Chapter 155: Small Head Controls Big Head, Rabbit Head Controls Everything

When those newly formed spirits returned to the Spirit Realm, they were utterly bewildered.

Then they saw a girl holding an oar waving at them, as if radiating some inexplicable allure, compelling them to follow without hesitation.

As they walked, they heard the strange girl whispering to someone, occasionally punctuated by startled exclamations like, "Little Yama, these souls still have five years left?" "Strange anomalies occurred?" "Send them all straight to Hell? Yes yes."

Upon hearing the word "Hell," the dazed spirits suddenly snapped awake, realizing what had happened to them, and shouted in protest: "Appeal to the Center! We're appealing to the Center!"

They had clearly heard their lifespans were not yet over—they shouldn't have died now, and certainly not by exploding into fragments.

The demon who suddenly appeared and obliterated them all was pure, unavoidable force.

Mudan had wanted to shout them down, but these hundred or so spirits had never been virtuous in life, and now that they were awakened, their voices grew shrill—like a flock of noisy ducks, too loud for one person to silence.

Just as she could no longer bear it and raised her wooden oar to strike them into silence…

The Center arrived.

Yama had descended beside them.

Not the temporary ruler of the Spirit Realm, Little Yama—but his towering, dozens-of-zhang-tall father, the Great Yama King.

Hundreds of nations coexisted in the Human Realm, three powers stood in balance in the Demon Realm, yet the Spirit Realm had only one ruler—and due to its uniqueness, it operated under extraordinary rules.

As the sole true ruler of all three realms, the Great Yama King governed his realm absolutely, wielding immense authority over human life, death, and reincarnation; it was no exaggeration to say he was the embodiment of the Spirit Realm's consciousness.

Even if he had not noticed at first, when a transmigrator caused massive disruption and shifted the fate trajectories of countless souls, subtle anomalies inevitably surfaced—and then, with his divine artifact, he cast a distant gaze…

Dude, who are you?

Every human's name was recorded in the registry, each lifespan and cause of death predetermined—but he searched everywhere and could not find this man's name at all.

An anomaly. And a beneficial one… the Spirit Realm's consciousness told him—but even so…

When heaven falls, the tallest man holds it up—and the Great Yama King was unquestionably the tallest in the Spirit Realm.

Whether judging friend or foe, or deciding how to respond, the first choice among all three realms was the Great Yama King—the one who maintained balance between the Human and Demon Realms, upheld order in the Spirit Realm, and possessed overwhelming strength.

But since everything was still unclear, he'd send someone to test the waters first—and naturally, he chose the one with the perpetually unlucky face, the one who never took a day off…

"Mudan, go to that man's side."

After a brief pause, the Great Yama King ordered.

…………

"That's the situation…"

Mudan had a beautiful face, a true beauty… oh, a female ghost—but whenever she spoke, she shattered any air of calm she once carried.

"I've received the Great Yama King's command. Whatever you need, tell me—I'll do my best to assist you."

The optimistic Mudan added with a grin.

Jia Ji had never before transmigrated into a world with Hell—and now he got an unexpected bonus: no special targeting, and even a personal assistant? Damn right.

He was getting the same treatment as a Spirit Realm detective.

Good good—this Spirit Realm path just got a whole lot wider.

"Customer service Mudan, move out!"

Following Mudan, Jia Ji traveled all day until they reached Huanhai's dojo. He studied the vast complex carefully—the familiar temple architecture, the terrifyingly long staircase—it felt like coming home.

"When it's my turn to take disciples, I'll build an Aincrad. Real men climb all one hundred floors."

Before they arrived, a small figure had already been waiting at the dojo's entrance.

Huanhai, with her pink hair, wrinkled face, yet still sparkling eyes, appeared before them ahead of schedule.

As a spirit user of her caliber, she could sense subtle fluctuations and information in the air—she had developed a faint sense of precognition, and now, a vague feeling of storm clouds gathering.

"Ice Woman, Spirit Realm guide, human?"

Such a peculiar combination was something Huanhai had never seen before. "What brings you here?"

She had long passed the age of attacking every demon she encountered; now, curiosity outweighed caution in her heart.

"I'm very interested in Spirit Light Wave Fist."

Jia Ji stepped forward and said.

"I'm sorry, I have no intention of taking disciples right now."

Huanhai refused without hesitation. Since establishing her dojo, she had met many martial artists like him—but she didn't feel old enough yet to need a successor.

Perhaps in a few years, her mind might change—but not now.

"That—"

Jia Ji scratched his head apologetically. He didn't mean that at all.

She was extremely strict with disciples, selecting one in ten thousand—eventually, only Pu Han You Zhu had passed her trials and inherited her Spirit Light Wave Fist.

It was another form of single-heir martial lineage.

If Jia Ji wanted to learn Spirit Light Wave Fist, his difficulty was far greater than others'. Even if he passed all her trials—character, spiritual talent, and more—he'd still have to abandon his title as heir of the North Star Divine Fist and become Huanhai's disciple…

"If Dragon Fist Master found out, he'd punch me dead… Not good, not good."

Even if Dragon Fist Master could never know, Jia Ji still couldn't pass his own conscience—abandoning the North Star Divine Fist.

Not even temporarily—impossible!

Better to just fight. Learn the opponent's techniques directly through combat.

That's the way of the North Star Fist disciples!

"Actually, I'm not here to become your disciple. I already have a master, and he treats me well. I came for another matter, but… since I'm here, not sparring with you would be a waste…"

Jia Ji bowed, assuming the stance of Luo Han Strike.

"Please instruct me."

At first, Jia Ji had thought, "Wow, Huanhai is the master of Spirit Light Wave Fist—must pay respects." After meeting her, he thought, "Spirit Light Wave Fist has a youth-reversing technique—how beautiful must young Huanhai have been?" But now…

—Let me see what Huanhai's DPS is really like.

Fight.

(End of chapter)