The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 504 Revisiting the Eighteen Levels of Hell

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly a glowing pill shot out of the courtyard and then quickly fell back into the courtyard.

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

"Why don't you just take me in?"

The Valley Master stared at Song Wanning with eager anticipation in his eyes.

He had immense respect for Song Wanning's alchemy skills.

Now, he wants to learn alchemy from Song Wanning.

Song Wanning shook her head, "My apprentice can't accept a junior brother who's so much older."

Valley Master: "..."

He glared at Song Wanning angrily, but he wasn't really angry.

In just half a month, his relationship with Song Wanning has become very close.

He gave a cold shout, and Fang Wei immediately rushed in.

"Apologize to your martial uncle!!!"

"If your martial uncle isn't satisfied, you'd better get out of Ghost King Valley right now!!!"

If Song Wanning can't be his master, then she can be his younger sister.

He also learned about Wu Mingxu's slander against Song Wanning.

He deserved it.

Fang Wei's face fell upon hearing this, but he dared not refute it.

He honestly apologized to Song Wanning.

The Valley Master was not satisfied and with a forceful movement, Fang Wei knelt down.

Now, Fang Wei was truly convinced and dared not harbor any illusions.

He kowtowed to Song Wanning, "It is my fault for failing to discipline my disciple properly, allowing this rebellious student to disturb my master. I beg you, master, not to hold it against me!!!"

After saying that, he banged his head a few more times.

Song Wanning didn't deliberately make things difficult and nodded: "Alright, let's just let this matter drop."

For the sake of the Valley Master, let's leave it at that.

"You're so generous, girl!!"

The Valley Master was delighted and was about to flatter Song Wanning again.

This ancestor was not only incredibly skilled in alchemy, but his cultivation and aura were also terrifying.

In just a few days, he has already surpassed himself...

Song Wanning glanced at him helplessly, and twitched her lips speechlessly.

Despite his dignified and otherworldly appearance, he acts incredibly servile...

"Chief Wu, here are your pills."

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

Since the other party took the risk to cooperate with her, she naturally wouldn't be stingy. After all, if it weren't for the Wolf Fang Gang, her divine soul wouldn't have improved so quickly.

"Thank you, sir!!!"

Wu Rouyun also changed her form of address without realizing it, holding the pill with utmost respect.

"Now that we've reached an agreement, Ghost King Valley will continue to provide pills to the Wolf Fang Gang as usual, so you don't need to worry."

"And I, too, am leaving!"

Her objective has been achieved; she can't stay in the Wolf Fang Gang forever.

"Sir, are you leaving already?"

Wu Yaozu became anxious upon hearing this.

"I—I—why don't you take me in as your ghost servant, sir? I want to follow you!!"

He sensed Song Wanning's formidable strength and began to realize how absurd he had been in the past.

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

However, Song Wanning only gave him a disdainful look.

Wu Yaozu: "..."

He was immediately taken aback and pouted in grievance.

Song Wanning was about to leave, and Wu Rouyun couldn't stop her, so she could only watch them leave with reluctance. From then on, her name became incredibly famous in the underworld.

Everyone knows it. Everyone knows it.

Not long after, Song Wanning parted ways with the Valley Master, bought an umbrella in the city, and headed towards the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

Because the Valley Master told her that he had seen the Flower of Rebirth in the eighteenth level of hell.

Having missed one flower of rebirth, Song Wanning naturally didn't want to miss a second one.

……

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

Almost 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, making people afraid to approach.

Song Wanning traveled all the way to the outside of the eighteenth level of hell.

She raised her head and looked at the tall tower in front of her, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

In the Underworld Palace, the King of the Underworld watched as Song Wanning entered the eighteenth level of hell, and his expression finally changed slightly.

First it was that Mahayana cultivator, and now it's Song Wanning. Both of them have entered the eighteenth level of hell. What exactly are they trying to do?
He flashed and appeared outside the eighteenth level of hell in the next instant, and then went inside.

Each of the eighteen levels of hell corresponds to a different form of torture.

They need to cleanse the evil spirits of their sins, allowing them to atone through endless suffering.

These eighteen levels are: Tongue-Pulling Hell, Scissors Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Mirror of Retribution Hell, Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Ice Mountain Hell, Oil Cauldron Hell, Ox Pit Hell, Stone Press Hell, Mortar and Pestle Hell, Blood Pool Hell, Unjust Death Hell, Dismemberment Hell, Volcano Hell, Stone Mill Hell, and Saw Hell.

Each layer corresponds to a different one.

As soon as Song Wanning entered the first floor, she saw countless evil spirits.

One by one, they were nailed to the wall with soul-fixing nails.

Their tongues were then violently ripped out.

The screams that rose and fell filled the entire space on the first floor.

Even Song Wanning scratched her ear, feeling a little uncomfortable.

And the tongues of those evil spirits immediately grew back, only to be ripped out again...

For evil spirits, the most painful thing is not physical pain, but the endless mental torment.

They didn't know when this suffering would end, and could only struggle repeatedly in endless agony...

From initially trying to live, to becoming numb, to finally only wanting to die...

But once you enter these eighteen levels of hell, you truly cannot live or die.

Looking at the evil spirits, Song Wanning felt no sympathy whatsoever.

If their sins were not so grave, they wouldn't have ended up in the eighteenth level of hell.

Holding her umbrella, she continued walking towards the second floor.

This time, she didn't stop and went straight to the ninth floor.

This floor is filled with evil spirits frying in oil, including the one we encountered earlier.

Song Wanning, however, was completely uninterested; her gaze was fixed only on the flower of rebirth blooming amidst a pile of bones.

She strode toward the rebirth flower, but before she could reach out and pluck it, her expression suddenly changed.

Because she ran into an acquaintance again—the very same cultivator who had stolen the Flower of Rebirth!

It’s really a narrow road between enemies.

The Mahayana cultivator also sensed Song Wanning's presence and turned around abruptly.

"you again?"

His gaze darkened, then he chuckled softly.

"You really are persistent. What, you want this Flower of Rebirth too?"

The Mahayana cultivator sneered, his gaze fixed on the Rebirth Flower, his eyes filled with determination.

"Unfortunately, I've set my sights on this flower, and no one can take it away."

From beginning to end, he never took Song Wanning seriously; she was just a ghost cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

He could easily kill him with a single palm strike!