Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Outside the defining line was where Zen stood, with a scenery that was full of vigorous plants and life but inside was covered with black gravels; the two opposing sides could be compared to heaven and hell.

In his fascination, he did not second guess to approach the other side. However, unexpectedly, two people appeared right in front of Zen.

They appeared to look like beggars who wore clothes that were torn and ragged.

When the two men looked at him, Zen began to feel an indescribable pain; the kind of pain that made Zen feel like he was being punctured by needles.

Zen had a feeling that the two were very strong. In fact, he thought that they might be stronger than Randall and that they could be compared with the people like Floyd, the Flying Dragon General.

"Are you going to the Hell Mountain, boy?" The two men stood on the demarcation line as they asked Zen.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?" asked Zen

"We are the guards of the Hell Mountain. You said you were going to Hell Mountain. Since this is the case, we would like to know if you know the rules," the mountain keeper wondered. The guards looked like they meant Zen no harm, but it was difficult not to feel uncomfortable around them. They curiously observed Zen who they deemed as a man who was at a low refining level. The mountain keepers thought to themselves, 'Very few people at such a level would come here.'

"It takes a hundred points to get in, doesn't it?" Zen asked. Before the keepers could answer, Zen already had his disciple's card out, pointing out that he was fit to enter the mountain the guards were safekeeping.

loss. Once you go over this line right here, you will lose all protection coming from the Cloud Sect. You

no life was spared. No man who entered the domain was

why people referred to it

the wicked mountain. A lot of people would prefer to be punished than to be

were sent to

Mountain. The world within it was

for the weak except being trampled

was known for its corruption, with stronger people that had stronger influences doing whatever

purpose in order to increase their

in their eyes, Zen was merely at marrow refining level and was ignorant to the fact that there were cruel things in the mountain that he would not see anywhere else. They were

I understand well and clear what I am getting myself into. However, I really do wish to cross this line," Zen said firmly and confidently. His eyes wandered around the mountain as if he

man out of it. They returned his

the notion done by the guards and stepped in. There

what seemed like a mile, Zen finally arrived at the foot of the

the path, there would be red embers glowing at intervals as if

much thought, Zen began to