screams filled every corner of the first layer.

Even Song Wanning felt a bit of discomfort and scratched her ear.

But the wicked souls’ tongues grew back almost instantly, only to be ripped out once more...

For these wicked souls, the greatest agony was not the physical pain, but the endless mental torment.

They didn’t know when this suffering would end, forced to struggle over and over in perpetual agony...

From initially struggling to survive, to growing numb, to finally begging only for death...

But once one entered the Eighteen Layers of Hell, it was truly a state of being unable to live and unable to die.

Song Wanning looked at the wicked souls one by one, feeling not a shred of pity.

If their sins hadn’t been so grievous, they wouldn’t have ended up in the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Holding her umbrella, she continued toward the second layer.

This time, she didn’t stop, heading straight for the ninth layer.

This layer was filled with wicked souls being fried in cauldrons of oil. The wicked soul she had encountered before was also among them.

But Song Wanning had no interest in them. Her gaze was fixed only on the Rebirth Flower blooming amidst a pile of bones.

She strode toward the Rebirth Flower, but before she could reach out to pick it, her expression changed abruptly.

Because she had run into a familiar face—the very same cultivator who had stolen the Rebirth Flower from her before!!

’Enemies really do have a way of crossing paths.’

The Mahayana cultivator also sensed Song Wanning’s presence at that moment and whipped his head around.

"You again?"

His gaze darkened, then he let out a soft chuckle.

"You’re like a ghost that just won’t go away. What, you want this Rebirth Flower too?"

The Mahayana cultivator sneered, his eyes falling on the Rebirth Flower, filled with a look of absolute determination to claim it.

"Too bad. I’ve set my sights on this flower, and no one is taking it from me."

From beginning to end, he hadn’t paid Song Wanning any mind. She was just a mere Out-of-Body Stage Ghost Cultivator.

He could annihilate her with a single palm strike!