Chapter 136: Entering the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground

It was soon Jiang Yan’s turn.

“Show your pass.”

The guard glanced at Jiang Yan’s attire, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Jiang Yan took out his golden pass.

As soon as the pass was produced, it emitted a dazzling, brilliant light, looking exceptionally impressive.

The guard’s expression changed. “It’s actually a permanent pass.”

His gaze toward Jiang Yan grew noticeably more respectful.

Those who possessed a permanent pass were either wealthy or of noble status!

His attitude immediately shifted 180 degrees.

“Brother, the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground is filled with rampant killing intent. I advise you to put on protective gear.”

Jiang Yan shook his head and replied calmly.

“Can you return my pass now?”

“Uh… of course.”

Jiang Yan took back the pass and stepped into the glowing circle ahead.

Outside the circle, many eyes were fixed on the spot where Jiang Yan had just disappeared.

“It’s a permanent pass!”

“Tsk tsk, looks like some Young Master from a prominent family has come here to train. He really doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.”

“Wait… don’t you think that person looks very familiar?”

“Who cares if he looks familiar or not? No matter how impressive someone is, once they enter the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground, it’s all about strength.

This is the Martial God’s territory. Even if you kill someone from the four great academies inside, no one would dare say a word.”

A permanent pass was a valuable item, and many who saw it couldn’t help but feel envious, their minds turning to schemes involving Jiang Yan.

Killing for treasure was a common occurrence in the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground, so everyone quickly entered the Secret Realm, hoping to be the first to find the man with the permanent pass.

The hunting ground’s entrance used random teleportation, making it difficult to locate Jiang Yan. However, his lack of protective gear made him a highly conspicuous target.

Of course, fixed teleportation was possible—but it required extra payment.

After all, Jiang Yan was the one who had slain the Demon Lord, and his appearance in front of so many people had naturally caught the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Thus, news of the “Genius youth” entering the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground quickly spread.

Inside the hunting ground.

Before Jiang Yan, sand and dust filled the air, a scorching sun hung overhead, and the land was barren and dry. Not even a single insect could be seen at a glance, devoid of any trace of life.

[System Log Updated]

“You are under attack by killing intent. Your Physical Body has slightly improved.”

“You are under attack by resentment. Your Spiritual Power has slightly improved.”

…

A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips. “The rumors outside are true—this place is indeed a ‘dangerous’ land!”

If spiritual attacks could also temper the Spirit Platform, then wasn’t this place a natural Holy Land for Jiang Yan’s cultivation?

Just as Jiang Yan was immersed in sensing the improvement of his Spiritual Power, a commotion beside him caught his attention.

“Boss, our luck is truly amazing! We actually ran into that guy right after teleporting in!”

“Hahaha, it seems this permanent pass is a Gift bestowed upon me by the heavens!”

Their conversation was completely undisguised, their gazes fixed directly on Jiang Yan as if he were prey already within their grasp.

The leader strode forward and shouted, “Brat, hand over your pass! Maybe I’ll be merciful and leave you with a whole corpse!”

Jiang Yan looked over and slightly raised a finger.

“What do you mean?”

But before the words could settle, a sharp blade had already sliced through the throats of the two men, its keen edge howling through the air.

Lowering his finger, Jiang Yan gazed melancholically at the swirling yellow sand filling the sky.

“No gravel particles~”

After saying this, Jiang Yan walked over to the two corpses with unseeing eyes. After rummaging around for a bit, he picked up two spatial rings.

Without caring what was inside, he directly stored them into his own ring.

“It seems my permanent pass is still too conspicuous,” Jiang Yan murmured, but then he smiled again.

“Not necessarily a bad thing.”

He had just extracted a tiny bit of Battle Intent from those two people. Better than nothing, at least.

“Looks like I need to find a place with more people.”

Thinking this, Jiang Yan transformed into a streak of light and sped off in a certain direction.

The Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground was vast, with entrances established in many cities, making it a global Trial Grounds.

Moreover, its master was a Supreme Martial God, so other major powers dared not easily interfere with its rules. Thus, it had a very good reputation among young genius Martial Artists.

The Hundred Prisons Grand Stage: if you can kill, come on in.

Malicious, murderous auras mixed with the resentment of lost souls slowly tempered Jiang Yan’s Physical Body and spirit.

His Spirit Platform began to gradually expand, bringing him closer and closer to the Pool Realm.

Sweeping through the area, he noticed that almost everyone was wearing protective suits. Only some powerful individuals disdained wearing such cumbersome gear, lest it hinder their Combat Power.

“Halt!”

Someone blocked Jiang Yan’s path again.

To be precise, a group of people.

The newcomers looked fierce and vicious, clearly the type who often lived by the blade. They immediately prepared to attack Jiang Yan without even asking for a reason.

Jiang Yan didn’t ask them why they were blocking him either. He unleashed several hundred Yan Thunder Destruction Slashes before flying away from the spot.

A massive wave of intangible Battle Intent surged into Jiang Yan’s body. Most of it caused his Aura to swell noticeably, while a tiny portion transformed into his permanent Combat Power.

Heavenly Slaughter War Ruins.

Trait One

War Ruins Resonance: When you are on a battlefield, you can absorb the Battle Intent emitted by all living beings present. All of it is converted into your temporary Combat Power, while a small portion of refined Battle Intent is converted into your permanent Combat Power.

“Looks like the Battle Intent emitted by these small fry isn’t refined enough.”

Jiang Yan looked at the only person in the vicinity who still had breath left. He stepped forward, grabbed the man’s hair, and lifted him up.

“Tell me, which direction is this within the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground?”

“Brother! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please, don’t kill me!”

“Alright…

Never mind, I’m not very good at lying.”

With a single Saber strike, Jiang Yan sent the man to meet his brothers.

The hostage wasn’t very cooperative, so Jiang Yan decided it would be smoother to figure things out on his own.

The murderous aura wasn’t without effect on Jiang Yan. For instance, he now felt a faint desire for slaughter.

It was as if a demon inside him was urging:

Kill them… kill them…

As he traveled, Jiang Yan grew increasingly puzzled.

“I came to the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground because I wanted to fight and obtain Battle Intent. But what about the others?”

“Those people just now weren’t strong at all, far from qualifying as geniuses. Could they also be here for training?”

After much thought, Jiang Yan reached a conclusion.

“This place must have treasures!”

But the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground was a relic from ancient times. Even if there were treasures, they should have been plundered long ago. That meant there must be something else here attracting these geniuses.

While pondering this, someone else actively bumped into him.

The martial artists here are quite belligerent, and even with protective clothing, they cannot avoid being eroded by the malevolent qi.

Thus, along the way, those encountered would resort to killing and plundering at the slightest disagreement. Jiang Yan did not hesitate either, cutting down all these people with his saber.

While speeding through the sky, Jiang Yan suddenly heard a sharp, rushing sound of wind approaching.

Thud!

An unknown object struck Jiang Yan’s chest with a dull thud.

His short-sleeved shirt was torn.