Chapter 520

Thank you, two venerable gods, you two venerable gods are truly broad-minded, bright and upright, benevolent and righteous. Since that's the case, we'll be leaving now, goodbye to you two..." I bowed my waist and flatteringly thanked, then grabbed Han Duo and ran off quickly.

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

Gradually pulling Han Duo running far away, seeing that Black and White Impermanence didn't chase after us, I then breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

Turning around, I saw Black and White Impermanence like a ghost, with a whoosh it flew right in front of me. No, actually they are ghosts...

"Just now, what did you say your name was?" 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?" the Black and White Impermanence glanced at each other, nodded, then 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 to the Netherworld?

"Hehe, it's you guys, really making me and Lao Xie wait a long time..." Black Impermanence gave a weird laugh twice, then, as if changing the subject, pointed his hand at the tall hat on his head and asked me: "What do you think of this hat?"

I stared closely at Black Impermanence's hat for a long time, finally noticing a problem: Black Impermanence's hat seemed newer than White Impermanence's. The four characters "Peace Under Heaven" were also ridiculously bright. What's going on? Does the Netherworld have a uniform system? Do you have to pay for a uniform? 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 White Impermanence?

"Take another look..." Black Impermanence took off his tall hat; this time I could barely keep from laughing. Damn, the Black Impermanence of the Black and White Impermanence is actually a baldhead—who would believe that if I said it?

"Uh... Master Fan, you don't need to feel inferior; actually being bald is a good thing—bald men are usually important figures." I held back my laughter, almost unable to breathe.

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

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

"A bird...?"

"Yes, that's right, it's a bird, a fire bird..." the Black and White Impermanence said firmly in unison, a hint of chill flashing in their eyes as they rhythmically played with the Soul-Capturing Rod; their appearance and demeanor were like a ferocious-smiling figure approaching a prisoner chained all over and being roasted.

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

"You two venerable gods really like to joke—who's that awesome? Able to toss a bird down in Yangjian, or a fire bird... uh" I laughed halfway, then suddenly felt as if my throat was 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 Zheng ancestral home, 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 this dead gate communicated with the netherworld was just a joke, after all, the saying 'a well connects to the netherworld' is impossible to verify.

But now, looking at Black Impermanence's shiny bald head and the ferocious expression on the faces of 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 Zheng ancestral home.

"Wait, wait... two venerable gods, let's talk nicely, we're our own people. Alright, before you beat me up, can I make a request?" Seeing Black and White Impermanence step by step approaching, I panicked and spread my hands to block. As the situation grew more dangerous and Black and White Impermanence lost control, I had no choice but to reach out and voice my final request.

Black and White Impermanence coldly said in unison: "Speak..."

"My request is, could you not hit my face... sob!" As soon as I finished speaking, Black and White Impermanence almost simultaneously stretched out a hand, delivering a sharp slap left and right that struck my face and left 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 got angry, baring my teeth and glaring at Black and White Impermanence, but this anger was just a temporary flare from irrationality, and soon I wimped out again."

"Um… they say grievances have heads, debts have owners. That bird burned only the Black Sovereign God alone, doesn't care about the White Sovereign God's affairs, right?" I just hope one of the Black and White Impermanence can stop, so that when I get beaten, it won't be so severe.

"Oh, you mean whoever that bird burned can come to you for revenge, huh?" Bai Wuchang's lips twitched with a strange smile.

I swallowed, nodded, and said: "In theory, that's how it is!"

Bai Wuchang snorted coldly, then clapped his hands—whoosh! Countless yin soldiers and ghost generals instantly surrounded me.

Bai Wuchang stepped forward, stared at me, and sneered: "Old Fan burned the top of the head, but I'm not…… I burned…… this place……"

Bai Wuchang turned around…… and, damn it, twisted his butt toward me.

As Bai Wuchang made that turn, many yin soldiers and ghost generals tore off their clothes, and burns from fire marked various parts of their bodies.

Seeing the troops around us grow more numerous, I grew nervous, sweat beading in my palms. Though this fire bird is yang, with extremely strong yang energy, who would have thought it possessed such tremendous power, throwing the netherworld's offices into utter chaos.

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

"What to do? Toss it in a cold salad," Han Duo said. Before I could react, she sprang forward and kicked Bai Wuchang's butt hard, sending him flying like a dog eating feces.

