Living as a Mortal: Grinding Experience Starting from the Underworld

Wan Qing and Zhang Feng were preparing to cast a spell together and did not notice Mei Xin's unusual behavior.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, your soul power is stronger than mine. From now on, I will use my soul power as a guide and your soul power as the main force, focusing on inscribing the soul control formation."

Wan Qing whispered the instructions.

Zhang Feng nodded, circulated his cultivation technique, and black soul power slowly seeped from his body.

Wan Qing also began to control the output of his soul power.

The difference in their soul power is significant.

Wan Qing's soul power was fiery red, as thin as mist.

Zhang Feng's soul power was dark black and thick like water.

The moment their soul energies made contact, the red soul energy was torn apart and devoured by the black soul energy.

"Such powerful soul force!"

Wan Qing was startled. He had already overestimated Zhang Feng's soul power, but after their encounter, he realized he had underestimated it.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, pay close attention to my soul power steps..."

Zhang Feng nodded. He had just realized that his soul power was too strong, and it was even uncontrollably devouring a portion of Wan Qing's soul power.

With their soul powers working together, the bewitching spell was quickly completed.

Sizzle~

The level-two Yin Beast, which was lying on the ground, suddenly opened its eyes, which were originally scarlet but were now completely covered in black.

Zhang Feng flipped over and straddled the head of the Yin Beast, attempting to control its movements.

Boom boom boom!

Under Zhang Feng's control, the flying Yin Beast stood up and took two steps, then flapped its wings, stirring up gusts of Yin wind.

Become!

Zhang Feng was secretly delighted. If he could fly, it would be much easier to cross those snow-capped mountains and steep ridges.

"Hey~ little sister, what are you doing?"

Wan Qing watched Zhang Feng gradually ascend into the air, feeling a surge of joy, unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

Before she could react, a small dagger was already piercing her waist!

Hearing the shouts, Zhang Feng quickly plummeted down and landed on the ground.

Wan Qing was gripping Mei Xin's wrist, which was holding the dagger, to prevent it from going any further!

Another backstabbing!

Zhang Feng's expression darkened.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, quickly knock your sister unconscious! She inhaled too much of the mist and has lost consciousness!"

Wan Qing cried out urgently.

Zhang Feng flashed behind Mei Xin and struck her on the back with a palm strike.

"Is Fellow Daoist Wan alright?"

Zhang Feng caught the unconscious Mei Xin and looked at Wan Qing.

"Ah, it's nothing. I was wearing inner armor, so I wasn't hurt. I was just a little startled by the sudden ambush."

Wan Qing touched her waist to make sure she was alright.

"Alas, Fellow Daoist Zhang, the mist is poisonous; it not only disturbs the mind but also damages the soul."

"Sister Mei, you inhaled too much mist, which damaged your soul. Coupled with the rampant yin wind and your desperate sneak attack just now, you're probably already..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that Mei Xin's body was somewhat cold, and a thin layer of black ice had appeared on her cheeks, hands, and feet.

Zhang Feng reached out a finger to check, and found that Mei Xin had stopped breathing and the artery in her neck had stopped beating.

He died just like that?

Zhang Feng felt a complex mix of emotions. Coming from another world and having received a good education, he possessed the emotions of a normal person.

But his junior sister's betrayal made him truly realize the cruelty of the cultivation world; decades of friendship could be turned into betrayal in an instant.

Even so, he still valued loyalty and friendship, so he spared her life.

But fate played a cruel trick on us.

"Sigh~"

Zhang Feng sighed, and after a moment of silence, a sense of calm and relaxation spontaneously washed over him, just as if he had severed the three Li siblings.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; once that happens, one's thoughts become clear.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, life is unpredictable, we..."

Wan Qing remained calm and composed. Her feigned shouting was merely to confirm the emotional bond between Zhang Feng and Mei Xin, ensuring that the incident wouldn't interfere with the mountain climbing.

Normally, if anyone dared to betray or ambush her, Wan Qing, she would have already plunged her sword into their heart.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Feng would still be of great use in the future, she would never have let Mei Xin, who betrayed her, go so easily. Even if her mind was clouded by the fog of deception, she could not forgive her.

