Chapter 343: Chapter 342: The Eighth Floor

On the Slaughter Tower, the red dot representing Shen Haoran was still stubbornly shining on the Seventh Floor, grating on Niu Ben’s every nerve.

Niu Ben’s face was a mask of disbelief. ’Shen Haoran is clearly just a Tier One Spirit Marquis. The Guardian on the Sixth Floor was at the Spirit Marquis Peak! Even I could only barely manage a win against it, so how did Shen Haoran get past?’

Niu Ben had thought this bet was a sure thing. He never expected Shen Haoran to actually reach the Seventh Floor, which completely blindsided him. ’If this keeps up, I’m going to lose!’

Fine beads of sweat began to form on Niu Ben’s forehead, and his expression grew increasingly grim, so dark it was practically dripping.

’No, impossible! He can’t get past the Seventh Floor! The Guardian on the Seventh Floor is in a completely different league from the one on the Sixth. This kid definitely can’t do it. I will not lose!’ Niu Ben roared inwardly, his eyes glued to the red dot of light on the Slaughter Tower. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

WHOOSH...

However, no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the Seventh Floor erupted in a brilliant golden light. The red dot representing Shen Haoran shot straight up to the Eighth Floor!

"This... How is this possible!" Niu Ben shot bolt upright. Every muscle in his body began to tremble, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. In an instant, a cold sweat had soaked his clothes!

’The Seventh Floor... I know exactly what that Guardian is like. Even I can only passively defend against it, and not for long at that. Yet Shen Haoran just broke right through! And it took him less than half an incense stick’s worth of time! Everyone knows he’s only a Tier One Spirit Marquis... for his combat power to be this terrifying!’

"He must be cheating! I don’t believe he could have passed the Seventh Floor! This kid has to be cheating!" Niu Ben shouted frantically, but no one around him paid him any mind. All eyes were fixed on the red dot of light on the Eighth Floor, hoping for another miracle.

Inside the Eighth Floor of the Slaughter Tower, Shen Haoran glanced around. He reached out, clenched his fist in the air, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"The Purification Power on this Eighth Floor should be enough," Shen Haoran murmured. The Purification Power on this floor was strong enough to purify even Spiritual Power itself. However, Shen Haoran’s own Spiritual Power had already reached its peak purity, so all of that Purification Power surged toward the Primordial Small World in his Dantian instead.

As this Purification Power flowed in, the traces of Elder Yan’s Spiritual Thought mixed within the Primordial Small World were slowly being forced out.

VMMMM...

Just as Shen Haoran was feeling pleased, the space before him suddenly began to twist. The figure of the Eighth Floor’s Guardian materialized in front of him.

"Huh? A Tier One Spirit Marquis?" the Guardian said, clearly taken aback and staring at Shen Haoran in disbelief.

Hearing this, Shen Haoran couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Starting from the very first floor of the Slaughter Tower, every single Guardian’s first words upon seeing him had been the exact same. He had heard it eight times now. He didn’t know if they were tired of saying it, but he was definitely tired of hearing it!

’Let’s end this quickly,’ Shen Haoran thought, clenching his fist. His right arm suddenly swelled, and the Qilin Arm, covered in crimson patterns, manifested. A scorching aura immediately swept through the Eighth Floor.

"The Qilin Arm!" the Guardian exclaimed, staring at Shen Haoran’s bizarre arm.

Shen Haoran was stunned by the Guardian’s exclamation. ’This Guardian knows about the Qilin Arm?’ He had thought the only people on this continent who could recognize it were himself, Elder Yan, and Hei Yao, who had already been sacrificed.

"I concede this match," the Guardian said, lowering his head. After seeing Shen Haoran’s Qilin Arm, he had actually tossed aside the longsword in his hand.

The Guardian’s sudden declaration left Shen Haoran baffled. ’We haven’t even fought, and he’s already conceding? Is it because of the Qilin Arm?’

Shen Haoran glanced down at the black arm covered in red patterns. Then, with a mere thought, he retracted it, and his arm returned to its normal state.

"Why?" Shen Haoran asked, confused.

"If you have the strength to reach the top floor of the Slaughter Tower, you will find out. The answer you seek is there," the Guardian replied with a light chuckle, looking at Shen Haoran.

’The top floor of the Slaughter Tower?’ Shen Haoran looked up.

"However, I advise you to stop here. Your strength is insufficient to set foot on the Ninth Floor. Starting from the Sixth Floor, the Slaughter Tower’s difficulty makes a qualitative leap every three floors. As you are now, you are not ready," the Guardian warned, noticing Shen Haoran’s eager expression.

"I know," Shen Haoran nodded. He could feel an immense pressure bearing down from above. ’The Guardian on the Ninth Floor must have reached the Spirit Aspect Tier!’

"However, may I borrow the Purification Power within you?" Shen Haoran then asked, turning his gaze to the Guardian.

Hearing this, the Guardian chuckled lightly as his body erupted in a flash of light. "I have lost. This Purification Power is naturally yours!"

With that, the Guardian’s body burst apart, transforming into countless motes of light that surged toward Shen Haoran.

A look of joy spread across Shen Haoran’s face as he watched the extremely pure stream of Purification Power. ’This is more Purification Power than I gained from the first seven floors combined! It’s enough to completely resolve the hidden danger within the Primordial Small World.’

At this thought, Shen Haoran immediately sat down cross-legged and took the Profound Yellow Fruit from his Storage Ring. The Fire Spirit Black Obsidian erupted from him, instantly enveloping the fruit and beginning the Refinement process. A moment later, the Profound Yellow Fruit had been distilled into a ball of pure Essence of Spiritual Medicine.

Shen Haoran looked at the ball of Essence of Spiritual Medicine, took a deep breath, and swallowed it whole. Normally, the Energy contained within the Essence of Spiritual Medicine is extremely violent. Only a being with a physique as robust as a Spirit Beast’s could withstand it. Human Martial Artists have to process the essence into a milder Elixir before they can consume it. However, Shen Haoran’s constitution was freakishly strong—even more durable than that of a Spirit Beast. That was why he dared to swallow the Essence of Spiritual Medicine directly!

THUMP THUMP THUMP...

The moment the Essence of Spiritual Medicine entered his body, its violent Energy instantly spread out. A series of muffled thuds echoed from within him.

Feeling the rampaging Energy within him, Shen Haoran quickly drew in the Purification Power surrounding him. He used it to forcibly guide the Essence of the Profound Yellow Fruit toward the Primordial Small World in his Dantian.

WHOOSH WHOOSH...

As the Purification Power and the Essence of the Profound Yellow Fruit surged in, the once-calm Primordial Small World was suddenly wracked by storms. One Spiritual Power Vortex after another formed, carrying the potent mixture down to seep into the very ground of the small world...