The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

Like a phantom, the malevolent eyes didn't even have time to change.

A crescent-shaped, fair hand pressed down on its head and gently twisted it.

A head fell silently to the ground.

The other head had just turned around at that moment.

The cloth shoe was kicked into its body, the cage was easily smashed, and the two-headed hound was kicked into the cage next to it, its body basically turned into mud by one kick.

It was still struggling to get up.

A pale white mist drifted silently by.

His body turned into pale, fleshy pulp that flowed in all directions.

[In the thirty-fourth year, igniting the furnace fire was not easy, or rather, this path, which no one had ever walked before, was inherently difficult. You successfully drew the furnace fire from your dantian, allowing it to spread and burn along your meridians, as if the meridians were truly being scorched by flames. Pain flowed through your meridians at all times. Perhaps this is the necessary condition for cultivating it, and its true meaning.]

Bai Qian continued walking forward. Beneath her fair skin, the blue veins became increasingly transparent and translucent, as if light flowed through these delicate veins. Her black hair drifted down to her waist, dancing lightly with her white robes.

The faint light of the torch grew stronger as Bai Qian walked forward, illuminating the dim space.

At the same time, there was an even stronger stench of blood and malice, like paint smeared on a canvas, becoming increasingly viscous.

Several white phoenix-like beings appeared from the corner at the same time, rushing towards the girl in white.

Bai Qian didn't even bother to give them a glance.

They passed by.

A moon-white wind blew, carrying people in white robes, and the White Phoenix people turned into mud and vanished on the ground.

Slow, light footsteps echoed in the darkness.

[In the sixty-second year, your meridians were overflowing with pure furnace fire. The pain of burning your meridians might not be much to you, but this was just the beginning. As the furnace fire filled your meridians, you began to try to let it burn your flesh and blood. This brought even more terrifying pain, but perhaps it was nothing to you then?]

Her dark hair hung down over her delicate skin, making it appear even more translucent, like white jade radiating a clear glow. Bai Qian continued walking forward as if nothing had changed, her eyes remaining calm and her fingers holding a peach blossom branch.

The torchlight grew increasingly dazzling as Bai Qian walked to the end of the passage.

The first thing you see is a huge underground space, in the middle of which stands a statue of the White Phoenix Goddess with huge wings and countless arms and legs.

More than a dozen white phoenix people landed around the space. An old man wearing a mask stood in front of the statue, and around the statue were many yellow and black earthenware jars.

Blood and flesh were smeared randomly on the ground and walls, intestines were hung on the walls as if they were decorations, and some corpses lay neatly, some with their limbs cut off, and some with their abdomens cut open to remove their internal organs.

Some people were still alive, tied up and sitting on the ground, their eyes filled with despair.

We couldn't find Bai Yao and the others.

Her crystal-clear eyes swept across the scene before settling on the old man standing before the statue.

The old man looked at Bai Qian with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"How dare you be so disrespectful in front of Lady Bai Feng?" he rebuked.

Bai Qian looked at him.

The old man received an answer.

The moon-white sword light swept past leisurely, like a vast and bright silver moon appearing in this dim underground space.

The statue and the entire underground space were cut in half.

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Volume 1: Chapter 100, Sent Down Below

The vast underground space was cleaved open by a single sword strike.

The moon-white sword light was not dazzling, but clear and pure.

The old man standing in front of the statue paused for a moment, his gaze seemingly captivated by the moonlight.

Only after the sword light disappeared did he stiffly turn his head to look.

He saw the god he believed in being cleaved in two by a single sword.

The White Phoenix statue split into two pieces, then four, then eight... Under the influence of the sword energy, the statue of the White Phoenix Lady was shattered into pieces in an instant.

A deep, bottomless sword mark appeared on the ground. If this underground space had not been built with the invasion of foreign enemies in mind, and therefore the ground was not built to be exceptionally solid, it would probably have collapsed by now.

The old man turned his head to look at the black-haired girl opposite him.

The white-clad figure appeared somewhat jarring and intimidating to the old man at that moment.

All eyes in the underground space were on her.

Not only the Bai Feng people, but all the living people who were captured and used as human sacrifices at this moment subconsciously looked at Bai Qian.

Bai Qian ignored the stares and quietly continued to hold up the peach blossom branch in her hand.

"Stop her!" the old man snapped, realizing what was happening.

The Bai Fengren and the stakemen in the arena reacted and rushed towards Bai Qian.

The white phoenix remained unchanged, while the pillar man's body was twisting.

The old man watched this scene nervously, watching the girl slowly lift the peach blossom branch and then gently put it down.

Is it flame?

He couldn't quite explain it, but a moon-white light appeared around her.

It should be called air, but it also resembles the shape of flames, leaping and dancing among themselves, like some kind of agile spirit.

It was still the light of swords.

The moon white color bursts forth from fire and light together.

The moon-white flames engulfed the White Phoenix and the Zhuang people.

