"I believe Senior will also carefully assess our strength and assign us tasks accordingly."
Ge Qing truly did not recognize the underworld's official script, but with the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as he had seen the character and knew its meaning, he could immediately understand it.
"That's true."
Tang Ke patted his shoulder and said with a sigh, "You really are a clever man."
Then he calculated, "Forget the seventy-thirty split. Let's make it fifty-fifty. I won't take those three hundred merit points either."
"Many thanks, Senior."
"You've caught a good time. The Underworld's Ghost Gate Pass has opened a route to Northern Reed. Going there now is like picking up merit points with a sack."
"Northern Reed?"
Ge Qing cupped his hands in confusion. "I ask Senior to explain the divisions of the upper realm."
"There are five lands under heaven. The most prosperous is Central Earth, where ten thousand sects stand in forests and every faction fights to claim a foothold. Then there is Western Heaven, held by the Buddhist sects; Southern Lands, controlled by the Daoist sects; Eastern Wasteland, dominated by the Mystical Gate; and Northern Reed, which is barbaric wilderness, where the former divine path has curled up and lingered on its last breath..."
"Come on, we'll talk as we walk."
"Where are we going?"
"This is the underworld emissaries' hall for selecting and submitting missions. There must also be a treasure vault, an armory, a weapons depot..."
"We need to get you a proper set of gear. You'll need spirit treasures too."
"As an underworld emissary, how can you lack a soul-hooking chain, a soul-dispersing club, and a soul-binding cangue?"
"..."
"Which land does our Underworld belong to?" Ge Qing asked, half-understanding.
"The Underworld belongs to none of the five lands.