Chapter 248: with translation of chapter title

Thank you, two Esteemed Gods, you two Esteemed Gods are truly embracing all rivers, bright sun and sky, great benevolence and righteousness. Since that's the case, we'll take our leave now, goodbye, two Esteemed Gods…… I bowed my waist, fawningly thanked. I grabbed Han Duo and sprinted away quickly.

Pangzi said: "Taking advantage of others not having decided, quickly say some sweet words to strike first and justify later, shut his mouth, that way even if others regret later, they'll save face and suffer a dumb loss."

Gradually pulling Han Duo as we ran far away, seeing that the Black and White Impermanence did not pursue, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Two Esteemed Gods, I am Chen Hai Sheng of the Yin Mountain Sect. After returning to the Yangjian, I will surely repay you two well." I waved and shouted loudly behind them, deliberately emphasizing my name. Meeting an official of the Netherworld in a lifetime is rare, so of course we should curry favor, deepen the impression, so that invoking them later will be easier, right?

"Wait……" Just as I finished speaking and prepared to run toward the Huangquan Road, a furious shout came from behind from the Black and White Impermanence.

As I turned around, I saw the Black and White Impermanence, like a ghost, whoosh, flew to my front. No, actually they are ghosts……

"Just now, you said, what's your name?" the Black and White Impermanence slowly opened their mouths, yet the question came in unison.

"Chen Hai Sheng, disciple of the Yin Mountain Sect's founding ancestor, what's up!" I was a bit confused.

"Do you know Wang Weiqiang?" After the Black and White Impermanence glanced at each other and nodded, the Black Impermanence suddenly opened his mouth to ask me.

"Of course, he's my sworn brother!" I became even more confused—when did Pangzi's fame spread even to the Netherworld?

"Hehe, it's you guys, really making me and Old Xie wait bitterly……" The Black Impermanence gave a weird laugh twice, then, as if changing the subject, pointed his hand to the high hat on his head and asked me: "What do you think of my hat?"

I stared intently at the Black Impermanence's hat for a long time, finally noticing a problem: the Black Impermanence's hat seemed newer than the White Impermanence's. The four characters "Peace Under Heaven" were shining outrageously—what's going on, does the Netherworld have a uniform system? Do you have to pay for a uniform? The Black Impermanence pointed at his own hat—what does that mean? Is he asking me to pay, or to praise him for having better taste than the White Impermanence?

"Take another look……" The Black Impermanence took off his high hat; this time I could hardly keep from laughing. Damn, the Black Impermanence of the Black and White Impermanence is actually a Mediterranean—who would believe that if I said it out loud?

"Um…… Master Fan, you don't need to feel inferior; actually being a Mediterranean is a good thing, Mediterranean men are usually important figures." I held back my laughter, almost unable to catch my breath.

"You know why my head turned out like this, right?" the Black Impermanence stared at me, his face somewhat dark.

I rubbed my head, feeling utterly confused, when the Black Impermanence again with a dark face said: "It's because someone threw a bird down from above."

"A bird……?"

"Yes, exactly, it's a bird, a fire bird……" the Black and White Impermanence said in unison with certainty, a hint of chill flashing in their eyes as they slowly, rhythmically played with the soul‑binding rod, their demeanor like a ferocious‑smiling approach to a prisoner chained all over and being roasted.

The warder approached the prisoner with a stick—of course that's nonsense; even without interrogation everyone knows torture is coming.

"You two Esteemed Gods really like to joke—who's that awesome? Able to throw a bird down in the Yangjian, or rather a fire bird…… Um" I laughed halfway, then suddenly felt as if my throat were choked, my eyes widened, and a chill ran down my spine.

If I remember correctly, I and Pangzi did indeed encounter a bird once—that was in Aomen, at the Chen Zhengzu manor, where a yang evil had formed. At the time Pangzi, to subdue that yang evil, used a well as the eight gates, communicated with the Netherworld, and drew that yang evil down.

At the time I only thought Pangzi's claim that the well communicated with the Netherworld was just a joke, after all, who could verify the saying "well connects to the Netherworld"?

But now, looking at the Black Impermanence's shiny bald head and the ferocious expression on the faces of the Black and White Impermanence, I suddenly understood what kind of thing that bird was……

Barring any mishap, that should be the Fire Crow evil spirit from the Chen Zhengzu manor.

"Wait wait…… Two Esteemed Gods, let's talk properly, we're our own people. All right, before you beat me, may I make a request?" Seeing the Black and White Impermanence step closer, I hurriedly spread my hands to block. As the situation grew more perilous and the Black and White Impermanence's demeanor also slipped out of control, I had no choice but to reach out and utter my final request.

