Strongest Medical Saint

Long after Shen Feng had left the front courtyard of the Ye Mansion.

The members of the Ye and Yang Families heeded Shen Feng's advice and began to organize their cultivation resources overnight, preparing to go into seclusion for some time.

...

Time flew by.

The next day.

As the sun gradually rose from the east.

After a whole night of non-stop soaring through the sky, Shen Feng was now extremely far away from Carefree Valley.

One must know that he had maintained his peak speed at all times, but the speed of the huge azure woodblock had been increasing faster and faster; by now, he could no longer sense the aura of the azure woodblock.

Shen Feng's figure paused in the sky, his Perceptive Force extending to its limit. After a while, he barely guessed a direction and continued to fly through the sky.

About several hours passed.

Shen Feng's figure came to a halt once more; this time, he couldn't even guess which direction it could be. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, while his Perceptive Force remained in a constant state of extension.

All of a sudden.

A hint of confusion flashed across his face, and he looked toward the direction on his right, extending his Perceptive Force entirely and spreading it to its utmost in that direction.

He sensed several familiar auras in that direction, and after careful sensing, a smile emerged on his face; these auras belonged to people like Jia Longxuan and Gu Hengyuan.

When he first came to the Lower Realm from Earth, Jia Shouhong, Jia Zheyi, Jia Longxuan, and Ding Wangyun from the Three Gods Palace, as well as Gu Hengyuan from the Fish-Dragon Gate, had entered the black box with the Undead Monster Scorpion and arrived in the Lower Realm together.

Because they were all in the same black box, these individuals should have been teleported to the same location.

Yet, he couldn't sense the presence of the Undead Monster Scorpion at all, and the auras of Jia Shouhong and the others were very weak—what was going on?

Without any hesitation.

Shen Feng's figure swiftly flew through the sky toward the right direction.

...

Meanwhile.

Atop a certain mine far in the distance from Shen Feng.

The mine was a deep red all over, with steam constantly emanating from it, and the surrounding temperature was extremely hot.

This was a Heavenly Flame Stone mine, currently owned by the Blood Soul Demon Sect.

The Blood Soul Demon Sect was the foremost among all the Devil Sects in the Lower Realm, and their power was undoubtedly formidable.

The Cultivation Technique of the Blood Soul Demon Sect required the absorption of Heavenly Flame Stones at regular intervals. Otherwise, their cultivators would risk falling into a cultivation deviation due to the technique's quirks. Only the energy within the Heavenly Flame Stones could suppress these deficiencies of their Cultivation Technique.

Hence, wherever there was a Heavenly Flame Stone mine, the Blood Soul Demon Sect would almost never let it slip by.

Above this mine.

There were cultivators in tattered clothes, holding specially-made stone-carving tools, ceaselessly mining the Heavenly Flame Stones from within the mine.

These were slaves captured by the Blood Soul Demon Sect, with their Cultivation ranging from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Soul Swallowing Stage, most of them being Loose Cultivators.

Although the Blood Soul Demon Sect was the head of the Devil Sects in the Lower Realm, they were not foolish enough to capture disciples of the Righteous Path Sects to serve as their slaves.

As for the loose cultivators, it doesn't matter to them.

How could those from the Righteous Path Sects go to war with the Blood Soul Demon Sect for these loose cultivators? After all, the Blood Soul Demon Sect could easily gather the remaining Devil Sects, and this would eventually evolve into a bitter and fierce battle between the Righteous Path and the Demon Path, with both sides suffering great losses.

Therefore, the Righteous Path Sects would not go to war with the Blood Soul Demon Sect for these loose cultivators, who were not members of their own sects. They would not sacrifice their own interests to rescue these loose cultivators captured by the Blood Soul Demon Sect to become slaves.

The loose cultivators captured here as slaves didn't dare to band together to resist, as a group of cultivators from the Blood Soul Demon Sect was stationed here, with the strongest among them being at the initial stage of Tribulation Transcendence. How could they possibly resist?

There were loose cultivators who had tried to escape, but once discovered, they were directly skinned by the cultivators of the Blood Soul Demon Sect, had their cultivation destroyed, and were left to be scorched under the scorching sun for days before they died.

In any case, the loose cultivators who tried to escape all ended up with terrible fates, and over time, none dared to flee anymore.

These captured as slaves were seen stumbling barefoot through the mines.

The temperature in the mines was extremely high, and some loose cultivators with lower cultivation would have smoke rising from the soles of their feet with every step they took.

The surroundings of the mine were guarded by cultivators of the Blood Soul Demon Sect, who watched the loose cultivators in the mines with cold blood, their mouths always curling into an indifferent smile.

Many loose cultivators with minor cultivation couldn't mine Heavenly Flame Stones for long before their feet were eroded by the heat toxin, and eventually, their legs would slowly rot away.

Such people were naturally thrown to the Monster Beasts by the members of the Blood Soul Demon Sect.

At the foot of the mine, houses were built, among which the low and dilapidated ones were provided for the slaves to rest at night.

In the middle of these houses, a space was cleared for the execution of disobedient slaves.

At this moment, on the execution ground.

An old man with white hair and a face so cracked and weak that he was tied to a wooden cross.

His cloudy eyes looked up at the sky, his face showing a look of despair, and in a hoarse whisper, he said, "It seems we won't get to meet Senior Shen again!"

This old man was Jia Shouhong, the Supreme Elder of the Three Gods Palace from Earth.

Of course, beside Jia Shouhong, there were several other crosses where Gu Hengyuan, Jia Zheyi, Jia Longxuan, and Ding Wangyun were tied up.

Before.

They had indeed come to the Lower Realm with the Undead Monster Scorpion, but during an accident, they were separated from it.

At first, surviving in the Lower Realm wasn't too difficult; they believed that as long as they lived well and waited patiently, they would eventually wait for Senior Shen's arrival.

But one time, unintentionally.

They inadvertently offended a disciple of the Blood Soul Demon Sect and were subsequently captured and turned into slaves for the Blood Soul Demon Sect, a state which had lasted for a full two hundred years.

This time, because a disciple from the Blood Soul Demon Sect took a dislike to Jia Longxuan and wanted to kill him, eventually Jia Shouhong and Gu Hengyuan and the others all rose in rebellion and killed that disciple from the Blood Soul Demon Sect.

And, of course, they were captured by the strong cultivators stationed here; to make an example, it was decided that at noon today, Jia Shouhong and the others would be executed.

Jia Longxuan, Gu Hengyuan, and the others were all at death's door, their bodies covered with deep wounds. After arriving in the Lower Realm, they indeed saw a grander cultivator's world, but they never expected to end up with such a fate.

Now, noon was drawing closer and closer.

They showed the desperate struggle of despair on their faces, but they never regretted choosing to come to the Immortal Realm. Although it was even more brutal than Earth, and its cultivators were even colder, it was their own choice.

Jia Longxuan's lips were severely cracked, he remembered the things that had happened on Earth, stared straight into the blinding sunlight in the sky, and tried to stretch his mouth into a smile, but it hurt fiercely, "Are we really going to die?"