Chapter 215: Negative Erosion, Need to Vent a Bit

Day one.

Ye Feng and Qian Renxue smoothly completed ten consecutive victories.

The two of them also made a name for themselves; no one dared to cause them trouble at all, and they even chose the cleanest room in the Inner City to live in.

"Heh heh, Slaughter City is nothing special~"

Qian Renxue hugged her Great Sword and plopped onto the sofa, looking very relaxed.

In the first five fights, she killed everyone instantly with one sword, ending each battle in one second.

In the last five fights, she spent a bit more time, but no fight lasted more than ten seconds.

For her, there was absolutely no challenge at all.

If it weren't for the long waiting times, she really wanted to finish 100 fights in a single day.

"This is just the beginning. The most dangerous thing in Slaughter City isn't the Hell Slaughter Arena, but Slaughter City itself."

Ye Feng explained while drinking.

Not only could one do as they pleased in the Inner City, but as the strongest people there, he and Qian Renxue also enjoyed unlimited food, getting whatever they wanted.

This made outsiders extremely envious.

"Tch, alarmist talk. How can I feel any danger?"

Qian Renxue curled her lip in disdain, then snatched the wine cup from Ye Feng's hand and downed it in one gulp.

She hadn't drunk water all day, and combined with the influence of Slaughter City's filth, Qian Renxue's cleanliness obsession no longer existed, so she didn't care at all whether the cup had been drunk from by Ye Feng.

"Danger is everywhere—for example, the air you breathe, the food you eat, and the wine you drink could all be poisonous."

Ye Feng glanced sideways at Qian Renxue, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Pfft!"

Qian Renxue spat it all over the floor on the spot and glared fiercely at Ye Feng.

"I only said it might be, not that it definitely is," Ye Feng said, pouring himself another cup.

Qian Renxue:...

Hardened! Her fist hardened!

Qian Renxue wanted nothing more than to cut Ye Feng down with one sword!

He was just begging for a beating!

But reason still calmed Qian Renxue down; if she dared to act, she felt her butt would definitely swell up again...

However, Ye Feng wasn't lying—the entire Slaughter City was poisonous.

Food, water, even the air were all poisonous.

These toxins could stir up the killing desire in people's hearts and make them crave the taste of blood even more—that is, wanting to drink Blood Mary.

And Blood Mary was even more deadly; drinking it could temporarily relieve the craving, but once the effect wore off, the desire for blood would multiply.

It was just that these toxins were only mildly poisonous.

Qian Renxue's Angel Martial Soul had a purifying effect, and combined with her Soul Saint cultivation, she wouldn't be affected in a short time.

But if too much time passed, who knew...

As for Ye Feng...

With his constitution, this bit of toxin wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

Day two.

Ye Feng fought three matches.

Qian Renxue fought only one match.

Because Ye Feng and Qian Renxue's fearsome reputation spread, the number of Fallen Ones signing up for the Hell Slaughter Arena plummeted.

This caused Ye Feng and Qian Renxue's waiting time to increase greatly.

Qian Renxue simply gave up and went back after fighting one match.

Ye Feng held on until the third match, but not wanting to wait any longer, he reluctantly returned to the Room.

"Ye Feng, how long is this going to take! I can't stand this broken place for even a second!" As soon as Ye Feng returned, Qian Renxue complained to him, looking unusually irritable.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, obviously sensing something was off with Qian Renxue.

"This broken place—no cultivation, no entertainment at all, it's so boring!" Qian Renxue was still very displeased, pacing back and forth in the Room.

"You're off. You seem to have been poisoned..."

Ye Feng frowned slightly; he could clearly feel Qian Renxue's irritability and abnormality.

Obviously, this was due to the influence of Slaughter City, but because she hadn't released her killing desire.

The most obvious effect of Slaughter City's toxins was to stir up killing intent in people's hearts.

To suppress it, one could only kill people or drink Blood Mary—that is, "drink blood"—to obtain an experience similar to killing.

Qian Renxue naturally couldn't drink Blood Mary, and since she had only killed nine people today, the toxins in her body were finally starting to show.

It was just that the toxin was still very mild, only making Qian Renxue irritable.

If the poisoning went deeper, irritability would turn into a thirst for slaughter.

"Poisoned? How could I be..." Qian Renxue was startled inside and hurriedly examined herself internally, but found no abnormality.

"Everything in Slaughter City has toxins that make people bloodthirsty. If you don't kill people or suppress it with Blood Mary, you become very irritable. I didn't expect you to be affected so quickly."

Ye Feng explained.

"What, why didn't you say so sooner!!"

Qian Renxue's face instantly turned ugly, and she even lowered her breathing rate on the spot.

"If I'd told you earlier, you'd probably have suffocated yourself on the spot..." Ye Feng shrugged, somewhat speechless.

If he had told her earlier, with Qian Renxue's cleanliness obsession, she would definitely feel immense pressure and might be affected even more.

But Ye Feng hadn't expected the toxin's power to be stronger than he imagined.

It was just that his constitution was too powerful, so he only felt very, very weak, without considering the gap between Qian Renxue and Zi Ji.

Of course, mainly it was that Qian Renxue killed too few people.

In the Original Work, Tang San and Hu Liena killed more than twenty people every day, even more, and plus they were willing to drink Blood Mary, which was barely enough to suppress it.

Of course, Blood Mary's effect on suppressing killing intent was even stronger.

"Then what do we do..."

Qian Renxue suddenly became somewhat panicked, even somewhat regretting coming here.

"What, are you afraid?" Ye Feng seemed to have seen through Qian Renxue's thoughts, raising an eyebrow as he asked.

"Who's afraid! It's all your fault for not saying earlier..."

Qian Renxue glared at Ye Feng angrily, in a very bad mood.

"What's the use of saying it earlier? The only ways to suppress the toxin are killing and drinking Blood Mary; pick one." Ye Feng leaned against the sofa, looking at Qian Renxue with a half-smile.

"I..."

Qian Renxue was left speechless.

Drinking Blood Mary was impossible.

But she wasn't too willing to kill either.

The queue time at the Hell Slaughter Arena was too long; she really didn't want to wait several time units in that kind of stinking place.

Although the Inner City allowed unrestricted killing, the more people she killed, the longer the queue time at the Hell Slaughter Arena became, to the point of not getting in line at all, falling directly into a vicious cycle, which would be even worse...

By then she feared she would never complete 100 matches in this lifetime, forever trapped here.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue became increasingly irritable in her heart.

"Is there really no other way!"

Qian Renxue looked at Ye Feng somewhat unwillingly.

Ye Feng's constitution was strong, so he wasn't much affected by the toxin, but she truly couldn't handle it.

If this continued, she feared she would go crazy...

"There is."

Ye Feng gave an affirmative reply.

"What way!"

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, and she hurriedly moved to Ye Feng's side, looking at him expectantly, obviously very eager to know the answer.

"That is to vent in other ways; although the effect is a bit worse, temporary suppression is still possible..."

Ye Feng glanced at the "majestic" part in front of Qian Renxue, with implied meaning.

Qian Renxue:...

Ye Feng wasn't lying either.

When Ye Feng entered the Inner City, what he saw was a scene of *chaos and killing.

Slaughter City could stir the most primal killing intent in people's hearts, and at the same time stir other desires.

Greed, lust, killing, and so on.

These various negative emotions piled up, very much in need of venting.

Killing and ** were both ways of venting lust.

(Chapter End)