Why Was This Kid Here Again?

Thank you!

Upon receiving the black tome before him, Fang Zelin felt a surge of joy.

With this book, we won't have to worry about the awkward situation of not being heard when we visit other City God in the future.

"It's nothing."

Everyone was very courteous.

After exchanging treasures, their relationship grew much closer.

After Fang Zelin bowed and left, the City God weighed the spirit rice in his hand and ordered, "Light a fire, I'd like to taste this spirit rice."

"My lord, can gods like us, who have no physical body, also taste the flavor of rice?"

Seeing this, Judge Wen, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask a question.

"This rice is extraordinary; it contains extremely rich Spiritual Qi. We can certainly taste it, but that person just now was a truly enlightened being, able to easily produce something like this."

"If I hadn't also never tasted this spirit rice before, I wouldn't have shamelessly accepted it."

The City God spoke softly, then led his men back to the Underworld Bureau Office.

A moment later, a rich aroma began to waft through the air, causing the surrounding underworld officials to swallow hard and gaze at a small pot not far away.

Surely they never cook or light fires in the Underworld Bureau, right?

This is truly the first time something like this has ever happened.

This also adds a touch of human warmth to the Underworld Bureau.

The civil Martial Judge standing beside the City God were looking down at the iron pot in front of them, their mouths watering as they gazed at the plump grains of spirit rice inside.

Such a fragrance truly made them linger.

"You almost got me into serious trouble. On their turf, you released your aura to lock onto them—that was clearly an attempt to challenge them. Neither humans nor immortals behave like that."

After leaving the City God, Fang Zelin immediately began lecturing the sword behind him.

He also wanted to ask if the local City God possessed any cultivation manuals or similar texts.

But the moment you arrived, you seemed ready to take action; something just didn't seem right.

If they aren't properly taught, they might cause other trouble later.

Upon hearing Fang Zelin's admonition, the sword immediately hummed.

After understanding what the other party meant, Fang Zelin's expression froze for a moment.

"You say that misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise?"

Seeing that this precious sword was actually being used as an example, Fang Zelin was both amused and exasperated.

I must say, this guy's reaction time is pretty quick.

"This is not an intention to deliberately invite trouble. Whether one is a person or a sword, one should know how to be humble and polite."

"The sword is the king of all weapons; you should learn the ways of a gentleman."

As Fang Zelin spoke, he returned to the inn.

Bao Jian stood to the side, looking somewhat bewildered, unsure whether the other party had taken his words to heart.

Back at the inn, Fang Zelin immediately opened the book given to him by the City God and began to read it carefully.

The books contain records of the rules and regulations of the Underworld Bureau.

There are many rules, such as the Underworld Bureau not interfering in the affairs of the mortal world, nor allowing mortals to see it. If these rules are broken, punishment will be imposed.

Besides these, the book also contained several Law Technique.

Among them are some techniques such as how to strike the Yin Drum and summon Yin Officials by imperial decree.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zelin's face lit up with joy, and he quickly lowered his head to examine it closely.

With this, he could gain a comprehensive understanding of the Underworld Bureau.

As Fang Zelin continued reading the books, until the setting sun cast its golden rays into the room once more, Fang Zelin realized with a start that a day had already passed.

Seeing the book Fang Zelin hadn't finished reading, Fang Zelin immediately called over a waiter and asked him to prepare a table of food and wine and bring it to his room.

Once a table of food and wine was prepared, Fang Zelin picked up a book and began reading and eating.

Fang Zelin only finished reading the book after the moon had climbed above the treetops.

He was tempted to try out the Law Technique he had just witnessed, but it would be difficult to explain if it actually summoned the spirits of the underworld.

After thinking it over, Fang Zelin had no choice but to give up.

I'll try it when I have the chance later.

After the meal, the waiter cleared the table, and Fang Zelin paid the bill.

After locking the doors and windows, Fang Zelin calmed himself down, sat cross-legged, and began his cultivation.

The Spiritual Power had just begun to appear from all around, and Fang Zelin's Spiritual Power had just begun to circulate when, in the next moment, Fang Zelin felt a sudden dizziness.

By the time Fang Zelin realized something was wrong, they had already arrived in front of a majestic mountain.

Atop the mountain peaks, the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing could be faintly heard, accompanied by the glow of the sunset.

The surroundings were lush and green at this moment, as if it were spring all year round.

Fang Zelin looked at the scene before him with some confusion.

This was his third time here, but he still hadn't figured out what this place was.

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Fang Zelin strode forward anyway.

If he remembered correctly, there was an old man fishing ahead, as well as woodcutters and mulberry growers.

"Hey, what's that kid doing here again?"

Fang Zelin had barely appeared when the old fisherman and the others in the distance immediately noticed him.

They were all stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Zelin slowly walking towards them from a distance, their expressions varying.

They both wore expressions of surprise, unable to comprehend how this cultivator could be invited in so frequently.

Is this child's comprehension truly so terrifying?

"Truly terrifying. This child's future path to immortality is limitless."

Seeing this, a woodcutter muttered something under his breath, then looked at the trees in front of him and continued chopping.

Seeing this, the old Daoist priest, who was playing chess, stroked his beard and smiled, then slowly nodded, revealing a look of great appreciation.

After a few whispers, the group continued with their work, no longer paying attention to Fang Zelin.

Fang Zelin followed the path to the Fishing Old Man.

"This senior."

Fang Zelin cupped his hands in a gesture of humility towards the old man in front of him.

"Such an honorific is unnecessary."

The Fishing Old Man waved his hand upon hearing this, "Would you like to sit down and join us?"

As the old man spoke, he prepared to hand Fang Zelin a fishing rod.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin took the fishing rod from the other person's hand, but when Fang Zelin picked up the fishing rod and looked at it, he was taken aback.

Why is this fishhook straight?

May I ask your honorable surname, senior?

Fang Zelin looked at the fishhook and asked a question subconsciously, but after asking, he frowned inexplicably.

It seems he asked that question before?

My surname is Zhou.

The old man responded, looking at the many fish in the river in front of him, and gestured for Fang Zelin to take the bait.

Seeing this, Fang Zelin didn't stand on ceremony. He flicked his fishing rod and cast the hook out, but he sighed inwardly, realizing that this person wasn't surnamed Jiang.

Little did he know, the old man beside him was also looking at Fang Zelin with great curiosity.

This guy, even though he doesn't remember what happened here, why does he keep asking what his surname is? Is his surname that important?