People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

Thanks to the fact that Xiao Ling was not a novice in the Beast Domain, and that his mastery of spatial arts had reached a level of perfection, even though the Beast Domain and the Starfall Pavilion were far apart, the group did not spend much time before stepping into this vast and boundless magical beast world teeming with countless beasts.

It just so happened that Qinglin had previously subdued a member of the Nine Netherworld Python clan by chance, and from that clan member he learned the exact location of the Nine Netherworld Python clan's main camp, as well as the details of the clan's defenses. So there was no need to delay any longer, and he led everyone straight to that location.

The Nine Netherworld Python clan, just as its name suggests, has its true stronghold hidden deep underground, with layers of rock isolating it from the outside world. Only members of the clan with relatively pure bloodlines are allowed to enter.

On the ground, their branch strongholds are scattered throughout the dangerous places of the vast beast realm, their influence reaching far and wide.

This race is one of the three major races of magical beasts. Although its strength is obviously weaker than that of the Ancient Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, the Nine Nether Earth Python Clan also has its own advantages, namely, the number of its members is the largest among the three races. However, such a large and prosperous race also means that its bloodline is not entirely pure.

As bloodlines are diluted over generations, only a few direct descendants can inherit the powerful talents of the pure Nine Netherworld Python. The bloodlines of most other clansmen are already mixed, and their strength varies greatly.

According to the Nine Netherworld Python elder that Qinglin subdued, the clan's higher-ups had long been aware of the hidden danger of the bloodline becoming increasingly diluted, and were already on guard, but they were helpless to do anything about it and could only watch the situation worsen.

If this trend continues, within a few hundred years, the pure ancient bloodline remaining in the Nine Netherworld Python clan will be completely exhausted. At that time, this once powerful race that once terrified the beast realm will eventually lose its former glory and become no different from ordinary magical beasts.

To reverse this crisis, the clan has been arguing endlessly, with each faction holding its own opinion and having great disagreements, yet they have been unable to find a feasible solution.

Without fresh ancient bloodlines to replenish the population, and with the clan multiplying too rapidly, the rate of bloodline dilution only increases. It is foreseeable that the clan's decline is only a matter of time.

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The Nine Nether Abyss is the core passage to the underground world of the Nine Nether Earth Serpent Clan. It is guarded year-round by the clan's elite troops, making its defenses impenetrable. Layers of sentry posts and restrictions are interwoven, and any ordinary expert who dares to approach rashly will be detected instantly.

However, such a tight defense was useless to Xiao Ling. With his current strength and spatial mastery, he only needed to slightly conceal his aura, and the guards would not be able to detect even the slightest trace of him.

On the summit of a solitary peak not far from the abyss, a few barely perceptible ripples appeared in the space. When the ripples subsided, the figures of Xiao Ling and his group were steadily revealed.

Qing Lin raised her eyes and looked at the misty, eerie entrance to the abyss. She then turned to Xiao Ling and said softly, "Young Master Xiao Ling, as Elder She instructed, this is the main passage to the underground world of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan."

Xiao Ling, who was in the lead, glanced indifferently at the heavily guarded area with its numerous guards and hidden restrictions. A slight sneer appeared on his lips. He then slowly raised his hand and casually waved his wide sleeve.

A highly condensed spatial force suddenly spread out, enveloping the group like an invisible barrier. The next second, the space trembled slightly, and the group disappeared into thin air, silently heading towards the Nine Nether Abyss.

The few Nine Netherworld Pythons guarding the entrance to the main passage of the Nine Netherworld Abyss were on high alert, their auras deep and focused, when suddenly they all stiffened, a chilling sensation creeping up their spines and straight to the top of their heads.

The bloodline of the Nine Netherworld Python flowing within his body began to throb uncontrollably, as if sensing some supreme pressure, and he trembled instinctively.

But this strange feeling came quickly and went even faster, disappearing without a trace in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The guards exchanged puzzled glances, pressing their hands to their chests. They assumed it was just a hallucination caused by exhaustion from days of duty and didn't delve too deeply into it. They quickly regained their composure and continued to stand guard, completely unaware that the strange movement they had just experienced was actually a wisp of energy emanating from the Medusa Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python's bloodline, which had triggered their instincts when Xiao Ling and his group silently passed through using spatial power.

It was fortunate that they overlooked the strange phenomenon in such a daze. They should know that if they had investigated even slightly more and alerted Xiao Ling and his group, the mysteries of the Azure Scale Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil could have been easily activated, and these guards would have been subdued on the spot.