The Black and White Impermanence coldly said in unison: "Speak……"

"My request is, could you not hit my face…… waaah!" No sooner had I spoken than the Black and White Impermanence almost simultaneously stretched out a hand, viciously slapping left and right, striking my face and leaving two fresh red palm prints.

Damn it, we agreed not to hit the face, yet they hit the face—even ghosts shouldn't be shameless! I also flared up, baring my teeth and glaring at the Black and White Impermanence, but this anger was merely a temporary flare from irrationality; soon I wilted again.

"Well…… they say grievances have heads and debts have masters. That bird burned only the Black Esteemed God alone, and has nothing to do with the White Esteemed God, right?" I only hoped that one of the Black and White Impermanence would stop, so that even if I got beaten, it wouldn't be so severe.

"Oh, you mean whoever got burned by that bird can come to you for revenge?" the White Impermanence's lips curled with a strange smile.

I swallowed, nodded: "In theory, that's how it works!"

The White Impermanence snorted coldly, then clapped his hands—whoosh—and countless netherworld soldiers and ghosts instantly surrounded me.

The White Impermanence stepped forward, stared at me and snorted coldly: "Old Fan burned the crown, but I didn't…… I burned…… this spot……"

The White Impermanence turned around…… and, damn, twisted his butt toward me.

As the White Impermanence turned like that, many netherworld soldiers and ghosts tore off their clothes, and various parts of their bodies bore scorch marks from being fire‑roasted.

Seeing the soldiers and ghosts around us grow more numerous, I grew nervous, sweat beading in my palms. Though this fire bird belongs to yang and carries heavy yang energy, who would have thought it possessed such tremendous power, throwing the netherworld bureaucracy into utter chaos.

"What now?" I turned my eyes to Han Duo. One has low magical power, the other's soul has just recovered, turning from an idiot back to a normal person—there's basically no resistance at all.

"What to do? Toss it in a cold dressing," Han Duo said, and before I could react, she ran straight up and kicked the White Impermanence's butt hard, sending him flying like a dog eating feces.

"Outrageous—you dare cause trouble in the netherworld bureaucracy, even hitting Old Xie, and you still don't put the netherworld gods in your eyes? Seize them!" Seeing the White Impermanence kicked, the Black Impermanence's nostrils flared huge, commanding the netherworld's ghosts and soldiers to charge at us.

"Holy shit…… run……" Seeing the situation go wrong, I hurriedly grabbed Han Duo and ran. I glared at her fiercely and scolded: "Are you messed up or what? You've just recovered a bit of your power and already run amok—you dare to beat the White Impermanence!"

Han Duo replied smugly: "What's it to me? You're the one making offerings to them, not me—hit them, hit them, it's just the Black and White Impermanence. Look at your petty self."

Sweat…… it's just the Black and White Impermanence, she says lightly, but are we even on their turf? Looking at Han Duo's face with that disdainful expression toward me, I felt utterly speechless. Grandma, will you die if you don't fart one day?

Whether Han Duo's farting will kill me I'm not sure yet, but I can almost foresee my future—it will be an endless expanse of gloomy darkness.

Just as Han Duo and I sprinted straight toward the Huangquan Road, the netherworld soldiers and ghosts had already caught up, once again encircling us in a small circle.

The situation was urgent; as Han Duo made the first move, I likewise went all out, drawing the Five Thunder Flower Characters and fighting these netherworld soldiers and ghosts. But this isn't the Yangjian—our strength is severely restrained. The talismans of Samadhi True Fire cannot be used, and thunder techniques retain at most a third of their power. Yin energy swirls all around, a great tonic for netherworld troops. Almost the instant we drove them back, their strength recovered in a breath, and they immediately closed in on us again.

"Are you okay……" Han Duo had only been fighting for just under three minutes when she clutched her forehead and collapsed, frightening me so I quickly diverted my attention to steady her. This girl is truly reckless—she just gathered her three hun and seven po, and now she dares to immediately cast a spell, as if she wants her three hun and seven po to scatter forever, never to be reborn.

Fortunately, at the moment I steadied Han Duo, Murong Jia Jia flew out from the Netherworld Jade, her white silk fluttering, sweeping away a large swath of ghost soldiers—her entrance was both stylish and badass.

Immediately after, a bright "gang" rang out, Little Fat's figure shot forth, his tiny fist exploding with astonishing power, blasting a ghost soldier near me away.

