Return to the Federation, Call from the Underworld Emperor

"Hello, uncles."

A little girl, carved from jade and polished like porcelain, greeted each of the War Gods in a childish voice.

When she reached Xie An, the little girl's eyes suddenly brightened a little.

"Big brother, you look so good."

Due to his state of mind, Xie An still maintained the appearance of someone around thirty years old.

Men, after all, age slowly; looking like he was just past thirty was still quite youthful.

Hearing this, Xie An felt a sense of self-satisfaction.

"Little one, what is your name?"

"Yuan'en Yehui."

"What a good girl."

"Little girl, could you show us your Martial Soul? I heard you awakened Twin Martial Souls?"

"Mm."

Yuan'en Yehui unfurled her dark wings and said with some pride, "Pretty, right? I inherited this from my mother's Martial Soul."

Xie An nodded with a smile while using his spiritual power to sense Yuan'en Yehui's Martial Soul.

His spiritual power carefully examined the Fallen Angel, eventually discovering a clue deep within her bloodline.

A dark purple object, somewhat resembling a seed, was hidden deep inside her veins.

This must be the Demon Seed.

Xie An discovered that the Demon Seed was constantly releasing faint amounts of energy, subtly and gradually increasing Yuan'en Yehui's Soul Power Level.

Xie An took the ten Mysterious Water Pills from his pocket and said to Yuan'en Tiandang, "I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything, so please just accept these pills for now."

"Thank you, Hall Master."

After a moment's thought, he conjured a spear-shaped pendant out of thin air and handed it to Yuan'en Yehui.

"What is this?"

A voice filled with confusion rang out.

"It's nothing expensive, just something that can protect you when you are in danger."

Xie An said with a smile.

Little Yehui nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite grasping the meaning.

Confirming that the Demon Plane had not yet given up on the Douluo Plane, a sense of anticipation rose in Xie An's heart.

After little Yehui was led away by Yuan'en Tiandang, Xie An prepared to go see the Dark Phoenix Douluo, who was busy running around in a frenzy.

The Dark Phoenix Douluo was currently communicating with the person in charge of the Yuanen Clan.

A pen was scratching away on paper.

"Reporting to the Hall Master, the relocation matters for the Yuanen Clan have been organized and are awaiting your instructions."

After waiting for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The Dark Phoenix Douluo handed the Yuanen Clan's files to Xie An.

Xie An flipped through the documents; eight Title Douluo plus Yuanen Zhentian, a Limit Douluo, could already be considered extremely powerful.

"Beep-beep."

Guan Yue, the Deputy Hall Master of the War God Temple, looked at his soul guidance communication device.

Why was the Hall Master calling him?

"Old Guan, didn't you complain to me a couple of days ago about not having enough manpower?"

Guan Yue was a bit confused; had he said that?

"Let me tell you, this time I've secured the strength of an entire family for you."

"There is even a Limit Douluo among them."

Guan Yue hadn't been listening very seriously at first, but after a few seconds, he suddenly reacted.

A Limit Douluo?

"Enough talk, enough talk. In short, just clear out a plot of land and buy some property in Ming City."

"That's all for now, we'll discuss the details when I get back."

"Hey, don't hang up."

Guan Yue said urgently.

"Beep."

The call on the other end had already ended.

He tried to call back, but it showed that the other party had already turned off their device.

"Ugh! This guy, why does he always leave his sentences half-finished?"

Guan Yue stomped his foot in frustration.

Xie An looked at the phone in his hand, feeling secretly pleased. Old Guan, oh Old Guan, this will drive you crazy with curiosity.

He couldn't help but start whistling.

"Ring-ring!"

The Soul Tool communication device suddenly rang again. Xie An felt a bit strange; hadn't he just set Vice Temple Master Guan Yue to his blacklist for the day?

Why was someone calling him so soon?

When he saw the name on the device, Xie An's expression shifted.