However, it's too early to say that. After all, Xiao Ling originally planned to subdue the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan with Qing Lin. These guards are already Dou Zun level cultivators and are rare combat power in the clan. He naturally has no reason to let them go unchecked.

In this light, even if these people managed to escape this calamity today, they will ultimately be unable to escape the fate of being controlled by Qinglin with her Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil.

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The underground world is crisscrossed with ravines and intersecting rock layers, its complex terrain resembling a maze. As far as the eye can see, there are only deep shadows and jagged rocks, making it impossible for ordinary people to move an inch inside.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling had planned this trip in advance and had prepared a detailed underground map before setting off. Following the markings on the map, he traveled through the underground world and reached the core of the underground world in just one hour. Along the way, he passed through tribes inhabited by snake people. Although the snake people had a powerful aura, they did not notice the traces of the group.

After traveling day and night for about half a day, the group finally arrived at the ultimate stronghold of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, the Netherworld Serpent Vein.

This place is not only the power center of the Nine Netherworld Python clan, but also the supreme holy land in the hearts of thousands of snake-people tribes around it. Its defenses are far more stringent than those of the Nine Netherworld Abyss on the ground. Layers of restrictions are interwoven into a net, and powerful members of the clan with profound backgrounds take turns guarding it. Even ordinary snake-people from the collateral branches of the clan are not qualified to set foot here without a pass token.

"It can be said that it is one of the three major races in the world of monsters. Although its high-end combat power is certainly not comparable to that of the Ancient Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, there are quite a few second-tier experts. In this mountain range alone, there are truly many powerful experts."

In a hidden void within the Nether Serpent Vein, Xiao Ling was surrounded by a faint silver glow, completely concealing the auras of the others. He lowered his eyes and looked through the void barrier at the scene of powerful figures coming and going and their auras intertwining within the Nether Serpent Mountain Range below. He spoke softly to himself.

The Nine Netherworlds are still deep within the earth's veins. Xiao Ling focused his mind and sensed that beneath this Nether Serpent Earth Vein, the auras of powerful figures rose and fell, powerful and imposing. Among them, several auras were unfathomable, clearly at the level of half-saints.

With such a lineup, if the entire clan is alerted by the slightest mistake, even with his formidable strength, he will inevitably find himself in trouble, and at that time he will probably have to go on a killing spree to escape.

Xiao Ling was naturally unafraid to deal with these Nine Netherworld Pythons, but he had not come here to kill and exterminate them.

These powerful Nine Netherworld Pythons will all become Qinglin's snake pets in the future, at her beck and call. They are allies, not mortal enemies, so there is absolutely no reason to kill them.

With this in mind, a serious look appeared in Xiao Ling's eyes. He needed to be even more careful in his next move and absolutely could not alert the enemy. In terms of talisman master cultivation, Xiao Ling, apart from the few top experts from the ancient families, had already entered the ranks of the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent.

His control over spatial power was already superb, enough to walk on nothingness. He used this power to traverse space and rush towards the depths of the Nether Serpent's veins, all without making a sound or causing a ripple, and without attracting any attention.

The deeper one goes into the earth's veins, the more solid and heavy the aura of powerful figures becomes, with each wave stronger than the last, and layers of oppressive power enveloping the surrounding area.

But such a display was nothing to Xiao Ling. With his ability to conceal himself, even if he stood directly in front of those semi-saint level elders, they would not be able to detect him at all unless he showed himself.

If it really comes to that, with Xiao Ling's strength, the Nine Netherworld Python clan will surely face annihilation.

Activating the power of space, Xiao Ling led the group through the area, precisely avoiding the detection and sensing of all the powerful figures along the way. They traveled without hindrance, and after spending some time, they finally stepped silently into the deepest part of the Nether Serpent Vein.

Deep within the Nether Serpent's veins lies a colossal, dark abyss, over a hundred feet wide, with sheer cliffs and a bottom so dark it seems to stretch endlessly.

A bone-chilling cold aura surged up from the bottom of the ravine, transforming into gusts of eerie gale-force winds that howled incessantly. This cold aura was far beyond ordinary cold; it was so domineering that it could corrode bones and invade the meridians. If an ordinary expert stood here, his blood would instantly freeze, and his circulating battle qi would be frozen stiff and difficult to move.

