Chapter 87: Inheritance of the Underworld

Shen Siyuan did not immediately go to see Liu Wangshui; he merely set a time with him.

On one hand, rushing to meet someone the moment they want to see you is too demeaning.

On the other hand, he did not wish to reveal his residence—even if the man might already know it, he still didn’t want just anyone entering his home.

“I’m so awesome, I scared him stiff.”

After returning, Dou Dou was still proudly triumphant, convinced it was all her doing.

“Alright, you’re the best.” Shen Siyuan patted her head, but his gaze drifted toward Yin Xingyue beside her.

Yin Xingyue spoke with clear logic, explaining the cause and outcome of the matter.

Shen Siyuan was very satisfied with the result of Yin Xingyue’s communication with the other party.

“Alright, I’m going to rest now. You kids go play—and Dou Dou, get to know each other first.”

Yin Xingyue nodded and prepared to lead the two little girls away.

Dou Dou was also very interested in the new big sister and little sister; she no longer rushed to find her parents, and the three little ones swept away in a gust of yin wind, vanishing inside the house.

Shen Siyuan checked the time and realized it was nearly two in the morning.

Remembering his appointment the next morning, Shen Siyuan chose to get into bed and rest immediately.

Liu Agong returned home and found Huang Niangmu already fast asleep.

Seeing this, Liu Agong walked over and prodded her awake.

Although Liu Agong could not manifest physically, he shared a special bond with Huang Niangmu; even shouting loudly, she could still hear him.

“You old man, it’s the middle of the night—can’t you let me rest?” Huang Niangmu sat up, clearly annoyed.

“You old woman, I’ve been slaving outside while you sleep soundly at home—is that fair?”

Liu Agong waved his “chicken feather duster” in irritation.

“You don’t even need sleep anyway—might as well be useful.” Huang Niangmu didn’t care, getting out of bed.

Though they were master and servant, they were also husband and wife, having lived together for years and grown accustomed to each other.

Liu Agong opened his mouth to say more, but Huang Niangmu cut him off: “Speak quieter—don’t wake Aimei.”

Hearing this, Liu Agong immediately fell silent, becoming cautious.

Their lineage placed great emphasis on blood ties; Aimei had grown up beside them since childhood, and though she was their granddaughter, they had raised her as a daughter.

After returning from the bathroom, Huang Niangmu saw Liu Agong still inside and finally asked: “What’s so important you woke me up in the middle of the night?”

“That little girl covered in flames—I ran into her again today,” Liu Agong said.

“Oh? Did you find out who she is?” Huang Niangmu asked casually.

Liu Agong shook his head. “Not yet, but I caught up to her and spoke with her.”

Huang Niangmu exclaimed in delight: “What did she say to you?”

She then asked anxiously: “You said her flames were powerful—did they hurt you?”

Liu Agong replied in a sarcastic tone: “Oh? Now you care about me? When you were egging me on, where was your concern?”

Huang Niangmu glared at him irritably: “Stop being ridiculous. Speak properly.”

Liu Agong dropped his sarcasm and said: “There weren’t just one, but three little girls. Judging by their appearance, they seem to have a complete inheritance…”

In this age where Daoist arts are obscure, possessing a complete inheritance is exceedingly rare and extraordinary.

“Three? Tell me everything, from the beginning,” Huang Niangmu said, equally astonished.

Liu Agong then recounted the entire day’s events, from start to finish.

After careful thought, Huang Niangmu said: “You were reckless today. If she had said nothing and attacked immediately, you’d have been in serious trouble.”

Liu Agong waved his hand dismissively: “I’m not completely defenseless.”

Though he spoke this way, he was inwardly still shaken.

Huang Niangmu said: “Since they’re willing to meet, we’ll go together when the time comes.”

“That’s only proper.”

“I wonder which lineage they belong to—how could they possess such power?” Huang Niangmu was deeply puzzled.

The bloodline inheritances they spoke of now all originated from a disturbance in the Underworld a century ago, when the Ghost Roads were severed, leaving many Underworld officials and soldiers stranded in the mortal realm.

Some perished due to various calamities; some chose to mate with humans to continue their bloodline; others used secret techniques to fall into deep slumber, waiting for the Ghost Roads to reopen…

Yet these Underworld officials and soldiers were all low-ranking, possessing meager power; even after generations of inheritance, their strength should have dwindled to less than one in ten. It shouldn’t be possible for them to possess such power.

“Let’s not guess blindly. We’ll know everything once we meet them,” Liu Agong said.

“That’s the only option. But when the meeting day comes, I’ll go with you—Aimei shouldn’t come along,” Huang Niangmu said.

“Why worry? It’s a modern legal society, with human civilization flourishing—what’s there to fear?” Liu Agong said aloud, but inwardly he already agreed with Huang Niangmu’s view.

“Go, go, go… I’m going to rest. Go back to your room,” Huang Niangmu shooed him away impatiently.

Liu Agong rose and walked toward the inner room where the ancestral altar stood, filled with the tablets of his forebears.

The next morning, Shen Siyuan woke up early.

He casually mentioned he’d treat Ruan Hongzhuang to breakfast.

To his surprise, Ruan Hongzhuang took him seriously—so he had no choice but to go through with it.

He glanced inside the house; none of the three little ones had returned—he had no idea where they’d gone.

Shen Siyuan tidied himself up, not bothering with special attire—just clean and neat, as usual.

“I’m heading down. Where are you?” Shen Siyuan sent Ruan Hongzhuang a message.

He had originally offered to pick her up, but she insisted on coming herself.

“I’m almost there—two traffic lights left.”

“Did you come by car?”

Seeing Ruan Hongzhuang reply quickly, Shen Siyuan asked this.

“Yes. Send me your exact location—I’ll have the driver take you directly.”

So when Shen Siyuan reached the entrance of the residential complex, he sent her his location.

Soon, a black Mercedes pulled up before him. He didn’t know the exact model—he had no interest in cars.

Ruan Hongzhuang opened the door and stepped out. Since Shen Siyuan had mentioned hiking and shopping the other day, she wasn’t wearing a dress today; her outfit was simple, yet it did nothing to diminish her charm—instead, it radiated a healthy, vibrant beauty.

She wore a black, strapless, form-fitting top that revealed her collarbones and perfect straight shoulders, paired with slim-fit seven-inch jeans that exposed a stretch of fair skin and delicate ankles, and white flat athletic shoes. She carried no bag—she looked youthful and full of energy, nothing like someone who was twenty-eight.

“Good morning.”

Ruan Hongzhuang smiled brightly and waved at Shen Siyuan.

“Good morning.”

Shen Siyuan nodded, his gaze shifting to the black Mercedes preparing to leave behind her.

“Was the driver Jiang Tao?”

He had caught a glimpse as Ruan Hongzhuang got out.

Ruan Hongzhuang didn’t deny it; she nodded. “She had nothing else to do today, so I asked her to drive me.”

Fortunately, Jiang Tao couldn’t hear this—or she’d have cursed loudly and thanked him.

What had she done to deserve this? She’d finally gotten a day off, wanted to sleep in, and was dragged out just to drive Ruan Hongzhuang on a date.

The worst part? The date was with her own blind date.

Truly cruel.

“Not even human—pfft~. Dog and mistress.”

Jiang Tao glanced back through the rearview mirror, stomped on the accelerator, and drove off—out of sight, out of mind—or she’d have died of rage.