Translator: Silavin The newcomer was dressed in green, with a sword larger than a palm on his back. He exuded an impressive and memorable aura. Seeing this person, the Spirit Realm expert behind Bian Lingzhu frowned. Clearly, he was somewhat wary of this swordsman before them. “The Crimson Cloud Splitting Sword… Zhong Zizhen!?” Qin Yichen muttered, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. He did not expect to encounter this swordsman, who had such a notorious reputation in the Central Province, here. [Could he be here for the rumoured Golden Firestorm Sword?!] Qin Yichen’s eyes lit up. The Golden Firestorm Sword was the Spirit Weapon of the legendary top swordsman of the Northern Region. With this sword, the strongest swordsman swept across the entire Northern Region, unmatched by anyone. Even so, he still perished in a great battle, and the Golden Firestorm Sword disappeared afterwards. Back then, many Forces spent great effort searching for it, but still could not find it. It was said that during the last opening of the Death Gate, someone saw a sword burning with golden flames in the Death Zone… Perhaps it was because of this rumour that Zhong Zizhen was attracted here. After all, the Spirit Sword of the strongest swordsman was just too attractive for a sword cultivator like him. In his previous life, Qin Yichen did not care about these things, but now it was different. He cultivated using the Sword Control Technique. If the Spirit Sword in his body could refine the Golden Firestorm Sword, the power of his Spirit Sword would naturally rise to another level. However, he did not know where the Golden Firestorm Sword was. After Zhong Zizhen arrived, his gaze first fell on Bian Lingzhu and then that Spirit Realm expert. He only glanced at Qin Yichen in the distance. From his expression, he seemed to have taken Qin Yichen as an assistant brought by Bian Lingzhu. After all, Spiritual Energy cultivation at the third level of Peak Martial Grandmaster was not weak. However, it was also not that strong. “Hehehe…” Suddenly, a grating laugh like teeth grinding came, followed by three figures quickly approaching. At the front was a man whose form was hidden under a black robe. His face was withered, even somewhat similar to a Death Spirits. His eyes were deeply sunken, making his frontal bone look extremely prominent and terrifying. Moreover, his body was permeated with dense Death Energy, almost feeling like it had merged with the aura of the Death Zone. “The Death King… An Chengtian!” Seeing this person’s sudden appearance, both Bian Lingzhu and Zhong Zizhen could not help but have a change in their expressions. The reason, of course, was because of An Chengtian’s identity! An Chengtian was originally from the direct line of a Millennial Family, the An Family. But in his youth, he entered this Death Zone and could not get out in time, thus being trapped inside the Death Zone for a full three years. It was only until the second opening of the Death Gate when he could finally escape. It was considered a miracle! For the Death Zone when the Death Gate was open and when it closed, it was located in completely different places. Before this, there had never been a record of anyone coming out alive. Yet, An Chengtian, who was only a Mid Stage Martial Grandmaster at the time, survived. Of course, the price he paid was his current state. He was now neither Human nor Ghost. However, by absorbing Death Energy, he cultivated a strange physique. His body was like a Death Spirits, and he could even control Death Energy, hence the title Death King. Now, at the Spirit Realm, his strength was definitely not to be underestimated. Behind him were his two disciples. Although they looked young, they were very similar to An Chengtian. They had withered faces, and their whole beings permeated with Death Energy. They were no different from Human-shaped skeletons. But at this moment, their deeply sunken eyes were fixated on Bian Lingzhu’s graceful figure, giggling incessantly. Their undisguised gaze made Bian Lingzhu frown. If they were in the Central Province, she would definitely have flared up immediately, but now, she had to restrain herself. Although there were still some experts who had not covered the distance, judging from their auras as she passed them, their cultivation was definitely not low. If she fell out with the Death King at this time, it would be of no benefit to her. If her Spiritual Energy cultivation could not break through to the Spirit Realm on this trip to the Death Zone, then her journey would have been in vain! She must join the Alchemy Tower! Joining the Alchemy Tower and being the Alchemy Prodigy of the Bian Family were worlds apart in status. Seeing that Bian Lingzhu showed no signs of flaring up, Death King An Chengtian seemed to understand her apprehension to act and Immediately became even more unbridled with his gaze. Seeing this, the Spirit Realm expert behind Bian Lingzhu frowned, stepped forward, and reprimanded, “An Chengtian, mind your behaviour!” “Who do you think you are? You’re just a servant!” An Chengtian disdainfully mocked, his aura Ghostly and chilling. “You!…” The Spirit Realm experted glared angrily, wanting to make a move, but was stopped by Bian Lingzhu. Death King An Chengtian was notoriously eccentric in terms of his temperament. He was likely to attack at the slightest provocation. In here, both timing and terrain were in his favour. If a fight broke out, Bian Lingzhu’s side would definitely come off worse. “Death King, that’s enough.” Just as Bian Lingzhu was feeling extremely awkward, Zhong Zizhen very timely stepped forward with a righteous face and reprimanded the Death King. Although many feared An Chengtian, there were still some who were not afraid of him, such as the notorious lone swordsman before them, Zhong Zizhen. “Hmph!” An Chengtian’s face darkened. With his cold snort, a chilling cold wind swept through the palace, bone-piercingly cold. As the cold wind raged around, Zhong Zizhen moved, resolutely standing in front of Bian Lingzhu. He turned his head, putting on a sanctimonious expression, and said to Bian Lingzhu, “Miss Bian, don’t be afraid. With me here, An Chengtian won’t be able to harm you.” Pui! Seeing this scene, An Chengtian directly spat on the ground. His somewhat withered finger pointed at Zhong Zizhen, warning, “Zhong Zizhen, stop pretending in front of me. Who doesn’t know about your philandering? You think you have the face to lecture me!? You of all people!?” Having said this, An Chengtian waved his hand, taking something from one of his disciples behind him. As he shook his hand, the object in his hand made a howling sound. Immediately, the entire palace was filled with raging cold winds, sending sand and stones flying. [A Soul Stealing Banner, not bad.] Seeing the object in An Chengtian’s hand, a glint flashed in Qin Yichen’s eyes. The Soul Stealing Banner was a great Artifact for controlling Death Energy. It seems like An Chengtian had survived back then because he obtained this Soul Stealing Banner! Clang! Zhong Zizhen was even more direct. With the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, he drew his long sword. A sharp Sword Qi suddenly swept out. “Gentlemen, why not save your strength for the Underground Palace?” Just as the atmosphere became tense, Qin Yichen stepped forward, smiling as he spoke. “Who are you?” Everyone looked at him. “Who I am is not important.” Qin Yichen took two steps forward and continued, “Miss Bian’s goal would be Thousand Year Old Spirit Pearls, Zhong Zizhen’s goal is the Golden Firestorm Sword, and Death King, your goal should be collecting Death Energy, right?”