Chapter 325 - 224: Going Home?

Gui Hun Port!

When Han Zhan saw these three words, the impact on him was greater than the ferry "Xinglong."

He had seen these three words before!

That was when he first entered the City of Extreme Evil, appearing at that port.

At that port, there was also a dilapidated sign with the words "Gui Hun Port" written on it!

What is this?

Could it be that everything that happened before in the City of Extreme Evil was fake, an illusion?

Or is it that after entering the White Mist Gate, everything will be experienced again, a cycle?

Is this the Slaughter Battlefield?

Han Zhan remembered that Gongyang Jin had introduced the Slaughter Battlefield before, stating that each time they entered was different, and the Ultimate Slaughter Battlefield they were opening this time would certainly be distinct.

Just as Han Zhan was lost in thought,

someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

"Xiaozhan? What are you daydreaming about here?"

An extremely familiar voice, one he had heard for many years, echoed in his ears, and Han Zhan’s eyes suddenly moistened.

He spun around, and indeed saw a familiar figure that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

That face full of crow’s feet seemed like the mark left by time. Yet, even though her skin was loose, the warmth and smile in her eyes had never diminished a bit.

That was his mother, Shan Yunmei!

"What’s wrong? I was just a little late, you won’t be angry with me, right?"

"Today the company has a year-end meeting, there’s a year-end summary to be busy with, you have to write a weekly report every week, a monthly report every month, a yearly report every year, don’t the leaders know what you’ve been doing, really no idea what good are these reports."

Shan Yunmei’s chattering voice rang in Han Zhan’s ears.

His expression was dazed for a moment.

Seeing Han Zhan still daydreaming, Shan Yunmei pulled out her "ultimate move": "I’ll top up your game with ten 648s, how about it?"

"Mom!" Han Zhan instinctively exclaimed.

A triumphant smile appeared on Shan Yunmei’s face, as if to say, as expected, this brat was so easily coaxed.

"Let me clarify, calling me ’Mom’ after topping up ten 648s is something you can only do with me, you can’t just recognize any mom on the street."

Han Zhan also showed a smile.

He gave Shan Yunmei a big hug, "Mom, what are you saying, it’s not like anyone on the street would want to top me up with ten 648s!"

Besides, we usually call them "godparents."

Han Zhan added in his heart.

He put the suitcase into the car’s trunk and sat in the passenger seat.

The memories that he thought would be sealed forever gradually became clear as the scenery outside the window kept changing.

The family’s financial situation was fairly well-off, both parents were white-collar workers with stable incomes, they bought an apartment in the city center, a spacious flat...

"Where’s dad?"

In the car, the mother and son chatted idly.

"Cooking at home, all the dishes today are ones you love."

"Is there the stir-fried young ginger with durian that I’ve been talking about for so long?"

Shan Yunmei’s expression froze for a moment while driving, she glanced at Han Zhan sitting in the passenger seat, her expression somewhat concerned.

"Xiaozhan, it’s just a breakup, people should look forward and not dwell on the past. I thought you’d feel better after this trip to unwind, but you seem even more obsessed."

"Mom, just kidding, you took it seriously." Han Zhan chuckled and waved his hand.

Then, his gaze locked onto the largest electronic screen in the city center outside the car window, which was broadcasting the content:

"Welcome to the Slaughter Battlefield."

...

In a Sword Dojo on the square.

A beautiful woman, wearing black and white kendo clothing with a single ponytail, was slowly retracting her wooden sword.

Looking at the opponent she had easily knocked over, she stood up cleanly and put away her sword, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window.

"This Slaughter Battlefield is not simple."

Gongyang Jin looked down at her hands, then closed her eyes to feel again.

"Cultivation Realm, all gone."

"It’s not disappeared, but sealed. The Slaughter Battlefield sealed my Cultivation Realm, now I’m just an ordinary person."

Even as an ordinary person, as long as there’s a sword in her hand, she’s still Gongyang Jin!

She turned around and saw the Sword Dojo students, each cowering like quails, afraid she’d pick them as sparring partners, and she shook her head.

This world, although very similar to Blue Star, was full of ordinary people with no combat capabilities, all very weak.

At this moment, the electronic screen on the square drew her attention.

"Welcome to the Slaughter Battlefield."

"When you see this message, the Slaughter Battlefield will immediately commence."

"This Slaughter Battlefield adopts a point ranking system, with a countdown of seven days."

"Upon the countdown ending, the person at the top of the points ranking will become the ultimate winner of this Slaughter Battlefield."

"Hint: At 12 midnight, please have a hundred Slaughter Gold Coins ready."

Seeing the last line, Gongyang Jin’s expression flickered for a moment.

Slaughter Gold Coins?

When she withdrew her gaze from the electronic screen and looked at the Sword Dojo students again, several lines of small text suddenly appeared above each of their heads.

"Sword Dojo Junior Student."

"Fearful, scared."

"Social Relationship: Stranger/Distant/Yearn/Lust"

"Kill Value: 1 Slaughter Gold Coin."

Each Sword Dojo junior student had a spinning gold coin icon above their heads.

On one side, there were two crisscrossed "X"-shaped chains, and on the other, an intricately carved smiling skull filled the entirety of the coin face.

It was the Slaughter Gold Coins circulating in the City of Extreme Evil!

Kill value, does that mean you have to kill to get coins?

The kill value of a Sword Dojo junior student was one coin, based on the rules of the Slaughter Battlefield reminder, every day by midnight you must gather a hundred Slaughter Gold Coins.

As for what would happen if you didn’t collect enough by midnight, the rules didn’t say.

But based on Gongyang Jin’s guess, the likelihood of being erased was high.

Kill? Or not to kill?

It seemed the students across felt the sudden burst of killing intent in Gongyang Jin’s eyes, trembling even more.

"Hey, are you kidding me, wasn’t it said she’s a beauty kendo coach? Why do I feel like she looks like she’s about to kill me?"

"Just say if she’s pretty or not."

"The word ’lust’ has a blade above it, I never thought it would mean a literal blade!"

A few students muttered softly to each other.

As they spoke, Gongyang Jin had already walked past them, heading towards the door.

She ultimately decided not to kill.

The Slaughter Battlefield was not that simple, seven or eight Slaughter Gold Coins wouldn’t quench thirst, instead it could trigger unknown chain reactions, counterproductive.

"Coach!" Suddenly, a student dared to call out to her.

"You haven’t collected the fee for this class yet."

"It’s a total of ten coins." He reached out to Gongyang Jin, and the ten Slaughter Gold Coins in his hand gleamed brightly.