Chapter 142: The Fifth Floor

"Such formidable Spiritual Power." Meng Yifan was secretly shocked. When that wave of Spiritual Power swept over just now, it was as if he had been stripped naked; his internal organs, meridians, blood, and the cultivation techniques he was running were all seen clearly by the other person.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and it also let him know that the person who released this Spiritual Power was extremely powerful.

Meng Yifan's physical constitution had reached the limit of a Second Grade Martial Artist before he chose to break through to a Third Grade Martial Artist.

In this way, his foundation was laid very firmly, comparable to the heaven-favored children of those great sects.

This was his secret, which he had never told anyone. He did not expect that this mysterious person, with just a sweep of Spiritual Power, would investigate it so clearly. This made Meng Yifan feel wary of this mysterious person and very much wanted to turn around and leave.

"Haha, little friend, didn't you want to come see me? Follow Manager Huang to the fifth floor; I am waiting for you." That weathered voice sounded again.

Meng Yifan looked at Manager Huang and found that he was also standing there in a daze, as if someone had said something in his ear.

"Mental Transmission? It really is miraculous." Meng Yifan was thoughtful. He knew that sound was a wave produced by the vibration of matter and needed a medium to propagate in order to be heard.

Sound travels at different speeds in different media. The mysterious tower master just now used Spiritual Power to transmit sound directly; it did not pass through any medium at all, but sounded directly in Meng Yifan's heart.

This also resulted in Meng Yifan being able to hear that weathered voice, while Meng Dayong, who was standing right beside him, heard nothing at all.

"Lord Meng, the tower master has finished his cultivation. Please come with me to the fifth floor," Manager Huang said with a smile.

Meng Yifan was somewhat hesitant. Although he had not yet met the tower master, the fact that the tower master had just used the method of Mental Transmission made him realize that the tower master's Spiritual Power was very strong. If the tower master were to make a move against him, he might not be an opponent.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? I will go see this mysterious tower master." Meng Yifan gritted his teeth and decided to go up to see the tower master. He longed to obtain the method of Condensing Qi into Steel and the method of Cultivating Immortality and Seeking the Dao from the tower master.

"Father, you go back first; I am going to see the tower master," Meng Yifan said, while simultaneously giving Meng Dayong a look.

Meng Dayong was stunned for a moment, nodded in understanding, and then quickly left Wanxiang Tower to go to the Grand Drill Ground to assemble the troops, ready to come and besiege Wanxiang Tower at any time.

Meng Yifan walked upstairs with a nervous heart and soon reached the fourth floor.

Manager Huang stopped at the entrance of the stairs to the fifth floor. For them, the fifth floor was a forbidden area; without receiving a summons, no one was permitted to go up, otherwise, they would surely die.

"Lord Meng, please go up yourself; the tower master is waiting for you on the fifth floor," Manager Huang said.

Meng Yifan nodded, then stepped up the stairs and soon reached the fifth floor. There was a large door engraved with a Taiji pattern, and the two yin/yang fish were constantly rotating. Meng Yifan stared at it for a short while and felt dizzy, as if his Divine Soul were about to be drawn in. Frightened, he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to stare at the Taiji pattern anymore.

"Come in." That large door with the Taiji pattern opened silently. Inside, black mist swirled, and it was impossible to see clearly what was inside.

As the door opened, a cold aura spread out. With Meng Yifan's current physical constitution, he still couldn't help but shiver, just like an ordinary person in summer suddenly entering a cold storage room.

The Ghost Head Blade in Meng Yifan's hand trembled slightly, which startled him. The Artifact Spirit of the Ghost Head Blade seemed to like this cold aura very much, greedily devouring the cold aura spreading out in the air.

The tower master was getting impatient and urged, "If you don't come in, I am going to close the door."

Meng Yifan no longer hesitated and stepped inside.

"Bang!" That large door with the Taiji pattern slammed shut, causing the fifth floor of this Wanxiang Tower to be isolated from the outside world and become an independent space.

"Eh! This is..." As soon as Meng Yifan walked into the fifth floor, he was stunned by the environment inside.

Wanxiang Tower was not large, covering only a thousand square meters or so. If there were nothing to block the view, one could see the end at a glance.

But after Meng Yifan walked into the fifth floor, he felt that the space inside was boundless. The light inside was dim, and the entire space was shrouded in a layer of faint black mist, making people feel somewhat oppressed.

After Meng Yifan broke through to a Third Grade Martial Artist, his five senses were greatly enhanced. He could vaguely see high mountains standing in the distance, with many bare trees growing on them.

Surrounded by high mountains, there seemed to be a huge Valley. Further away, Meng Yifan could not see clearly.

Meng Yifan looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, pondering: "How can there be such a large space inside Wanxiang Tower? It seems even larger than the entire Luolong County. Could it be that this is no longer inside Wanxiang Tower? Is it a space conversion just across a door? Truly miraculous."

"Haha, no need to be surprised. Walk forward, and you will be able to see me." The tower master's voice sounded again. The black mist in front of Meng Yifan parted to both sides, revealing a narrow path leading directly to the depths of the Valley.

Meng Yifan gripped the Ghost Head Blade tightly. He discovered that in such a dim environment, he could release ghost soldiers and ghost generals to fight.

Moreover, in such an environment, the ghost soldiers and ghost generals seemed to be able to receive a certain boost and exert more powerful strength. This gave Meng Yifan some confidence; if that tower master had malicious intent, he could also fight it out.

"Hum! Hum!" In the mysterious space of the fifth floor, the Ghost Head Blade seemed to have discovered something good. The ghost head's mouth opened, and an invisible suction force spread out. The black mist floating around was suddenly sucked over and swallowed by the ghost head into the Ghost Head Blade, strengthening the mysterious space inside the Ghost Head Blade.

With the strengthening of the mysterious space inside the Ghost Head Blade, Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals also seemed to have received some benefits, their Yin Soul bodies becoming more condensed.

"Hum!" The ghost head's right eye suddenly lit up, just like a starving ghost discovering a delicacy. Its ghost head opened even wider, and an even more formidable devouring force appeared out of thin air, starting to gorge itself on the surrounding black mist.

Meng Yifan was surprised to find that the Ghost Head Blade was like a bottomless pit, rapidly devouring the surrounding black mist, causing the surrounding black mist to decrease rapidly, while the Ghost Head Blade itself was filled with black mist, becoming more and more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Bastard! Stop! You are not allowed to devour my Spirit Qi." The tower master noticed the change in the black mist and snorted coldly in annoyance. Then Meng Yifan discovered that all the black mist around him retreated backward.

Unable to devour the black mist, the Ghost Head Blade hummed unwillingly, as if urging Meng Yifan to use the Lingbo Microsteps movement technique to take it to continue devouring the black mist.

Meng Yifan patted the Ghost Head Blade in embarrassment. It was obvious that the mysterious tower master cared very much about that black mist. Since he had already spoken to forbid the devouring, if he were to continue to devour it by force, that would be making an enemy of the tower master.