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.

just a simple matter of a hundred points loss. Once you go over this line right

place wherein no life was spared. No

a reason why people referred to it

A lot of people would prefer to be punished than to be exiled and entrusted to the people that resided Hell

who were sent to the mountain by the Cloud Sect to be punished for their heinous deeds.

the Hell Mountain. The world within it was an absolute jungle that left every man

for the weak except being trampled

politics within Hell Mountain was known for its corruption, with stronger people that had stronger influences doing whatever they wanted to, leaving those who were weak to fend for themselves if not used as

purpose in order to increase their strength, turning the mountain into their own training

fact that there were cruel things in the mountain that he

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 were looking for a place to stay in, but little did the guards know that he

would not back down, stopped trying to talk the man out of it. They

notion done by the guards and stepped

like a mile, Zen finally arrived

front of him was a very steep path and on both sides of the path, there would be red embers glowing at intervals as if the rocks were coals

Zen began to