Underworld Son

Ning Chen was more conflicted than ever. He had suffered so much, been so cruelly tricked, and almost died trapped in an illusion. Now, he finally saw a treasure right before his eyes, but he couldn't take it.

This torment drove him mad, as if someone had stabbed him and was now trying to pull the knife out too.

"Huff..."

The Little White Horse let out a heavy breath, its entire body flushed red as if it had been boiled. Ning Chen was annoyed and had no time to pay attention to it.

"Ding!"

A bell rang. Outside the gates of the Underworld Netherworld, an Underworld Ghost Carriage appeared. Black and White Impermanence leaped ten zhang forward, quickly approaching.

A chill ran through Ning Chen. He made a snap decision, grabbing the Little White Horse and leaving. He didn't know who was in the ghost carriage, but he certainly couldn't handle Ox-Head and Horse-Face or Black and White Impermanence yet.

One moment of impulsiveness was enough; he couldn't go looking for trouble again.

The main hall of the Underworld Netherworld was vast. Behind the altar was a blood pool ten zhang in diameter. The blood pool was dry, but the lingering stench of blood was nauseating.

After entering the hall, the Underworld Ghost Carriage stopped before the altar. A pair of icy eyes from within the carriage gazed at the Demonic Blade and Divine Sword on the altar. A series of eerie incantations were uttered, intending to reclaim the two divine weapons.

The Demonic Blade trembled slightly, emitting a dazzling crimson light, about to fly out. But then, the Divine Sword flared with brilliant purple light, suppressing the restless Demonic Blade. The two divine weapons vibrated continuously, as if arguing.

Finally, the Demonic Blade calmed, and the Divine Sword fell silent as well.

"Hmph."

A cold snort emanated from the ghost carriage, clearly displeased with the outcome. However, swords and blades possess spirits, and in the Underworld Netherworld, no one could force the two divine weapons to accept a master.

"Ghost Maiden, long time no see."

Just then, an extremely sinister and evil voice came from outside the hall. The newcomer was demonically handsome, dressed in a magnificent robe that was red within purple. Though his eyes smiled, there was a chilling aura that made one tremble.

"Underworld Son, you've awakened too."

The woman's voice from the ghost carriage carried a hint of surprise and anger, clearly displeased by the handsome man's premature emergence.

"Awakened? Heh, I've always been awake."

The Underworld Son took two steps forward, arriving before the altar, and said with an indifferent chuckle.

The woman in the carriage ignored this obvious lie. They had all been dormant for a very long time; it was impossible for anyone to have been awake.

The Underworld Son was an anomaly in the underworld—powerful yet absurd, astounding and terrifying at the same time.

"Are you also here for the Demonic Blade?"

The Underworld Son's awakening was a fact, so the Ghost Maiden no longer pondered it, instead asking in a deep voice.

"If I said no, would you believe me?" The Underworld Son gently caressed the patterns on the Demonic Blade, a dangerous curve forming on his lips. He continued, "However, I know many people are interested in it, so I came."

"Madman," the Ghost Maiden scoffed from within the carriage.

"Madman? I believe the Ghost Maiden understands the Underworld Son best. What a pity, though."

The Underworld Son placed a hand over his heart and sighed deeply, a trace of sorrow flashing across his demonic face. His sorrowful sigh seemed to convey heartache over the Ghost Maiden's lack of understanding.

"Abyss, your hypocrisy is sickening."

The Ghost Maiden spoke the Underworld Son's true name, her voice laced with sarcasm. In this place, only the two of them were present, and they understood each other perfectly. Such a fake performance wouldn't sway them.

The Underworld Son turned around, his expression serious, and sighed softly, "I... never lie."

From the carriage came the Ghost Maiden's cold laugh, "That statement of yours is the biggest lie!"

"Underworld Son, don't say I didn't warn you. This era is different from before. Your absurdity will only bring you death."

With those words, the Ghost Maiden had no desire to waste more time here. She chanted softly, Black and White Impermanence cleared the way, Ox-Head and Horse-Face carried the palanquin, and the Underworld Ghost Carriage slowly departed, disappearing from sight shortly after.

"Death... I look forward to it immensely."

The Underworld Son gently caressed the Demonic Blade, flashes of light glinting in his eyes. He seemed oblivious as the sharp edge cut his finger, and a trickle of blood ran down the blade, making the cold weapon appear even more sinister.

The Demonic Blade did not reject the Underworld Son's blood, yet it didn't acknowledge his identity either. It remained quietly embedded in the altar, its bloody light flickering, completely motionless.

The Underworld Son watched the Demonic Blade silently. After a long while, he chuckled softly, "Demonic Blade, oh Demonic Blade, I shall wait for the day you emerge, to see you dye the entire world the most beautiful shade of crimson."

Ning Chen was unaware of what happened in the main hall. He hadn't looked back after leaving. He knew very well that the sinister blade and sword weren't his; he couldn't touch them, nor could he take them. However, he had hidden the wooden boat by the Weak River, ensuring no one else could enter.

Ning Chen was in a terrible mood, grumbling endlessly along the way.

Ning Chen admitted that he was narrow-minded. What he couldn't obtain, no one else should either.

As for whether the person in the ghost carriage could take those blades and swords, that was beyond his control. Though he was very annoyed, there was truly nothing he could do.

In his current state, he couldn't even defeat the Ox-Head and Horse-Face who carried the palanquin, let alone the person or ghost within the ghost carriage.

The Little White Horse was still red all over, even a bit hot to the touch, truly looking as if it had been boiled.

"Huff..." The Little White Horse had grievances it couldn't voice and complaints it dared not express.

Serves you right for eating random things, Ning Chen thought smugly.

