Storming the Underworld! King Yama, Come Collect Your Salary!

"You're the demons!" Xiruan retorted, unwilling to be outdone. "In broad daylight... oh no, under the bright heavens, you're forcibly abducting people!"

"This is kidnapping! It's illegal!"

As she spoke, she raised her Chaos Baby Bottle.

"In the name of the moon... in the name of my dad, I'll destroy you!"

"Seeking death!"

Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

White Impermanence's Soul-Hooking Rope transformed into a venomous white snake, targeting the Primordial Spirit.

Black Impermanence's Mourning Stick, imbued with immense power, struck directly at the physical body.

The two cooperated seamlessly, one targeting the ethereal, the other the corporeal. Even a quasi-saint Great Being would have to evade such an attack.

"Fighting numbers?"

Xiruan pouted, tossing the Zhuxian Formation Diagram she held into the sky.

"Come out! My four big bodyguards!"

Bzzzz--!

The Zhuxian Formation Diagram instantly unfurled, transforming into a blood-red world that enveloped a hundred-mile radius.

Four immortal swords, radiating immense killing intent, flew out from the formation diagram and hovered in the four cardinal directions.

These were the Four Swords of Immortal Execution!

Terrifying sword energy instantly filled the entire Yellow Springs Road.

The attacks of Black and White Impermanence were disintegrated the moment they touched this sword energy.

The two of them were struck as if by lightning, their ghostly bodies instantly becoming ethereal under the onslaught of the invisible sword energy.

"This... this is... the Zhuxian Sword formation?!"

White Impermanence's voice trembled as he looked at the four familiar immortal swords.

"Master Tongtian?! You... weren't you imprisoned in Zixiao Palace?!" Black Impermanence was utterly terrified.

As old ghosts who had experienced the War of Investiture of the Gods, how could they not recognize the fame of the number one killing formation in the Primal Wilderness?

Back then, only by the combined efforts of four Saints was it barely broken.

Now, this killing formation had appeared in the Underworld!

And the one controlling it was a Baby who looked only three and a half years old?!

"What immortal pigs or cows, I don't know." Xiruan didn't understand what they were saying at all.

With a wave of her small hand, she commanded the Four Swords of Immortal Execution.

"Go! Tie up these two bad guys for me!"

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Four streaks of sword light flashed.

Black and White Impermanence were instantly bound tightly by four sharp sword energies, unable to move.

The sword energy hovered at their necks; with just a thought from Xiruan, their souls could be scattered on the spot, with no chance of reincarnation.

"Spare us, Granny! Spare us, Saintess!"

Black and White Impermanence completely caved, hastily begging for mercy.

"Hmph! Scared now?" Xiruan walked up to them, tilting her small face up proudly.

"I'm asking you, where is the ghost you just captured? Why did you capture him?"

"R-replying to the Saintess." White Impermanence stammered, "That ghost had too deep a fixation and refused to cross the Naihe Bridge. We... we were just escorting him to the City of the Wrongfully Dead according to the rules..."

"City of the Wrongfully Dead?" Xiruan's eyes lit up at the name. "Are lots and lots of my dad's company employees locked up there?"

"Th-this little one doesn't know."

"Don't know?" Xiruan thrust the Baby Bottle forward. "Then I'll beat you until you know!"

"No, no, no!" Black Impermanence was so scared he almost wet himself. "Granny, the City of the Wrongfully Dead is under the jurisdiction of King Qin Guang. You... you go ask him, he'll definitely know!"

"King Qin Guang?" Xiruan nodded. "Okay, take me to him!"

"Now, you two lead the way!"

Under the escort of the Four Swords of Immortal Execution, Black and White Impermanence no longer dared to resist. They hung their heads and obediently led the way.

They lamented their misfortune internally.

What kind of situation was this?

They had just come out to capture a soul, and they had provoked such a troublesome little ancestor.

What was the origin of this Sha star?

Not only did she have the Zhuxian Sword formation, but the Baby Bottle in her hand also looked extremely sinister.

The most crucial part was that she kept claiming to be Master Tongtian's daughter.

When did Master Tongtian ever have a daughter?

Could it be that Saint, being confined, had nothing better to do and just... created one herself?

Lost in thought, the two of them, along with Xiruan and Wudang Holy Mother, soon reached the end of the Yellow Springs Road.

A massive stone bridge appeared before them.

Beneath the bridge surged a turbulent, blood-yellow river, where countless wailing souls bobbed and sank, emitting a foul stench.

