Conveying the Decree

After demons gained the ability to speak, they became extremely skilled in language.

Many demons may be illiterate, but they have no problem communicating.

The language spoken by the "Sending Away the Poor Ghost" was the standard official language of the Immortal Court, the same language spoken in the capital during the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When a poor ghost is sent to the mortal realm, it's not hard to guess what it's saying through its lips.

The reason for the other party's enthusiasm is simple: on the one hand, they have been holding back for a long time and want to talk; on the other hand, they may have been very happy that things went very smoothly in the Immortal Court and are willing to say more.

Another reason was that the other party wanted to ask Zhang Xuezhou for directions, since it had been too long since the "Sending Away the Poor Ghost" had left Kunlun, and they were somewhat unaccustomed to the changes in the mountains and rivers over the past thousand years.

"Young friend Liu, how do I get to the Yedie River Holy Land?"

Only after reaching the summit of Mount Tai's Jade Emperor Peak did the "Sending Away the Poverty Ghost" finally speak normally, quickly asking the question that concerned him most.

"The Yedie River Holy Land is in the Northern Kuru Continent, which is tens of thousands of miles away from Mount Tai," Zhang Xuezhou said. "The journey is long and winding; even pointing with my finger wouldn't be accurate!"

"It seems you know the way to the Yedie River Holy Land," said the Poverty-Sending Ghost with delight. "Young Friend Liu, why don't you show me the way!"

"The Yedie River Holy Land is far away and cannot be reached in a short time. I also have important matters to attend to, so I cannot guide the great god," Zhang Xuezhou refused.

"Your matter isn't urgent," said the Ghost of Poverty. "The Duty Officer is only a third-rank celestial official. The matter of sending you down to the mortal realm is of limited importance. You can assist me temporarily, and I'll report back to your master in the Immortal Court to claim credit!"

In the early stages of contact between Kunlun and the Immortal Court, the Ghost of Poverty Clears away the extreme caution, treating the immortals with courtesy and not acting as violently and aggressively as it had been said during the Kunlun court assembly. Even when dealing with Zhang Xuezhou, who was impersonating a minor immortal, it consulted with him before acting.

"My skills are meager; I can only travel a hundred li a day. It would probably take me three months to reach the Yedie River Holy Land," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Wouldn't this speed delay the great master's plans?"

"You're only capable of traveling a hundred miles a day when you're out running errands?" the Poverty-Sending Ghost exclaimed in astonishment. "I see your cultivation level isn't bad, how can you be so incompetent!"

"Hehe!"

Zhang Xuezhou made two awkward sounds.

It is very difficult to lie to a great cultivator, especially since he does not know the details of the "Sending Away the Poor Ghost. "Zhang Xuezhou tries his best to make his words sound truthful.

And right now, he really is a bit useless.

If he doesn't consume the Spirit Silk Jade Lotus to unlock his Law Power and Demon Power, and can't cultivate the forgetting Technique Method, Zhang Xuezhou can only wreak havoc at levels below the Divine Ability Realm.

He looked embarrassed, and his expression was clearly genuine.

"It's a bit of a shame, but it's not too much of a problem," said the God of Poverty. "My basin can comfortably accommodate one more person!"

The poor ghost reached into his robes and pulled out a golden basin.

He recited a spell, and the golden basin instantly shrank to the size of a winnowing basket. After reciting another spell, the winnowing basket-sized golden basin transformed into a square-shaped silver basin.

"My treasure bowl, in gold, can fly three thousand miles a day; in silver, it can fly two thousand miles," said the Poverty-Sending Ghost. "If it were to transform into an iron bowl and carry several people, it could fly a thousand miles a day. Flying with more people would be tiring, but it's better than going the wrong way. Young friend Liu, I'll delay you for a few days; I'll take you there again later. The time should be roughly the same!"

"That's incredibly thoughtful of you!"

Zhang Xuezhou bowed in thanks.

His cultivation had not yet recovered, and he couldn't get rid of the "poverty-sending ghost" for the time being, so he had no choice but to agree.

Knowing that the "Sending Away the Poor Ghost" would be making a public announcement at the Yedie River Holy Land, Zhang Xuezhou at least didn't have to worry about encountering unexpected conflicts.

"I wonder what urgent matter the great master is undertaking on his journey to the Yedie River Holy Land?"

He didn't refuse to send away the ghost of poverty, and jumped into the silver basin that was meant to send away the ghost of poverty.

Only when the strange magical Law Treasure took to the air did Zhang Xuezhou ask the "ghost of poverty" about it.

"It's strange, really. A thief appeared in Kunlun, and that thief impersonated our Kunlun Son..."