"Huh…… what are these big and small ones? They seem to have the cultivation of a ghost immortal," the Black and White Impermanence, hearing the news, exclaimed twice, but that was all; after those two exclamations, without hesitation they lifted the soul‑binding rod in their hand and slapped it down onto Little Fat's head.

In one exchange, the previously mighty Little Fat instantly became a soot‑covered, defeated wretch. The Black and White Impermanence's soul‑binding rod is designed specifically against ghosts; its power is like the Yin Mountain command flag—no, even a hundred times more formidable—striking a ghost makes it dissipate, and a few more blows prevent rebirth forever.

Little Fat was struck to the ground; having lost, he immediately turned into a small child, pounding the earth and wailing, crying out nonstop: "Hai Sheng, hug me……"

Only Han Duo, at this moment, had the inclination to stare at Little Fat, her eyes shining with amazement as she asked me: "Who is this little fatty? He's so adorable!"

I: "……" Is this the time to study whether he's cute or not? Obviously, this situation isn't suitable; what we should be thinking about is how to escape with our lives.

The Black and White Impermanence leered as they drew near, and my spirits plummeted in an instant. Aside from Murong Jia Jia, our combat power is as feeble as trash. Murong Jia Jia is merely a ghost herself—she probably can't protect all these people present. Moreover, the Black and White Impermanence's soul‑binding rod is no mere ornament; it's a ghost‑binding artifact passed down for thousands of years.

"Hehe, kid, I wonder what tricks you still have up your sleeve. Come along obediently, you and Wang Weiqiang of the Huaguang Dao—we've been longing day and night for you to visit the Netherworld as guests." The Black and White Impermanence sneered, swinging their rod as they approached us.

That's definitely blatant lies; this eager anticipation likely means they want to flay our skin, break our bones, and then toss us into an oil pot for a wash!

As I was pondering a retreat, while the Black and White Impermanence kept stepping closer to us, suddenly, something happened that shocked everyone.

At that very moment, the Huangquan Road became immensely oppressive—yes, immensely oppressive—giving everyone present a feeling of suffocation, as if they couldn't breathe.

The surrounding air seemed to be drawn out, a strange yet unsettling aura spreading all around, making our hearts tremble—even the ghosts felt their hearts jolt in unison.

As we sensed that aura, the Black and White Impermanence's steps halted instantly, they retreated a few steps warily. At that very moment of their retreat, a unified, soaring voice suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

」How can there be no clothes? With you I share the same robe; when the king raises his army, I prepare my spears and halberds, sharing the same hatred with you. How can there be no clothes? With you I share the same marsh; when the king raises his army, I prepare my spears and halberds, working together with you. How can there be no clothes? With you I share the same lower garment; when the king orders the army to mobilize, I prepare my armor and weapons, marching together with you. How can there be no clothes? Dear beloved, with sincere devotion; when the king raises his army, I prepare my bows and crossbows, sharing the same aspiration with you. My chariots have already attacked; my horses are already in unison. The four strong horses are sturdy; we drive our words eastward. The four yellow horses are harnessed; the two flank horses do not lean. Not losing their gallop, releasing arrows like shattering. The horses neigh softly; the banners flutter slowly. The infantry and drivers are not alarmed; the son of the great kitchen, not satisfied, at the summoning, has heard but there is no sound. Indeed, the noble person displays great accomplishment「

With a swish, like the sound of troops marching out, orderly steps treading on the ground, under the astonished gaze of everyone, a solemn ancient army with killing intent suddenly appeared in the black mist ahead; without exception they all held long-haired long shields, their marching steps orderly and disciplined, each step they took made people's hearts tremble.

」Qin battles the world, slaughter unmatched, sweeping across the six directions, only I am supreme……「Oh…… the horn sounds, the road to the Yellow Springs instantly becomes a bleak expanse; after that bleak atmosphere, there is a battle song that makes one's blood boil upon hearing it。

Not long after, the battle song abruptly ceased; a soaring killing intent instantly rose, making people panic, making them unable to breathe; the weak Han Duo even collapsed to the ground in an instant.

This aura…… seems so familiar!

Just as this thought rose in my heart, the great army with a swish opened to both sides, revealing a long passage. Immediately after, a tall figure clad in tall attire slowly walked out from the passage.

That tall figure's entire body was enveloped in black armor, even the face. The only thing exposed to the air, visible to people, was a pair of icy, cold eyes.

Is it him……?

PS: An aside fun fact: Speaking of which, last night her younger sister, following the wind, asked me: 'Why can't you sleep?' I said because……