On the bridge, an old woman was distributing bowls of steaming soup to the passing ghosts.

"Senior, this is the Naihe Bridge, the river below is the Wangchuan River, and that old woman is Meng Po," Wudang Holy Mother explained softly from the side. "After drinking her Meng Po soup, one forgets all past grievances and re-enters the cycle of reincarnation."

"Oh, so she's like the cafeteria auntie at the company," Xiruan nodded. "This soup doesn't smell very good, though." She didn't want to forget her Daddy, so she definitely wasn't drinking that stuff.

The group walked onto the Naihe Bridge.

Meng Po glanced up at them, said nothing, and then lowered her head to continue ladling soup. She seemed indifferent to everything.

Beyond the Naihe Bridge lay a vast city. Three large characters were inscribed on the city gate: Fengdu City.

Entering the city, they found streets crisscrossing, with shadows of ghosts everywhere. It was a clear replica of a city in the living world, only everything here felt somber and oppressive.

Led by the Black and White Impermanence, they arrived before a magnificent palace. The palace was entirely black, and at the entrance stood a plaque for the First Hall. Above the plaque hung an ancient, rustic mirror, its light dim and seemingly capable of piercing the human heart.

"Grand Auntie, this is King Qin Guang's Yanluo Palace," White Impermanence said cautiously, pointing to the hall.

"Mm, you two can scram now," Xiruan waved them away.

"Thank you, Grand Auntie! Thank you, Saintess!"

As if granted a great pardon, the Black and White Impermanence turned into two wisps of smoke and vanished without a trace. They had to hurry and report to the Ten Yama Kings and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva! If the sky were to fall, the taller ones would have to bear it!

Xiruan surveyed the Yanluo Palace before her and pouted. "It's all black and dreary, no taste at all. Monster must be a black-hearted company." With that, she took a deep breath, opened her lungs, and roared towards the palace: "King Yama! Your company is illegally detaining employees! Come out and settle the wages—now!"

Her voice, like rolling thunder, instantly spread throughout the First Hall, even reaching the deeper halls.

Inside the palace.

King Qin Guang sat at his desk, adjudicating the ghosts brought in that day. Judge stood by, flipping through the Book of Life and Death, while Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood guard on either side, imposing and majestic.

Suddenly hearing the earth-shattering shout from outside, all the gods and ghosts were stunned. King Qin Guang's hand trembled, nearly dropping the gavel.

"Who?!" "Who is making such a racket outside?!" he roared in fury. This was Yanluo Palace, a place of solemnity where all ghosts were judged and reincarnation was governed. How dare someone shout so brazenly outside the hall? And... ask him to settle wages? Settle what wages?!

"Guards! Bring that ignorant fool outside to me!" King Qin Guang commanded.

"Yes!" Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately took the order, brandishing their steel forks and charging out with imposing might.

They had just reached the entrance when...

"BANG--!"

The grand doors of Yanluo Palace, carved with restrictive runes, were kicked open from the outside! Amidst flying wood chips, a Baby with Pigtails, wearing a Red Bib, carrying a Baby Bottle larger than itself, appeared in the doorway against the light. Behind her followed a female immortal with a sharp aura.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stared at the tiny figure before them, completely dumbfounded.

Was that her shouting just now?

And she kicked down the door of Yanluo Palace?

"Are you two the boss's secretaries?" Xiruan asked Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

One Ox-Head, one human body.

One Horse-Face, one human body.

They really looked peculiar.

"Audacious Demon..."

Ox-Head was about to reprimand her.

But Xiruan was already impatient.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the path!"

She swung Baby Bottle left and right.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Ox-Head and Horse-Face, two ghost marshals who had lorded over the underworld for countless years, were smashed into the wall by one person and one Baby Bottle.

They were stuck fast.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

King Qin Guang and Judge stared blankly at the two human-shaped craters on the wall, then at Baby walking into the hall.

They felt their worldview had been profoundly shaken.

"You... who exactly are you?" King Qin Guang's voice trembled slightly.

"I'll say it again."

Xiruan angrily threw Baby Bottle onto the ground, shaking the entire Yanluo Palace three times.

Hands on her hips, she issued an ultimatum to King Qin Guang.

"I, Xiruan, Tongtian's daughter, am here to collect a debt!"

"Immediately! Right now! Hand over all the employees of my dad's company!"

"And while you're at it, calculate all their wages, bonuses, overtime pay, and compensation for emotional distress during their detention!"

"If even a single cent is missing, I'll shut down this rotten company of yours today!"

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