The ghost of poverty spoke eloquently, recounting the crimes it had placed on Zhang Xuezhou's head, thus making it clear to Zhang Xuezhou how the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon were targeting him.

Compared to simply and brutally executing Zhang Xuezhou or expelling Zhang Xuezhou from Kunlun, classifying Zhang Xuezhou as a 'thief' would generate a very low backlash.

As long as his identity is false, other cultivators will not think that Kunlun Sacred Land is eliminating the meritorious figures of the centennial event, thus avoiding triggering vigilance and resistance against Kunlun's leadership of the order of the Three Realms.

This method was extremely sophisticated. Knowing that the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon knew almost everything about him, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was in deep trouble.

"His only disadvantage is probably that he possesses the emperor's demonic body, thus preventing him from personally setting foot in Chang'an City!"

The Demon-Revealing Mirror's characteristic is that the stronger the Demon Power, the greater the counterattack force; even a great demon at the True Self Realm cannot escape its glare.

Zhang Xuezhou was not one to sit idly by and wait for his fate; while trying to recover his losses, he also hoped to launch a counterattack.

But when Zhang Xuezhou considered the comparison between the two situations and his own uncertain circumstances, he felt that things were fraught with difficulties.

"I've heard in the Immortal Court that the Holy Son of Kunlun has extremely high cultivation, even surpassing our Immortal Court's gatekeeper, Lord Wang Shan. How could he possibly have his clothes stolen by thieves?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Alas, our Holy Son's body has a very big flaw. If this oversight is noticed by someone with ulterior motives, there is no way to avoid being ambushed," the God of Poverty lamented.

"Then where is your true Holy Son?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The Emperor is very dissatisfied with the Holy Son's performance and has ordered him to enter seclusion in the Wondrous Dharma Palace." The Ghost of Poverty said, "If the Holy Son cannot resolve the physical drawbacks of his cultivation, he will likely be in seclusion for a long time. After all, the Elixir of Immortality of Kunlun is of paramount importance. Its theft means there is no hope of extending lifespan, and this affects not just one or two people, but also many of us. We only hope that the Elixir of Immortality can be recovered as soon as possible!"

"That thief is truly despicable!"

Zhang Xuezhou had intended to plant a seed of doubt in the person who sent the poor ghost, but he never expected to be so thoroughly taken care of.

If I'm not mistaken, a 'Holy Son' should have replaced him at the Myriad Wondrous Dharma Palace Wondrous Dharma Palace, and he might even be currently in seclusion there.

This series of actions is enough to completely erase Zhang Xuezhou's traces in Kunlun, and will also make him a target of the Kunlun gods.

This undoubtedly added many risks to Zhang Xuezhou, and the fact that the "sending away the poor ghost" was carrying the decree to various Sacred Land would lead to a situation where everyone in the Sacred Land would want to kill Zhang Xuezhou.

Looking at the copied portrait on the decree to send away the god of poverty, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would need to change his appearance in the future to avoid accidentally causing trouble.

"This person used the names Zhang Xuezhou and Dongfang Shuo to swindle people. Zhang Xuezhou is the title of the Holy Son of Kunlun, but who is this Dongfang Shuo that this thief would use?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I don't know who Dongfang Shuo is either," the poor ghost shook his head and said, "The Emperor instructed us that if we encounter anyone claiming to be Zhang Xuezhou or Dongfang Shuo, regardless of whether it's true or not, we should arrest them and bring them back to Kunlun!"

"We can't let every bad person go unpunished, but we also can't wrong every good person," Zhang Xuezhou said. "We need to investigate things thoroughly before making a judgment. Kunlun Heavenly Court is the current order set by the Three Realms. If it arbitrarily arrests people regardless of the truth or the reasons, wouldn't that make people feel insecure? If I were also named Dongfang Shuo, wouldn't I be implicated!"

"You look so different from the portrait, you can't possibly be Dongfang Shuo," the ghost of poverty laughed.

"You have a portrait for comparison, but others may not," Zhang Xuezhou said. "When this matter is announced, everyone needs to identify the people from the portraits to avoid innocent people being implicated!"

"What you said makes sense," the Poverty-Sending Ghost pondered. "The Empress also advised the Emperor at the time, but the elixir of immortality was of great importance, which is why the Emperor lost his temper. In the future, we should make sure we identify people clearly before arresting them, so as not to arrest a bunch of people with the same name!"

"What the expert said is true," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That's how it should be," the Poverty-Sending Ghost nodded in admiration, "Even a lowly immortal like you has such insight; you Immortal Court beings certainly consider things more thoroughly!"

The old men, who had been sleeping for so long, kept talking, feeling that with the changing times, they, these long-dormant old bones, were not as thoughtful as the young people.

For a moment, he became even more polite to Zhang Xuezhou.