Over the past three years, quite a few fellow climbers have died at her hands.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, I'm fine. Time is of the essence, let's continue climbing!"

Zhang Feng spoke normally, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Okay, that's it! Don't let emotions hold you back, Wan Qing, I have high hopes for you.

Wan Qing appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he felt a certain degree of approval.

Cultivators should be calm, decisive, and ruthless in killing.

Zhang Feng's actions were exactly what she wanted.

Click!

Zhang Feng crushed the thin black ice on Mei Xin's body, took the storage bag, and buried Mei Xin's body with snow.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, let's go!"

After finishing everything, Zhang Feng climbed onto the top of the flying Yin Beast.

"Alright! Success or failure hinges on this."

Wan Qing rode on the neck of the flying Yin Beast, gripping its fur with both hands to secure her body.

Whoosh!

Zhang Feng controlled the flying Yin Beast to take off and aimed at a mountain peak to crash into.

The Yin Beast soared into the sky, and the mist instantly dissipated, revealing a wide-open view before Zhang Feng.

The summit is clearly visible!

Zhang Feng took out the compass, only to find that the pointer kept spinning and the characters "僄", "肆", and "伍" kept protruding.

Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, indicating that there might be level three, four, or five Yin beasts or demonic beasts lurking at the summit.

He had no choice but to control the flying beast and follow the direction in which the compass needle did not stop.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, there may be high-level Yin beasts at the summit. This journey is dangerous; please remain vigilant at all times!"

Zhang Feng gave a reminder, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

"learn."

Wan Qing was aware of the danger, and dared not let his guard down.

The two were careful throughout the journey, and thankfully nothing unexpected happened.

Upon reaching a safe platform on the summit, Zhang Feng killed the flying Yin Beast with a single sword strike, extracted the beast crystal, and pushed the corpse into the deep valley.

The summit is the destination of this journey; whether or not we can escape the Netherworld depends entirely on luck.

Unfortunately, the two were not very lucky; no spatial rift appeared for seven consecutive days.

On the eighth day, a grayish-brown crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and spiritual energy surged in instantly, dispersing the aura of spiritual deprivation surrounding the summit of Stormwind Mountain.

"My spiritual power has been restored!"

Zhang Feng and Wan Qing were both pleasantly surprised.

Without hesitation, Zhang Feng activated his divine sense, opened the storage bag, and stuffed all the items from his backpack inside.

Wan Qing acted even faster, pulling Zhang Feng directly into the air.

"Young friend Zhang, I owe you a great debt of gratitude for climbing Storm Mountain; now I'll repay some of it!"

With his spiritual energy restored and Wan Qing regained his strength, he relaxed and was even able to make light of things again.

"Thank you very much, Senior Wan!"

Feeling his body lift off the ground, Zhang Feng did not resist.

The instant his spiritual power recovered, he realized that the other party's spiritual power was unfathomable, and that their cultivation level was obviously much higher than his.

Wan Qing's cultivation level is above the late Foundation Establishment stage, or even a Core Formation cultivator.

Therefore, Zhang Feng had to be more respectful in his words.

After all, since his spiritual power was sealed in the Netherworld, Zhang Feng addressed him as a fellow Daoist, and Wan Qing didn't find fault with him.

Now that his spiritual power has been unsealed, Zhang Feng, who addresses Wan Qing as an equal, would likely be crushed by Wan Qing with a single hand.

"Hahaha! No problem! I will definitely get you out safely, young friend. As for the promised Foundation Establishment Pills, you won't be short even one."

Having fully restored his spiritual power, Wan Qing appeared exceptionally joyful and brimming with confidence.

The two of them entered a spatial tunnel together.

"Young friend Zhang, the exit is just ahead. Be careful of unexpected events. I need to speed up!"

Wan Qing's spiritual power supported Zhang Feng's back, and the fiery red spiritual power around her body expanded violently, bursting out with a surging forward force.

bass!

Suddenly, a space cracked open, and Wan Qing lifted Zhang Feng into the air.

It's finally out!

Zhang Feng happily felt the spiritual energy flowing through his body. Right, the panel!

He quickly checked the experience panel in his mind, and thankfully, the panel was still there after he left the Underworld.