Ancestor Minghe's Flattery-This Debt of Karma Is Too Great for You to Repay, Brother Minghe!

"Hahahaha! Little friend Qingyuan, it delights this old man to have you visit his dojo!"

"Martial Uncle Minghe, you're too kind. It's my good fortune to visit your treasured domain. If I didn't have to look after the Kunlun Immortal Market, I'd love to stay when I had the chance. What a pity to leave such a place blessed by heaven!"

"Oh? Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan thinks this place is good too? Outsiders only look down on the Netherworld Sea of Blood because they have no eye for its virtues. I've always thought it was a fine place!"

"Good, good! You have a fine eye. If you don't mind, Nephew-Disciple Qingyuan, how about I call you my little brother?"

"Big brother, I couldn't ask for more..."

In a vast palace at the bottom of the Blood Sea.

Qingyuan and Ancestor Minghe walked ahead, chatting with broad smiles.

As they talked, they even threw their arms around each other's shoulders.

They had started calling each other brothers.

The sight filled Kong Xuan, who followed behind, with disgust.

Birds of a feather. Hah!

One was the lord of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, a killer as savage as he was ruthless. The other had unleashed slaughter above the Sturgeon River, letting his demonic banner run wild. No wonder the two got along!

"Come, Brother Qingyuan. You're the first person ever to visit my dojo in the Netherworld Sea of Blood!"

Ancestor Minghe could not help sighing.

No fish or shrimp thrived in the Netherworld Sea of Blood, and no birds or insects came near. It was poorer and colder than the Western Land, with conditions countless times harsher.

As far as the eye could see,

there were Lost Souls and nothing else.

Not even Daoist Zhunti, who sometimes snuck east to guide people westward,