Pang Yunxiao gritted his teeth, glaring at Pang Yunhan.
He desperately wanted to know what new Sharp Weapon Pang Yunhan had obtained, but with Qian Duoduo present, he couldn't be too blunt.
Sighing, Pang Yunxiao spoke, "I don't approve of you participating in the Feng Fan Battle. The Feng Fan Battle relies solely on strength, regardless of life or death."
Pang Yunhan interrupted him, "The Ice Cave Grotto-heaven also disregards life or death."
"There are fewer people there; as long as you don't make enemies, others generally won't go for the kill."
"However, the Feng Fan Battle is different. The Peak Masters of each peak attach great importance to it. Those who enter the top ten receive extremely generous rewards from each peak and can choose their positions."
"Then I must participate even more," Pang Yunhan's stubbornness surfaced.
"With Senior Brother here, I'm not afraid of anything."
Pang Yunxiao was momentarily speechless and looked back at Qian Duoduo.
"—That makes some sense. Let me first talk about the Feng Fan Battle. On the surface, the Feng Fan Battle is a competition for Foundation Establishment Early Stage Disciples, but in essence, it's a grand competition for the Intermediate Disciples of the Eight Great Peaks. The results of the competition determine how many quotas for Intermediate Deacons within the Sect each of the Eight Great Peaks will be allocated."
"The first place can secure ten quotas, the second place nine, and the tenth place one. And the number of deacons, in turn, determines the authority and resource allocation of each peak."
"The Feng Fan Battle is divided into two stages: the first stage is the selection battle, determining the top one hundred; the second stage is the elite battle, determining the top ten and the top three…"
Qian Duoduo and Pang Yunhan grew more and more alarmed as they listened.
The Feng Fan Battle was a free-for-all in the Ba Ling Sect. Because it was too brutal, the major Families in the Sect generally did not send their Core Disciples to participate.
Pang Yunxiao, as the eldest grandson of the Pang Family, lacked neither resources nor money, so he naturally wouldn't participate.
Pang Yunhan was a direct descendant and grew up with Pang Yunxiao. Although they weren't biological brothers, their bond was extremely deep, and he also didn't lack resources.
For those Disciples without background, or collateral descendants of major Families, the Feng Fan Battle was a great opportunity to achieve Heaven-Defying change of fate and ascend a social stratum.
"I've told you everything I can. Do you still decide to participate?" Pang Yunxiao asked Pang Yunhan with a wry smile.
"Yes," Pang Yunhan said loudly with his chest puffed out.
"I have Senior Brother; I'm not afraid of anything."
Pang Yunxiao was speechless for a long time. "Then you two can continue studying. Please excuse me."
After Pang Yunxiao left, Pang Yunhan chuckled and led Qian Duoduo into his Artifact Refining Room.
The Artifact Refining Room in the Left Ear Peak's burial mound wasn't much different from the one in Nose Peak, except that it had an extra deep trench and a bowl-sized deep hole in the corner.
Pang Yunhan pointed at the deep hole, "This leads to the Evil River."
Qian Duoduo extended his Spiritual Awareness into the deep hole, but even after three hundred zhang, he still hadn't reached the bottom.
Seeing no expression on Qian Duoduo's face, Pang Yunhan asked, "You haven't reached the bottom yet, have you? I went down five hundred zhang with all my might."
Composing himself, Qian Duoduo silently circulated the Eternal Wealth and Nobility Art, continuing to probe with his Spiritual Awareness: one thousand zhang, two thousand zhang, three thousand zhang…
Finally, when he was almost at five thousand zhang, his Spiritual Awareness finally saw a black river.
The river's water was as black as ink, not flowing, yet silently churning, as if something wanted to break through the surface.
Before his Spiritual Awareness even touched the river water, images of murder, arson, and taking revenge with satisfaction already appeared in Qian Duoduo's mind.
The Evil River truly lived up to its name!
The Golden Winged Bird's Purple Eyes in the Lower Spirit Sea gently shifted, immediately dispelling those bloody illusions.
Qian Duoduo's Spiritual Awareness lightly touched the black river water, stirring it gently, confirming that this river water was indeed soul liquid!
Although it was murkier than the one in the Ghost Head Secret Realm, it had the advantage of being plentiful.
No one in the Ba Ling Sect could purify it, but he could!
