I Grind to Martial Saint

An unknown amount of time passed.

A deep, dark underwater cavern appeared before Han Yuan’s eyes.

"This is the cavern!"

Zhang Cang’s expression turned grave upon seeing the cavern.

Old Yan cautiously approached the front of the cavern and took out a Compass, appearing to be detecting something.

Just then, Han Yuan felt an extremely malevolent and vicious aura erupt from within the dark cavern.

PSHH!

A lock of slick, black hair shot out from the dark cavern like a striking viper, binding Old Yan’s arm and trying to drag him inside.

Old Yan was on high alert, but the black hair was so fast that he couldn’t react in time.

Just as he was about to be dragged into the water...

PSHH!

A flash of cold steel sliced through the churning river water, viciously cleaving into the black hair.

CLANG!

Han Yuan felt as if he had struck a steel bar; a powerful shockwave traveled up the blade.

’It didn’t break in one strike!’

"Break for me!"

A fierce look entered Han Yuan’s eyes as terrifying power surged through his bicep muscles.

This time, the lock of black hair was finally split apart.

But at that moment, a dozen more locks of hair shot out from the deep, dark cavern, stabbing toward Han Yuan with eerie speed.

"Eight Extremes·Water-Splitting Slash!"

Han Yuan swung the Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber, unleashing waves of blade light that surged like violent rapids.

Used underwater, the power of the Water-Splitting Slash seemed to be enhanced.

The already turbulent current was stirred up, creating a terrifying concussive force!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber continuously chopped and shattered the locks of slick, black hair.

But in the end, one lock of hair broke through Han Yuan’s blade light and wrapped around his arm.

A terrifying pulling force suddenly assailed him, trying to drag Han Yuan into the dark cavern.

But this was all part of Han Yuan’s plan.

He had intentionally allowed one lock of hair to entangle him.

"Trying to pull me in?!"

"You’re the one who’s getting out!"

Han Yuan roared, his muscles swelling abruptly as he unleashed a terrifying force like a flash flood.

He grabbed the lock of slick black hair with his other hand, intending to drag its owner right out of the dark cavern!

RUMBLE!

Han Yuan’s calves sank directly into the silt and sand of the riverbed.

At this moment, it was as if two behemoths were locked in a tug-of-war.

The terrifying force made the riverbed tremble.

Han Yuan’s eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his temples bulged, making him look exceptionally ferocious!

"Get out here!!!"

The full might of his immense Qi Power erupted!

But the being inside the dark cavern was also undeniably strong.

In the end, under the strain of their pulling...

SNAP!

The lock of slick black hair was torn apart.

It clearly couldn’t withstand such a terrifying pulling force!

"AHHHH!!!!"

And then, a resentful, pain-filled scream echoed from within the dark cavern.

Han Yuan looked at the severed piece of slick black hair in his hand and sneered, "Having your hair ripped out must hurt a lot."

"But don’t worry, there’s more pain to come!"

With that said, he strode directly into the dark cavern.

Seeing this, Old Yan and Zhang Cang followed Han Yuan inside.

The halo of light illuminated the cavern.

Inside, they found a narrow, deep passageway.

Here, the river water became calm, but it was also much colder.

Han Yuan followed the underwater passage, heading deeper in.

Old Yan cautiously brought up the rear.

After the incident with the slick black hair, he had grown even more wary of this damn place.

He placed an Eight Trigrams Mirror over his chest, afraid some other ghostly thing might attack.

Zhang Cang was much calmer than Old Yan. He looked at the narrow underwater passage with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Woooo... woooo..."

Just then, a mournful sobbing sound drifted over from deeper within.

Han Yuan could tell that the sobbing was filled with endless resentment and pain.

"Be careful. This crying can affect your mind."

"You must keep your mind clear."

Zhang Cang warned.

Old Yan directly took out two Spirit Talismans and sealed his ears with them.

Han Yuan was fearless.

He was protected by the Innate Great Demon Qi; the crying couldn’t affect his mind.

Aside from the eerie crying, they encountered no other dangers on the rest of their journey and smoothly emerged from the dark underwater passage.

At the end of the passage was an extremely spacious underwater grotto.

The surroundings were completely bare, without even any algae. The miserable crying echoed through the grotto, making it sound even more tragic.

And Han Yuan finally saw the source of the crying.

In the center of the grotto’s open space stood a stone stele.

The stele was abnormally smooth, with no writing on its surface.

Yet Han Yuan saw that the surface of the stele was seeping blood.

The scene was exceptionally strange and horrifying.

"It seems this is the sealing ground."

"The purpose of this stele must be to suppress Wu Lian’s Resentful Soul."

Old Yan gazed at the strange stele, lost in thought.

The stele continuously seeping blood meant the seal had indeed loosened and could no longer suppress the Evil Spirits below.

"What do we do now?" Han Yuan asked.

He didn’t really understand these matters.

This was exactly why he had insisted on bringing Old Yan down with him.

"Let me check the stele’s condition first."

Old Yan wasn’t confident, so he looked at Zhang Cang and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, let’s do it together."

Zhang Cang naturally nodded in agreement.

Fearing something might happen to the two, Han Yuan stood beside them.

Old Yan was skilled in Talismanic Techniques and had only a passing knowledge of Arrays.

He took out a small bottle, formed a hand seal for a Technique, and chanted a Spell.

*"Cinnabar Spirit... all wondrous techniques, manifest..."*

A very faint crackle.

The bottle instantly shattered, and countless specks of bright red Cinnabar spread out.

The Cinnabar didn’t wash away with the current but followed Old Yan’s guidance, settling onto the ancient stone stele.

As the Cinnabar landed, the smooth-surfaced stele suddenly erupted with a strange red light.

Immediately after, dense scarlet patterns appeared.

The patterns were incredibly complex; a single glance made Han Yuan feel dizzy.

In a daze, he saw a strange head within the stele’s surface, its face obscured by black hair.

As if sensing Han Yuan’s gaze, the strange face suddenly looked up, revealing a deathly pale visage, and gave Han Yuan a smile.

The dizziness in Han Yuan’s mind grew heavier.

Just then, a rotten arm suddenly shot out from the ground and grabbed Han Yuan’s ankle.

"You’re courting death!"

Han Yuan, who seemed to be in a daze, suddenly revealed a savage grin and violently lifted his right leg.

RUMBLE!

He abruptly ripped a rotting, bloated corpse from the riverbed.

The corpse’s face was rotted and bloated from the water, a terrifying sight. It opened its mouth to bite Han Yuan.

Han Yuan threw a vicious punch!

BAM!

A direct hit!

The rotten corpse’s head instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

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