Wow! What a Huge Slide!

Xiruan and Holy Mother Wudang made their way through Fengdu City without encountering any obstacles and soon headed deeper into the underworld.

The farther they went, the heavier the yin energy and resentment in the air became.

The scenery around them grew more and more terrifying.

Jagged rocks, dried-up rivers of blood, and countless evil ghosts chained up and wailing mournfully.

Xiruan looked this way and that, her face full of curiosity.

"Wow, that ghost's tongue is so long! It can wrap around his neck three times!"

"Hey, that person has a hole in his stomach. His intestines are spilling out. That's so gross."

"Why doesn't that person up ahead have a head? Did he forget it at home?"

As she walked, she commented on the sights around her like a curious little kid.

King Qin Guang listened with his heart pounding and cold sweat pouring down his back.

Auntie, that's Tongue-Pulling Hell!

That one's the Gutting Hell!

The one up ahead is the Beheading Hell!

These were places of cruel punishment for the most depraved sinners in the mortal world. Why were you talking about them as if you were strolling through a market?!

He was increasingly convinced that Little Ancestor's thought process was on a completely different wavelength from that of normal living beings.

Holy Mother Wudang dutifully explained everything to her.

"Senior, what you're seeing is all hypocritical talk from the Western Religious Sect and the Chan Sect."

"They imprison these poor souls here, claiming it's to cleanse them of their sins, but in truth, they're harvesting their resentment to cultivate!"

"Oh, I see." Xiruan suddenly understood. "So they're all temp workers exploited by a heartless factory?"

"Even worse off than the full-time workers at our place."

King Qin Guang: "..."

Please, I'm begging you two to stop talking.

I feel like the two of you are about to shatter my entire worldview.

The group soon arrived in front of a vast mountain range wreathed in black energy.

The entire range was made of razor-sharp blades that gleamed with cold light and surged with baleful energy.

Countless naked ghosts were being driven by ghost guards to climb the mountain, screaming as they went.

With every step they took, countless deep, bloody gashes opened on their bodies, exposing bone. The sight was gruesome.

"This is Knife Mountain Hell," King Qin Guang introduced in a trembling voice.

"Wow! What a huge slide!" Xiruan exclaimed cheerfully when she saw the mountain of blades.

It was so big, so steep, and so shiny. Sliding down it had to be thrilling!

King Qin Guang stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face.

A... a slide?

Auntie, you call that a slide?!

Those were genuine blades of magical treasure quality! Even a Da Luo Golden Immortal would have a layer of skin scraped off by them!

Before he could stop her,

Xiruan had already let go of Holy Mother Wudang's hand and rushed toward the mountain of blades.

King Qin Guang was so scared his heart nearly stopped.

It was over!

If Little Ancestor died here, wouldn't Master Tongtian flatten the entire underworld?

As he watched in horror,

Xiruan had already reached the foot of the mountain. She leaped straight up to its halfway point.

She picked a blade that looked relatively smooth and plopped herself down on it.

King Qin Guang's heart leaped into his throat.

Sitting on the razor-sharp blade, Xiruan even adjusted her position.

The red bib she wore beneath her looked perfectly ordinary, yet it hadn't gotten so much as a scratch.

Instead, the blade—made from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron—had been ground down where it touched the bib, leaving a distinct dent.

"Mm, this is a good spot."

Xiruan nodded in satisfaction and kicked off with her legs.

"Here I go—!"

With a joyful cry, she slid down the steep mountainside of blades!

"Scrrrrrape—!"

A deafening series of metallic scraping sounds rang throughout Knife Mountain Hell.

Sparks flew everywhere!

Her tiny figure streaked across the mountainside, made of countless blades, leaving a brilliant trail of sparks behind her!

Everywhere she passed, the razor-sharp blades were ground flat as easily as fragile tofu!

The evil ghosts struggling up the mountain and the ghost guards overseeing their punishment were all dumbfounded.

They stared with their mouths agape, forgetting to scream and forgetting to swing their whips.

W-What was going on?

Someone... was sliding down the mountain of blades?

And judging by how happy she looked, was it actually fun?

Xiruan slid all the way to the foot of the mountain and landed steadily on the ground. She stood up, patted her little bottom, and beamed with excitement.

"That was fun! So much fun!"

Still wanting more, she glanced back at the mountain of blades she'd just remodeled, then turned to King Qin Guang.

"Hey, you in black! Do you have anything else fun around here? Maybe a sea of fire or something? I want to go swimming!"

King Qin Guang: "..."

He opened his mouth and pointed at the "smooth, broad avenue" she'd carved through the mountain. His finger trembled violently.

That was Knife Mountain!

One of the most severe punishment grounds among the Eighteen Levels of Hell!

And she'd just... treated it like a playground?

And broken it, too?

If Her Majesty found out and punished him, wouldn't he, chief of the Ten Yama Kings, be the first one struck down?

"There... there is..."

King Qin Guang nodded mechanically, on the verge of tears.

"Up ahead... up ahead is Sea of Fire Hell..."

"Great!" Xiruan cheered. "Hurry up! Let's go swimming!"

Soon, an endless sea of fire appeared before them.

The flames weren't Mortal Fire. They were Netherworld Ghost Fire, which could burn souls. They burned so fiercely that even the void could be set ablaze.

Countless ghosts bobbed in the sea of fire, letting out mournful screams.

"Wow! What a huge swimming pool!"

Xiruan was even more excited by the sea of fire than she'd been by the mountain of blades.

She kicked off her little shoes, revealing her pale, tender feet, and dove straight into the sea of fire without a second thought!

"Splash!"

A towering wave of flames burst upward.

King Qin Guang rolled his eyes and nearly fainted on the spot.

It was over, it was over. This time, it really was over!

Swimming in Netherworld Ghost Fire? Even a quasi-sage wouldn't dare do something like that!

Little Ancestor was definitely going to die!

However, the next second,

a little furry head popped up from the sea of fire.

Xiruan wiped the water from her face, waved at the two people on the shore, and called out happily:

"Auntie! King Qin Guang! Hurry and come down! The water's just the right temperature!"

"It feels so nice!"