Daughter, Don't Be Scared! I'll Go Get Them!

Master Tongtian sat cross-legged on the futon for a long time, finally letting out a long sigh.

He prayed that Houtu was still asleep or in a good mood today, and wouldn't bother with a mere child.

"Forget it, out of sight, out of mind."

He simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.

But his Divine Sense involuntarily and stealthily probed in the direction of the Nether Blood Sea.

He had to keep an eye on it.

What if something truly catastrophic happened, he might... be able to collect his Daughter's corpse?

Bah, bah, bah!

Master Tongtian quickly banished the inauspicious thought from his mind.

Xiruan and Wudang Holy Mother soon arrived in a gray, hazy world.

The sky here was eternally gray, with no sun, moon, or stars.

The ground was covered in dark red soil, barren and lifeless, permeated with a chilling, dead aura.

Countless illusory shadows drifted through the air, all of them homeless, wandering spirits. Their faces were numb, their eyes vacant.

"Senior, this is the Netherworld."

Wudang Holy Mother's expression turned solemn. "The massive pass ahead is the Ghost Gate, the boundary between the Yin and Yang realms."

Xiruan curiously observed her surroundings.

"This place is so run-down. Even Old Uncle Wang's house in our village, the poorest one, is more impressive than this."

She looked at the drifting ghosts, her eyes filled with pity.

"They look so hungry, isn't anyone feeding them?"

Wudang Holy Mother's mouth twitched as she explained, "They are no longer living beings and do not need to eat."

"They are waiting for the guidance of the ghost messengers to report to the Underworld."

"Oh, so they're lining up for a job interview." Xiruan suddenly understood. "This black-hearted company is too stingy to even prepare a waiting room for its employees!"

As they spoke, the two arrived before the majestic Ghost Gate.

The pass towered into the clouds, entirely black, with two blood-red characters carved on it: Ghost Gate.

A chilling Yin energy rushed out from within, enough to freeze the minds of any Great Being below the Golden Immortal level.

Two rows of Ghost Generals, armed and armored, stood before the gate. Each had a green face and fangs, exuding a palpable killing intent.

"Who goes there! This is a sacred place of the Underworld, mortals halt!" one Ghost General stepped forward and shouted sternly.

Wudang Holy Mother immediately shielded Xiruan behind her and prepared to force her way through with her magical treasure.

Xiruan, however, pulled her aside. She tilted her small head and looked up at the Ghost General, who was dozens of times taller than her.

"I'm here to collect a debt! Get your boss out here to see me!"

The Ghost General was stunned for a moment, then erupted into boisterous laughter with the other Ghost Generals.

"Hahahaha! Collect a debt? A little kid comes to the Ghost Gate to collect a debt?"

"Whose child is this? Are you lost? Go home and drink your milk!"

They didn't take Xiruan seriously at all.

In their eyes, she was merely a human child who had stumbled into the Netherworld, unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth.

"You're not allowed to laugh!" Xiruan got angry. "If you laugh again, I'll beat you!"

"Oh? Feisty, aren't we!" The leading Ghost General laughed even harder. "Little thing, do you know where you are?"

"I have guarded this place for a hundred thousand years, and I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you! Guards, throw her out!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, two ghost soldiers stepped forward to grab Xiruan.

"Hmph!"

Xiruan snorted coldly and tapped her Chaos Baby Bottle on the ground.

"Dong!"

Centered on where the Baby Bottle landed, a visible crack instantly spread across the entire plaza in front of the Ghost Gate!

Following that, an indescribable, terrifying power erupted!

"Rumble--!"

The entire Ghost Gate began to shake violently. The Ghost Generals and soldiers who had been laughing lost their footing, stumbling and falling.

"Wh-what's happening?!"

"Is it an earthquake?!"

All the ghosts were stunned.

They hadn't even processed what happened.

Xiruan hoisted the Baby Bottle and, with her short legs, charged towards the two stunned ghost soldiers.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two dull thuds.

The ghost soldiers, several yards tall, were smashed into two clouds of black smoke and dissipated into the air before they could even scream.