The old man couldn't see clearly what was inside.

Anyway, when the sword light dissipated, nothing was left.

Whether it's a Bai Feng person or a Zhuang person.

[In the 111th year, you successfully spread the furnace fire throughout your body. At this moment, you are like a furnace, burning and forging your body day and night. If you say that you have reached this stage, the [Furnace Core] can be considered to have been initially cultivated. But this is only the beginning. Your inner world has not yet been formed, or even taken shape. To reach that stage, you still need to be refined.]

The girl in white stepped out lightly, raising the peach blossom branch in her hand once more.

It was a beautiful and poetic scene, but the old man only felt fear.

At that moment, the peach blossom in his eyes was like a sword, a sword sharper than any other blade in the world.

There was no time for hesitation, nor could there be any, for any further hesitation would bring the terrifying sword light upon us.

In an instant, he clasped his hands together, and the mask on his face shattered, revealing a pointed face covered with grayish-white scales.

First, a huge bulge appeared on his body, then the bulge was pierced and the old skin was torn apart by his arm.

One, two... the old man's body also swelled up, as if it were about to expand as well.

The expansion didn't quite reach its goal, because the girl in white had already arrived in front of him.

The peach blossom branch is raised.

The old man, whose body had already undergone half of the mutation, quickly raised his arm. At this moment, his swollen arm, resembling that of a giant, blocked his way like a solid wall.

The peach blossoms were knocked off the branches.

His arm served no purpose, and half of his body disappeared along with it. Only thanks to the protection of Lady Bai Feng did he not die immediately.

Bai Qian gazed at the old man who lay limp on the spot, his flesh writhing as if trying to regrow.

The moon-white sword energy raged across the remaining half of his body.

"Where are they?" Bai Qian asked the old man, looking down at him.

they?

The old man was slightly puzzled. He raised his head and met those dark eyes.

"Who?" Of course, he didn't know who Bai Qian was talking about.

To him, finding someone to capture Bai Yao and the others was just a minor matter; he didn't think it was a big deal.

Besides, the people who captured them haven't gone back yet, so he naturally doesn't know much about what Bai Qian was talking about.

Bai Qian didn't speak, but simply gazed quietly at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned and looked around.

The surrounding White Phoenix people have all been wiped out, leaving only some sacrificial offerings here.

Without saying a word, Bai Qian seemed to understand what he meant.

The peach branch was raised, about to fall.

The old man, instead, quickly inserted his hand into his heart.

A bright red heart was lifted out.

"Your Majesty," he called out.

"Understood." A gentle female voice sounded behind Bai Qian.

Bai Qian turned her head away.

I saw a woman wearing a white dress.

She wore an elaborate dress, with ribbons and brocade swaying in the fabric. A gentle smile graced her beautiful face, and her long, gray-white hair hung down as she looked at Bai Qian with curious eyes.

"It's you." She nodded, seemingly unsurprised.

Bai Qian frowned as she looked at the woman opposite her.

Too lazy to talk to her, he lifted the peach blossom branch.

My hand was pressed down arbitrarily.

"Looking for them? They've been sent down to the underworld," Lady Baifeng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qian looked down at the ground, as if trying to see through the ground to find out where the ground He was referring to was.

Lady Bai Feng took a step back.

"What a pity," He said.

Unfortunately, He is not at His peak yet, and the sacrifices He has brought Him to His feet are still incomplete, not even half complete.

But that's enough. When gods deal with mortals, do they need to care about whether they are at their peak or not?

Suddenly, an arm covered in scales appeared out of mid-air.

He grasped Bai Qian's arm.

As if a mountain was pressing down on her arm, Bai Qian paused in her movements.

"Alright, let's finish this sooner rather than later. We still need to make up for the lack of sacrifices." He turned around and stopped looking at Bai Qian.

To make up for the lack of arrival, we still need some vibrant people.

There aren't nearly enough people here; half the city would be enough.

As for those filthy things outside, He has now discovered that He can no longer sense their presence. He doesn't know what went wrong, but that's fine. He doesn't have to waste his time dealing with them. Dealing with those things would bring no benefit whatsoever.

They were planning their next steps.

Noticing the change in the aura behind him, he subconsciously turned his head.

Light and fire entered His eyes.

Flames, whiter than the moon itself, ignited and spread endlessly, as if to burn the world in sight to ashes.

[In the 160th year, after spreading the inner fire throughout your body, only two places remained untouched by the flames: your heart and your Heavenly Valley. These were your two most vulnerable points. But more importantly, you succeeded in something else: you drew the inner fire out of your body.]

Like fire and mist, they swirled around the girl in white, dancing lightly and gracefully. Her clothes fluttered, her black hair floated, and her beautiful face was as radiant as the bright moon.

Fog kept drifting out from the cuffs, and the fair skin came into contact with the fire.

Her clear eyes gazed at Him, as if a faint flame was burning within them.