Why would he be calling me? Xie An looked at the name on the phone, feeling puzzled, but ultimately chose to answer.

"You never visit without a reason; what wind blew you my way, Underworld Emperor?"

The Soul Tool connection opened, and a somewhat gloomy voice emerged from the other end.

"Old stick-in-the-mud, was that aura from earlier your doing?"

Xie An's eyebrows twitched. He thought, as expected of a Child of the Plane, to be able to sense even that.

"What? What disturbance are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean."

"Enough, old stick-in-the-mud, stop playing dumb."

"I just flew a lap around all the major factions."

"Yun Ming is still holed up in his Golden Tree, and that guy Chen Xinjie is obsessing over a ring; you're the only one who wasn't there."

"Only your cultivation level could possibly cause something like this. Tell me, what happened?"

Oh dear, Xie An realized he couldn't keep hiding it. He put away his playful expression and said seriously, "If I don't want to tell you, what can you do about it?"

On the other end of the Soul Tool, the Underworld Emperor's voice grew urgent upon hearing Xie An's admission.

"What did you do? I'm begging you, tell me."

"It couldn't be that you've taken the Holy Spirit Cult's path of proving the Dao through slaughter, could it? Don't tell me you, an old stick-in-the-mud, have finally seen the light?"

Decades ago, Harosa, the Underworld Emperor who had already reached the peak of the Limit Douluo quasi-god realm, accepted a proposal from the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult to pave a path to godhood through slaughter.

Thinking that he shouldn't be the only one to fall into the abyss, Harosa had sought out Xie An, the War God Temple Master.

However, it was a pity that Xie An had rejected the proposal, telling the Underworld Emperor that there was absolutely no hope of success.

Even if it did succeed, heaven watches what men do, and he would surely be punished by the heavens.

Harosa had scoffed at this, believing that since the God Realm had vanished, there was no one left stronger than a Limit Douluo quasi-god.

He had even bestowed the title of "old stick-in-the-mud" upon the War God Temple Master.

"It's not that, but I did find some opportunity for a breakthrough. Perhaps you'd like to come and try it yourself?"

"How about this: I will be returning to the War God Temple from a certain point shortly."

Xie An told the Underworld Emperor his itinerary.

"Beep."

The call ended.

Xie An looked at the phone, thinking, Underworld Emperor, you better give it your all so I can wipe out your Holy Spirit Cult in one fell swoop.

On the other side.

Harosa, the Underworld Emperor, recalled the words of the War God Temple Master and finally made up his mind.

"Harosa, are you saying the War God Temple Master will pass through here?"

The Ghost Emperor looked at Harosa before him, feeling very satisfied.

It wasn't easy; it seemed the Underworld Emperor had finally seen the light.

His Holy Spirit Cult would finally no longer rely on him alone to do all the work.

The Ghost Emperor patted the Underworld Emperor on the shoulder and said approvingly, "Underworld Emperor, well done. I will arrange the ambush; you don't need to intervene in the rest."

"To be able to scout out this intelligence, you must have paid a significant price."

"Are you sure you don't need me to take action?"

Out of courtesy, the Underworld Emperor offered a polite remark.

The Ghost Emperor laughed heartily upon hearing this: "He is just a greenhorn who has only just entered the quasi-god realm."

"There is only one Yun Ming in this world."

"However, if you really want to come, you can watch the battle and provide support from afar."

The Underworld Emperor felt a surge of joy, but kept his face impassive as he said, "I will go prepare. This ambush will surely succeed."

"Good, good, good! Remember to call that little girl, Dark Bell; she's been holding a grudge ever since the last ambush."

"Better not let her go."

"What is it?" Ghost Emperor asked, sounding somewhat surprised.

"That little girl, after all, does not possess the strength of a Limit Douluo."

"Over these past two days, she has even been continuously carving the names War God Temple and Xie An into her arm with a small knife."

Ghost Emperor fell silent for a long moment.

"Forget it, have Blood Demon come see me."