All the Ghost Generals' laughter caught in their throats, their expressions like they'd seen a ghost... oh no, they were ghosts themselves.

They stared blankly at the tiny figure carrying the giant Baby Bottle, a chill shooting straight to their foreheads.

What... what kind of monster was this?!

"Now, does anyone else want to laugh?" Xiruan asked, carrying the Baby Bottle and surveying the surroundings.

Silence.

All the Ghost Generals shook their heads like rattles, their faces filled with terror.

"I'll say it again," Xiruan cleared her throat. "I'm here to collect a debt, and also to find our employee."

"Are you going to open the gate and let me in yourselves, or... should I tear down the gate along with all of you?"

The leading Ghost General looked at the Baby Bottle flickering with Chaotic Ghostly Light, remembered his two subordinates who had gone cold, and swallowed hard.

"O-open the gate!" he roared with all his might. "Quick! Quickly open the gate for this... this young lady!"

At the Ghost Gate guard's command, the incredibly heavy, massive gate slowly swung inward.

"My lady, please... please come in."

The Ghost General offered Xiruan a fawning smile that was uglier than crying.

"Hmph, it would have been better if you did this earlier," Xiruan snorted triumphantly and swaggered in first.

Wudang Holy Mother followed closely behind. She looked at the Ghost Generals who had been so arrogant moments before, her heart filled with emotion.

This was power!

In the face of absolute power, all rules were scraps of paper.

The two passed through the Ghost Gate, and the scene before them opened up.

A yellow dirt road, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Beside the road bloomed vast expanses of strangely red flowers, with blossoms but no leaves, leaves but no blossoms, like blood, like fire.

"Senior, this is the Yellow Spring Road, and the flowers by the roadside are called the Flower of the Other Shore," Wudang Holy Mother explained.

"Oh, the Yellow Spring Road," Xiruan nodded. "That name doesn't sound auspicious. And these flowers are as red as blood, not pretty."

With such a poor environment, the employee benefits surely couldn't be good.

The two continued along the Yellow Spring Road.

On the way, they encountered more and more ghosts walking in long, numb queues.

Occasionally, a few ghosts, unwilling to move on due to lingering obsessions, would immediately be confronted by two figures, one black and one white, appearing like Beguilers, wielding their chains to forcibly drag the ghosts away.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout made the two figures halt.

The renowned Soul Snatching Messengers of the underworld—Black and White Impermanence—turned their heads in unison, saw Xiruan and Wudang Holy Mother, and frowned simultaneously.

"What living being dares to trespass on the Yellow Spring Road?" White Impermanence's voice was sharp and chilling.

"Leave quickly, or under the Soul Snatching Chain, there's no distinction between living souls and dead ghosts!" Black Impermanence's voice was rough and fierce.

Wudang Holy Mother immediately became vigilant.

Although Black and White Impermanence were only Ghost Commanders, their combined strength was comparable to a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

What was most feared were the Soul Snatching Chains in their hands, malevolent magical treasures specifically designed to counter Primordial Spirits.

Xiruan curiously observed the two celebrity employees of the underworld before her.

First, she looked at White Impermanence.

White Impermanence wore a white robe and a tall white hat inscribed with the words "See Wealth at a Glance."

His face was as white as paper, his tongue sticking out extremely long, making him look somewhat comical.

"Huh? Why is this ghost so pale?"

Xiruan asked curiously, "Are you sick? Grandma Li from our village had a face this pale when she was sick."

White Impermanence: "..."

He, the dignified Lord Seventh, Fan Wujiu, a prominent figure in the Underworld, had never been addressed in such a tone before.

Xiruan then turned to look at Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence, clad in a black robe and a black hat inscribed with "Peace Under Heaven," had a fierce face and dark skin. He held a black iron chain in his hand.

"You're quite dark," Xiruan nodded. "But you're not as dark as our village chief's guard dog. That dog is so black it shines!"

Black Impermanence: "..."

He, the Eighth Master Xie Bian, felt his ghostly existence had suffered an unprecedented insult.

"Bold demon! How dare you spout nonsense here and insult my brother and me!"

Black Impermanence flew into a rage, swinging his Crying Stick at Xiruan.

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