CHAPTER 574: CHAPTER 0566: I CAN STILL SAVE IT

Could it be...

Lin Fan was a very upright person, never prone to wild or inappropriate thoughts. Yet now, an image popped into his mind—members of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect indulging in something utterly repulsive.

The mere thought gave him chills.

Maybe they really were twisted perverts.

"Help..."

A faint voice called out from the darkness.

Lin Fan followed the voice to the front of a dungeon, where he straightforwardly and violently tore apart the iron bars. The moment he stepped inside, a pungent, acrid smell assaulted his nose.

Damn it.

Completely devoid of humanity.

Even if you’re imprisoning people, at least clean up the place a bit. With this stench, anyone would vomit out the food they just ate.

If it were up to him, he’d definitely make sure this place was spotless.

Even pigs need their living conditions taken care of.

Bah!

How could he even have such a thought?

"Brother, what’s wrong with you?" Lin Fan approached the corner and saw an emaciated figure with long hair covering their face. They barely resembled a human being, clearly having suffered unbearable pain and torment over an extended period of time.

Just as Lin Fan moved closer—

The figure clutched at his pant leg, pleading, "Kill me... I can’t take the pain anymore."

"Please, just end it quickly."

Lin Fan gently patted the man’s back, soothing the turmoil in his heart. A surge of mana flowed into the man’s body. Using the Divine Skills of the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor he had cultivated, Lin Fan not only possessed the power to be reborn from flames, but his healing methods were equally domineering.

"Mm-mmm~"

The man let out a euphoric sound.

The despair and agony that had consumed him began to melt away. His internal injuries and external wounds healed at an astonishing rate, leaving the man astonished.

He even felt as if he was reborn in fire.

"I understand your suffering. If that’s the case, I’ll lend you my hand and send you on your way," Lin Fan said.

The man exclaimed in panic, "Wait, Senior... I feel much better now!"

Lin Fan chuckled. He was merely teasing the man and meant no harm.

Truthfully, the man had been wishing for death just moments ago.

The pain he endured was unimaginable to those who hadn’t experienced it firsthand—like maggots crawling through the bones, gnawing away at your very soul, driving you to the brink of madness, desperate for death.

But just now, it was as though a flame had burned within him, eliminating every trace of that excruciating torment.

The man pushed aside the hair that obscured his face. Although he still looked haggard and worn, there was now a serene calm in his expression.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life. I have no way to repay your kindness, so please allow me to bow to you three times." Without hesitation, the man knelt down and banged his head against the ground three times.

He had wanted to die just moments ago.

But now, he had rediscovered his will to live.

After all, who would willingly die so meaninglessly?

You’d have to be nuts.

Lin Fan asked, "What is this place?"

"Senior, I don’t know either. But this place is extremely dangerous. Every night, wailing spirits rampage, stealing people’s vital life force. The only reason I’ve survived this long isn’t because they’ve been merciful, but because my constitution is extraordinary, and my vitality far exceeds ordinary people’s," the man explained.

"As for the others, they weren’t so lucky—reduced to withered corpses after being completely drained."

As the man described the situation, he didn’t miss the opportunity to brag about his unique traits. His intent was simple: to catch the senior’s attention, maybe even gain his favor and be accepted as a disciple. If that happened, he’d truly hit the jackpot.

Lin Fan glanced at him. Based on what he was saying, it sounded like this guy was claiming he could last seven rounds in one night without breaking a sweat.

What Lin Fan hated most was people recklessly showing off in his presence.

Where was the sense of modesty?

"Come with me and take a look," Lin Fan said.

He suspected this place might hold some secrets of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect. Since this sect belonged to the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, there was no way it could be clean. If it seemed clean, it was only because the dirt hadn’t been exposed yet.

"Be careful, Senior." The man followed behind Lin Fan, ever on guard. He had been imprisoned by the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect for a long time, and both his body and mind had been subjected to tremendous torment.

If not for his strong mental fortitude—

He doubted he could have endured this long.

Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings.

As the man had described, withered corpses were scattered everywhere—no survivors could be found. Suddenly, a whistling sound echoed from ahead, carrying an eerie chill.

A nauseating stench of blood accompanied it.

Various images flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

For instance, an old cultivator might be meditating there, just like the deranged elder he’d encountered before. After pondering for a moment, he thought this possibility seemed highly plausible.

"You’d better stay cautious or keep some distance from me," Lin Fan warned.

"Don’t worry, Senior. I’ll stick close to you. If anything goes wrong, just pull me along, and I’ll follow you out safely," the man said, his motives uncomfortably transparent, even shamelessly so.

Lin Fan didn’t say much more.

He had to admit, this guy’s cunning had played a big part in his survival up to now.

Hmm?

As they ventured deeper—

Lin Fan finally sensed an ominous aura. Just as he had suspected, there was undoubtedly a powerful presence cultivating in this place.

But the question was—

Was this powerhouse deaf? Did they not hear him entering? Or were they simply so confident in their strength, believing that no one could pose a threat even if they dared to intrude?

If anyone wasn’t convinced, they’d just crush them outright.

After a moment’s thought—

Lin Fan figured this seemed entirely likely.

"Interesting. Someone this full of themselves... so far, I’ve only seen someone like my lunatic son," Lin Fan remarked with a laugh, his thoughts refreshingly blunt.

Soon enough—

They reached the end.

Contrary to Lin Fan’s expectations, there wasn’t an ancient powerhouse meditating here. Instead, a massive black pool lay ahead. The liquid within it bubbled and churned, and strange, ghostly mists swirled upon its surface, shrieking as if possessed by sentient rage.

Lin Fan halted his steps.

"Take a look at that thing. Isn’t it the one that’s been draining your life force?"

The man peeked over Lin Fan’s shoulder, stood on his tiptoes for a glimpse, then quickly ducked back. "Yes, that’s the one. It floats around, impossible to catch, and in the blink of an eye, it can drain someone into a husk."

Lin Fan stroked his chin. Was this some kind of sinister cultivation technique?

But the setup didn’t really match. If someone were cultivating such an evil art, they’d focus on extracting life force from mighty individuals. Given the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect’s capabilities, capturing Golden Immortal Realm experts shouldn’t have been an issue.

Why waste time on weaklings? Clearly, something else was going on here.

Perhaps this wasn’t about cultivating an evil technique after all.

At that moment—

A strange sound rang out.

In the center of the pool, the water bulged upward, as though something was preparing to emerge.

"What kind of trickery is this, pretending to be all spooky? Let’s see how I deal with you."

Lin Fan immediately unleashed a Divine Skill. The Devil Extinguishing Scripture descended from the heavens, crashing straight into the pool.