At the very bottom of this dark abyss lies the sacred pool of the Nine Netherworld Serpent clan, the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs, which is also Xiao Ling's true goal in traversing dangerous places and delving into the serpent's veins.

Beneath the Nine Netherworlds, Yao Ming, the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python clan, is currently being held captive.

This person possessed the formidable strength of a two-star Dou Sheng, making him the undisputed strongest member of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. However, he met such a tragic end due to the machinations of the current clan leader, Yao Xiaotian, and the Grand Elder.

As long as Qinglin activates the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil to subdue him and brings him out from the Yellow Springs, the Nine Netherworld Python clan, leaderless and having lost its strongest reliance, will naturally submit and be used by Xiao Ling.

At that time, the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet, which carries the legacy of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint, will also be fully opened to Xiao Ling along with the surrender of the Demon King.

Medusa, under the full protection and care of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, was able to travel fearlessly to the depths of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs and peacefully receive the legacy left behind by the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python Clan.

There were no guards stationed beside the deep ravine, because everyone knew that the surging, howling, and chilling winds from the bottom of the ravine were the most formidable natural barrier here.

The chilling aura was domineering and bone-chilling, and the gale was even more unstoppable. Even a Dou Zong-level expert would never dare to approach easily, let alone venture deep into the fray.

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Amidst the piercing howl of the gale, the space beside the deep ravine suddenly distorted slightly, and then slowly condensed into several figures, which were none other than Xiao Ling and his group who had come in secrecy.

As soon as they appeared, a chilling gale howled from the deep ravine and rushed towards them. Even though none of them were weak, they were inevitably affected by it and experienced a coldness far greater than they had experienced before.

Medusa, the weakest among the group, frowned slightly, her eyebrows raised, and as she gazed at the churning, cold mist, she couldn't help but speak softly.

"The climate here is truly harsh, with such a bone-chilling, cold wind. No wonder there isn't even a single guard here. I'm afraid that if you're not strong enough, you won't be able to stay here for long."

"That's natural. Otherwise, how could the Nine Netherworld Python Clan have designated it as a forbidden area?" Xiao Ling replied calmly, his gaze sweeping over the surging gale, and said slowly:

"However, I have heard that there are quite a few elite members of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan who come to this dangerous place to temper their bodies with the cold and icy winds. This way, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort in their cultivation. However, this kind of progress requires enduring the pain of being scraped to the bone."

It should be noted that the clan leader Yao Ming, who is currently imprisoned deep in the Nine Netherworld, was only at the Half-Saint realm when he was ambushed and imprisoned here.

Over the years, he relied entirely on the extreme cold and fierce winds of the Yellow Springs to temper his body day and night, forcibly breaking through realms and advancing to the level of a two-star Dou Sheng. The remarkable effect of such cultivation is evident.

However, behind this improvement in strength lies the excruciating pain of having one's meridians gnawed by the cold and one's body ravaged by the fierce winds for years. There is no shortcut to this kind of torment. If one did not have a strong will, one would probably have given up long ago, let alone use such an environment to cultivate oneself.

As he spoke, Xiao Ling took a few steps forward, gazing intently at the dark, bottomless ravine below. After a moment, he stopped lingering, turned around, called out to the three people beside him, and used his spatial power to envelop them before heading down into the ravine.

Although the ravine was so deep that it was impossible to see the sun, Xiao Ling and his group were able to descend very quickly thanks to their considerable strength. In just over a minute, they were able to see the solid ground at the bottom of the ravine.

Not far away, a vast and boundless lake came into view. The chilling aura that could freeze the fighting spirit of a powerful person and corrode to the bone marrow was spreading continuously from the lake, and the coldness was overwhelming.

The lake was vast and boundless, its surface still and undisturbed. The water was not an ordinary color, but a rich and deep yellow. Within this deep yellow base, there were faint streaks of crimson like fresh blood, blending together to create a strange and somber hue.

A wisp of air, carrying a pale yellow turbidity and a faint bloody aura, was seeping out from the bottom of the lake. As it rose, it gradually grew in size and eventually transformed into gusts of howling wind that rushed straight up to the top of the ravine.

"This must be the legendary Nine Netherworlds, right? This aura is truly extraordinary." Little Fairy Doctor paused to examine the strange lake before her and murmured in amazement.

Xiao Ling nodded upon hearing this, said nothing more, and strode towards the lake where red and yellow hues intertwined. Medusa, Little Fairy Doctor, and Qing Lin followed closely behind, walking slowly forward together. (End of Chapter)