After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran was unaware of the gossip circulating outside. She was now standing at the threshold of death, covered in blood, her long sword trembling slightly, the blood dripping from its tip blooming into dazzling flowers on the ground.

Her breathing was heavy, and her vision was blurry.

Just now, she made a very dangerous decision, which was to step directly into the gates of death.

Because the Death Gate offers the chance to leap to the fiftieth floor, but it also comes with risks. After all, no one knows what lies behind the Death Gate, and reaching the fiftieth floor is only a 10% possibility; one might even be sent elsewhere.

After all, this place is full of secret passages and mechanisms, which are intricate and varied in form. It's hard to say whether you can reach your destination, and you might even die inside if you're not careful.

Fang Xiaoran had no choice. With only three hours left, she was still hovering on the forty-seventh floor, which meant she had no chance of reaching the fiftieth floor. Therefore, she had to take a gamble.

Although she believed in Jiu Yuan and Yin He, she believed in herself more than in others.

Of course, she wasn't being reckless; she had prepared in advance.

Although the Gate of Death was dangerous, she had already figured out its patterns.

No matter how complex this place is, the operation of the mechanisms follows certain patterns. Although she cannot control other people, she may be able to control the corpses.

Especially on the forty-seventh floor, she killed too many death row inmates, and with a little use of the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, she could make these corpses work for her.

Each floor has more than one dead door. These dead doors seem to be unconnected, but in fact, the mechanisms work in the same way. Fang Xiaoran used the Gu Spirit Secret Technique to control the corpses to enter the dead doors, using the corpses to explore the way, and forcibly tore open a bloody path in the desperate situation.

Using this method, she eliminated all the most dangerous death gates from the first to the forty-ninth floor, leaving only two death gates: one leading to the fiftieth floor, and the other a deadly path.

Fang Xiaoran wasn't actually that lucky; she entered the Path of Despair and nearly died inside.

In the short span of an incense stick's time, she faced numerous perilous situations and was on the verge of death. If she had made even the slightest mistake, there would have been no chance of survival.

This was the first time in many years that she had encountered such a desperate situation. She was covered in wounds, her inner strength was almost completely exhausted, and she had multiple serious injuries. Even after using the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, she was still seriously injured and almost failed to escape from the gates of death.

Fortunately, she was experienced and managed to pull through. The incense had burned out but she survived. Although she was on the verge of death, she had indeed grasped the only possibility of survival.

After emerging from the Gate of Death, she sat in meditation to recover, not daring to proceed rashly.

Meng Po is renowned, and unless one is at their peak, even if one reaches the fiftieth floor, they cannot challenge Meng Po, which means that reaching the fiftieth floor is meaningless.

Since no one had ever been able to reach this level before, little was known about Meng Po; only her title was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

An hour later, Fang Xiaoran opened her eyes, took out two pills and swallowed them.

At the same time, apply wound medicine to help yourself recover to a better condition as much as possible.

This risky journey was indeed dangerous, but fortunately she got here as she wished. To achieve this, she must defeat Meng Po.

The fiftieth floor is different from the other floors. There are no death row inmates here, and only one path leading forward. Presumably, Meng Po is waiting for her at the end of the passage.

Fang Xiaoran's eyes darkened slightly as she stood up and walked into the passageway.

The road wasn't very long, and she walked with exceptional determination with every step. Faintly, a dazzling light shone through the light curtain, leading her to a boudoir.

The room was elegantly furnished, with the aroma of incense wafting through the air.

In front of the dressing table sat a woman dressed in red and wearing a phoenix crown, drawing her eyebrows with a brush.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around, revealing a face that Fang Xiaoran was extremely familiar with.

"You've arrived." The woman chuckled softly, but her voice was as hoarse as that of a centenarian. "I've been waiting for you."

Fang Xiaoran's pupils contracted sharply, her sword already drawn three-tenths of its sheath: "Jiamu, what are you doing here?"

This face is exactly the same as Jia Mu's. Fang Xiaoran had just seen her not long ago, and Jia Mu's face was indeed striking and unforgettable. She never expected to meet her here.

Shouldn't Jia Mu be a living corpse? How could someone whose aura is so weak that it's almost imperceptible, and who can only barely maintain his life with the help of Gu poison, get here? Is it an illusion?

As a doctor, she would never make a wrong judgment. So the person in front of her might not be Jia Mu, but he definitely had an unusual connection with Jia Mu.

Therefore, Fang Xiaoran blurted out that regardless of whether she was Jia Mu or not, as long as she called out her name, she could test her.

Sure enough, upon hearing the name, the woman in red paused, a hint of melancholy appearing on her beautiful face. She put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand and calmly looked at Fang Xiaoran. "You know her?"

"I've met her. What's your relationship with her?" Fang Xiaoran's expression was indifferent, but she had already gripped the long sword in her hand tightly. This long sword was called Silver Serpent. It was a soft sword that could be wrapped around the waist. She didn't need it for the first few levels, but she had to take it out in times of crisis.

Compared to short blades and hidden weapons, her swordsmanship is quite advanced.

"What do you think?" The woman smiled gently, waved her delicate hand, and the candlelight in the room flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. Her figure also approached Fang Xiaoran eerily, and with a turn of her eyebrow pencil, it turned into a cold light that struck.

The vermilion and gold-painted eyebrow pencil drew a scarlet trajectory in the air, and the tip of the pencil even had a blood-red sharpness, like a poisonous needle piercing straight into Fang Xiaoran's brow!

"Ding--"

The sword blade collided with the eyebrow pencil, sparks flying.

Fang Xiaoran felt a sudden weight on her wrist, realizing that the seemingly fragile pen was incredibly heavy, making her hand go numb.

With a light laugh, the woman twirled the eyebrow pencil between her fingers, then suddenly swept it horizontally. Fang Xiaoran leaned back to dodge, and the sword blade followed suit, but the woman blocked it with the pencil handle.

"That's quite a bit of strength," the woman chuckled.

"You and Jiamu are twins." Fang Xiaoran avoided direct confrontation, her voice calm yet tinged with a hint of coldness.

Upon hearing this, the woman's smile widened. "Yes, so what? Do you expect me to let you off the hook for Jia Mu's sake? The Netherworld Path has its own rules. Since you've joined the trial, you must follow them."

The pen tip and the sword blade collided in the gap, sparks flying. The woman's eyebrow pencil moves were tricky, targeting acupoints, while Fang Xiaoran's swordplay was fierce, each move deadly.

During the exchange, Fang Xiaoran chuckled and said, "I just didn't expect to meet someone here who looks so much like Jia Mu."

"I never expected to encounter the swordsmanship of an old friend. Tell me, what is your relationship with Mo Wen?"

When she spoke, her tone became noticeably sharper, and her moves became increasingly ruthless and unique. If Fang Xiaoran hadn't been so experienced, her single stroke of the brush in mid-air would have been enough to seriously injure someone.

Fang Xiaoran never expected to hear her master's name from her. She was unfamiliar with this name and had never heard her master mention it before. If Yinhe hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known her master's name at all.

"Answer me." The woman's voice suddenly rose, and a gold hairpin slid from her sleeve into her palm. The eyebrow pencil in her hand intertwined with the gold hairpin, and her moves suddenly became extremely fierce.

The brush tip sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, leaving behind golden afterimages in the air, each strike aimed directly at the vital points.