Fierce God

The Ghost Messenger fell silent after saying that, and the surroundings plunged into a deathly quiet, not a sound to be heard.

Zhou Sheng tensed his body, one hand gently reaching for the opera chest while the other took out the Startling Hall Wood from his embrace.

Though a trace of nervousness flickered in his bright eyes, it was overshadowed by a sharper glint born from unknown fear, his focus heightened as if unlocking his deepest potential.

In the unseen depths, his intuition sharpened, like a hunter facing a ferocious beast.

The magic power in his dantian burned like fire, coursing through the liver meridian, crossing the governing vessel, and rushing straight to the spiritual platform!

In an instant, he sensed a hazy figure.

Not ahead, nor behind, but... in the sky?

Looking up, the oppressive pressure was like the sea.

That terrifying aura was like a blazing blood-red sun, traversing the heavens, its light illuminating all directions.

Even through the sedan chair, Zhou Sheng felt breathless, as if crushed by Mount Tai.

Even Yangcheng's City God, Lu Bingyuan, did not possess such a fearsome presence!

I can't fight back!

If I do, I'll surely die!

In that moment, Zhou Sheng abandoned the idea of a direct confrontation, resolving to follow Lu Bingyuan's instructions and absolutely not leave the sedan chair, no matter what.

He hoped the entity would pass by overhead, ignoring him.

However, the next second, he sensed that terrifying figure stop directly above him. Not only that, but it began to descend slowly.

The sedan chair swayed gently.

It seemed the figure was stepping on the roof of the sedan chair, landing right on Zhou Sheng's head.

Thump! Thump!

Zhou Sheng could feel his heart pounding uncontrollably. He held his breath, hoping to leak less of his living yang energy.

But the next two words shattered his hope.

"A living person?"

The voice came from above his head. It was a woman's voice, yet it carried no life, empty and vast, ethereal and faint, imbued with an inexplicable chill.

It sounded as if it came from the waters of the Yellow Springs, sending shivers down his spine.

"Reporting to the divine being, this person is—"

The Ghost Messenger stammered, wanting to explain, but was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Did I ask you?"

In an instant, even through the sedan chair, Zhou Sheng felt a terrifying killing intent surge towards him. The Ghost Messenger trembled all over, daring not to speak further.

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, calming his mind. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he spoke from within the sedan chair.

"I am Zhou Sheng—"

His words were cut short again.

"A living person, are you a Yin walker?"

"...No."

"Are you a ghost matchmaker?"

"No."

"Are you a incense burner?"

"No."

"Are you a Ghost Opera Performer?"

"Yes."

"Have you graduated?"

Zhou Sheng was silent for a moment, then chose to speak the truth.

"Not yet."

This was because, just now, he had used Luoshu to cast a divination. The result indicated that if he uttered even half a lie, he would perish on the spot!

"If that is the case, a living person walking the Yin-Yang Road violates underworld laws. Your soul shall be seized and your life taken."

"Will you do it yourself, or shall I?"

However, after speaking the truth, the other party showed no intention of letting Zhou Sheng go, coldly pronouncing a death sentence.

If it were anyone else, even a Ghost Opera Performer with stronger Dao cultivation, they would likely feel trapped in a desperate situation with no hope of survival.

But Zhou Sheng still had Luoshu. He refused to believe that he was facing a dead end with no chance of survival!

As Luoshu consumed most of its accumulated energy, streaks of golden flames rose, baking the Turtle Shell in his sea of consciousness.

With a faint crisp sound, eight characters flooded into his mind.

"Ghosts and gods are performing, do not leave the sedan chair."

Zhou Sheng's mind flashed like lightning, recalling the instructions given by the City God Lu Bingyuan before he departed.

"As the City God, I do have the authority to escort a living person on the Yin-Yang Road..."

"Remember, until you arrive, do not leave the sedan chair on this journey, nor lift the curtain to look around carelessly..."

So that's how it is!

He finally understood where his chance of survival lay.

The fierce god atop the sedan chair and he were not a chance encounter, but rather... had come prepared!

Its target was very likely him!

It was just that due to the order of the Underworld, it could not directly kill a guest of the City God, because, as Duke Lu had said, the City God himself had the authority to escort a living person on the Yin-Yang Road.

Unless that guest of the City God... made a mistake first.

For example, deceiving ghosts and gods.

Its voice, filled with immense pressure, was actually hoping he would lie, so that it would have a reason to kill him.

Understanding the crux of the matter, Zhou Sheng did not relax in the slightest. Instead, his spirit tensed even further, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Why would a high and mighty fierce god want to kill him?

The only thing he could think of was Shen Jinhua's case, the three words "Shore Flower" that Lu Bingyuan had mentioned.

Silencing him!

Could the one standing on top of the sedan chair right now... be the mastermind that even City God Duke Lu feared?

"Do not delay. Although you have not yet graduated, you do have some connection with my underworld, which is why you have the opportunity to take your own life. If I have to do it myself, it will be considered resisting arrest."

"At that time, when the Underworld judges your crimes and the magistrate determines your sentence, your sin will be compounded. The taste of the eighteen layers of hell... is not pleasant."

Seeing that Zhou Sheng remained silent, it spoke again, this time with a threat.

Immense pressure washed over him. The ferocity of the other party was so overwhelming that even when Zhou Sheng played Marquis Huan, he was nowhere near this level.

"Although I have not yet graduated, this journey is guaranteed by the City God, I am traveling in an official sedan chair, and guided by a Ghost Messenger. What crime have I committed?"

Zhou Sheng spoke, his voice completely calm again, neither subservient nor arrogant.

"Heh? You think a mere City God of Yangcheng can protect you?"

A hint of anger could be heard in its voice. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, causing the entire sedan chair to sway violently, like a small boat in rough seas.

Zhou Sheng, however, remained as steady as Jiang Taigong fishing from his boat.

"The City God of Yangcheng may not be able to protect me, but the laws of the Underworld can!"

"Esteemed deity... you are a deity of the Underworld. If you wish to claim my soul and pass judgment, please state what crime I, Zhou Sheng, have actually committed."

Such a strong rebuttal made the Ghost Messenger beside him tremble, breaking out in a cold sweat.

But strangely, the fierce god's ferocity actually calmed down.

It was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"As expected of someone favored by Lu Bingyuan, you have some courage. Very well, come out and pay your respects, and I will be lenient and not pursue this matter further."

Zhou Sheng did not respond for a long time.

The other party was still playing games!

"What, the so-called young hero doesn't even have the courage to step out of the sedan chair to meet me?"

"Indeed, I do not. Moreover, I am not confident in my appearance and fear I might startle you, Esteemed Deity."

"Heh, you living person are quite amusing."

"Since you refuse to come down and meet me, then..."

Its tone shifted, with a hint of mockery.

"I will go up and meet you."

Boom!

The howling netherwind directly blew open the sedan curtain, and an incredibly terrifying and chilling aura rushed into the sedan. Amidst dazzling blood-red divine radiance, a figure flickered in and out of sight.

A pale, slender hand gently brushed across Zhou Sheng's face, leaving a bloody scratch. Drops of blood already stained its sharp fingernails.

"Such a handsome face, yet you say you fear startling me. Who gave you the audacity..."

It whispered into Zhou Sheng's ear, a strange floral scent permeating the sedan.

"To dare deceive ghosts and gods?"

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