He still held a lot of resentment about not being able to take the blades and swords. Seeing that the Little White Horse wouldn't die anytime soon, at most it would be uncomfortable for a few days, he stopped paying attention to it.

"Just bear with it. Oh, right, where was I?"

After coming out of the illusion, Ning Chen became much more talkative and rambled on. It wasn't hard to understand; anyone trapped in an illusion for who knew how many days, months, or years, with no living person around, not even a cockroach, only groups of Underworld Soldiers and Underworld Cavalry, would become deranged if they didn't go completely mad.

Little White Horse was in great pain and mostly ignored whatever Ning Chen was saying. Occasionally, it would snort, likely annoyed by his constant chatter, as a sign of protest.

Unfortunately, Ning Chen didn't care about its protests at all.

To him, at that moment, even Little White Horse's protests were adorable.

Or rather, anything that was alive was adorable.

Beyond the grand hall of the Underworld Netherworld lay a desolate, pitted landscape with randomly erected colossal rocks. The strange, bizarre terrain stretched as far as the eye could see, sending a chilling sensation through one's heart.

Ning Chen frowned. He disliked this place; not only was the yin energy too heavy, but it was also difficult to traverse.

He was disabled, and even walking on flat ground was harder for him than for most people. Now, having to navigate this bizarre terrain felt like it was going to be the death of him.

Ning Chen looked at Little White Horse, sized up its physique, and ultimately gave up. The creature didn't look like it had much meat on its bones; whether it could even carry him was debatable, and he certainly didn't want to risk falling again.

He'd broken his legs falling off a cliff back then, and it would be too unfortunate to hit his face again today.

Thinking about it, his life had been quite something. He hadn't died falling off the cliff, and shortly after landing, he'd landed on something unknown. He hadn't died in the illusion today either, having been rescued by Little White Horse. They say good people don't live long, and scourges live for a thousand years, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem like a bad person, did he?

The ancients said, the ancients claimed, the ancients spoke so many words, and it seemed they were sometimes wrong.

"Little White, do you think I'm a good person?"

Ning Chen asked, turning his wheelchair and struggling to climb over small pits.

"Snort!"

Even though Little White Horse was in discomfort, it couldn't help but show its disdain.

"I knew you'd think so too," Ning Chen said, beaming with joy.

"Snort!"

Little White Horse rolled its eyes and ignored the shameless human.

"Wait."

Ning Chen's hand suddenly stiffened. He looked up at the surrounding terrain, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Could this be the legendary Eighteen Layers of Hell?

Ning Chen frowned, thinking hard. In his previous life, he hadn't delved much into myths and legends, so he didn't remember clearly. Was it the Eighteen Layers of Hell after the Underworld Hall?

Ning Chen sighed in his heart. It's truly a shame to realize how little you know when you need it most. He wished he had read more books on myths and legends back then.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man and the horse had eaten all the dry rations they brought, and their throats were parched. Yet, they found that this bizarre place seemed to stretch on forever.

"Little White, we're not going to starve or die of thirst here, are we?"

Ning Chen said weakly, slowly turning his wheelchair.

"Snort!"

Little White Horse turned its head and snorted, indicating they could go back the way they came.

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, then shook his head. He always felt there was some terrifying monster guarding the path behind them, preventing him from ever considering turning back.

"Snort!"

Little White Horse continued forward, meaning if they weren't going back, then they would die together.

"Loyal."

Ning Chen was satisfied with Little White Horse's attitude. He struggled to crack a smile, deciding that if he survived, he would treat this fellow a little better.

"Ugh!"

After another half day of walking, just as both the man and the horse were on their last legs, their strength almost gone, Ning Chen suddenly trembled in his wheelchair. A long, painful groan escaped his lips. Within his Dantian Qihai, two Golden Pages, no longer nourished by true qi, began to devour each other.

"Stop it, both of you!"

Ning Chen roared in fury. At a time like this, these two guys were still fighting amongst themselves!

Little White Horse jumped in fright, looking at Ning Chen, bewildered.

The two Golden Pages seemed to be natural enemies. When there was ample true qi in the Dantian Qihai, they could barely coexist. However, now that the true qi in the Dantian Qihai was almost dissipated, the two Golden Pages could no longer maintain peace.

Ning Chen's face was exceptionally grim. He said in a deep voice, "If I die here, both of you will be buried with me. You'd best behave yourselves."

"Buzz!"

The two Golden Pages vibrated, as if they understood, and stopped fighting, gradually calming down.

"What a cursed world, even a piece of scrap paper can become a spirit."

Ning Chen cursed in a foul mood. Then, a thought flashed through his mind, a thought even he found absurd.

But he had seen stranger things, so trying this wouldn't hurt.

Forcing the last trace of true qi into the Golden Pages he had obtained from the altar, Ning Chen calmed his mind and said, "Listen up. We're in this together now. Since you came from this Underworld Netherworld, you naturally know how to get out. If you don't want to be buried here with me forever, then come out and show me the way."

The Golden Pages were silent for a moment, then actually flew out from Ning Chen's Dantian Qihai. Brilliant golden light shone from the pages, its dazzling glow illuminating the distance. Faintly, a large black裂縫 was vaguely visible.

"Holy shit!"

This time, Ning Chen finally couldn't help but curse. They had already passed that area, but there had been no such rift back then.

"Hee-haw!"

The Little White Horse excitedly lifted a front hoof, letting out its first proper neigh in its life, no longer pretending to be mute with snorts and huffs.

The Little White Horse galloped away swiftly, abandoning Ning Chen without a shred of loyalty.

"You ungrateful wretch!"

Ning Chen swore angrily, then turned the wheels of his wheelchair with both hands, slowly and unsteadily heading towards the large crack.

This damned place is so annoyingly bumpy...

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