"Outrageous! You dare cause trouble in the netherworld's offices, even beating Old Xie—do you still place the gods of the underworld in your eyes? Seize them!" Seeing Bai Wuchang kicked, Hei Wuchang's nostrils flared with rage, commanding the underworld's ghost troops to charge at us.

"Holy shit… run!" Seeing things go wrong, I hastily grabbed Han Duo and ran. I glared at her fiercely and scolded: "Are you messed up? Just recovering a bit of your power and you go lawless—you dare to hit Bai Wuchang!"

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

Sweat…… it's just the Black and White Impermanence? She says it so lightly, but are we even on their turf? Looking at Han Duo's contemptuous expression, I felt utterly speechless. Grandma, will you die if you don't act all high and mighty one day?

I'm not sure whether Han Duo's smugness will get me killed, but I can almost foresee my future—a boundless expanse of gloom.

As Han Duo and I sprinted straight toward the Huangquan Road, the yin soldiers and ghost generals caught up, once again encircling us in a small ring.

The situation was urgent; seeing Han Duo act first, I threw caution to the wind, drawing the Five Thunder Flower Characters and fighting these yin soldiers and ghost generals. But this isn't Yangjian—our power is severely restrained: the Samadhi True Fire talismans can't be used, and thunder techniques retain at most a third of their potency. Yin energy rages all around, a great boon for the yin 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 been fighting for just under three minutes when she clutched her forehead and collapsed. I startled, diverting 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 spells again; does she want her three hun and seven po to scatter forever, never to be reborn?

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

Immediately after, a loud "gang" rang out; Little Fat's figure shot forward, his tiny fist exploding with astonishing power, blasting a ghost soldier near me away in one strike.

"Huh…… what are these big and small ones? They seem to have the cultivation of a ghost immortal," the Black and White Impermanence exclaimed in surprise, twice, but that was all; without hesitation he lifted his soul‑capturing staff and slapped it down on Little Fat's head.

In a single round, the previously mighty Little Fat instantly became a soot‑covered, defeated loser. The Black and White Impermanence's soul‑capturing staff is designed specifically against ghosts; its power is like the Yin Mountain command flag—no, even a hundred times fiercer—striking ghosts makes them scatter, and a few more blows will prevent them from ever being reborn.

Little Fat was struck to the ground; having lost, he instantly 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 mind to stare at Little Fat, her eyes shining as she asked in amazement: "Who is this little fatty? He's so cute!"

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

The Black and White Impermanence leered as he drew near, and my spirits plummeted in an instant. Aside from Murong Jiaja, our combat power is as feeble as trash. Murong Jiaja is merely a ghost herself—she likely can't protect all of us here. Moreover, the Black and White Impermanence's soul‑capturing staff is no mere ornament; it's a divine artifact passed down for thousands of years for subduing ghosts.

"Heh heh, kid, I wonder what tricks you still have up your sleeve. Come along quietly with us—you and Wang Weiqiang of the Huaguang Dao, we've been day‑and‑night longing for you to visit the netherworld as guests." The Black and White Impermanence sneered, swinging his staff as he approached us.

That's definitely a lie spoken with eyes wide open; this eager anticipation probably just wants to skin us, break our bones, and then toss us into an oil pot for a wash!

As I was thinking of a retreat, while the Black and White Impermanence stepped closer step by step, suddenly, something happened that shocked everyone.

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

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

As we sensed that aura, the Black and White Impermanence's steps halted abruptly, he retreated a few steps warily. At that very moment, a neat, thunderous voice rang out in everyone's ears.

」How can we lack clothes? I share my robe with you. When the king raises his army, I ready my spears and halberds, sharing hatred with you. How can we lack clothes? I share my bath with you. When the king raises his army, I ready my spears and halberds, working side by side with you. How can we lack clothes? I share my lower garments with you. The king orders the army; I prepare my armor and weapons, marching together with you. How can we lack clothes? Dear sincerity, when the king raises his army, I ready my bows and crossbows, sharing purpose with you. My chariots have already attacked; my horses are already alike. Four sturdy horses, we speak of heading east. The four yellow horses are harnessed, the two flank horses do not lean. They do not lose their pace; letting loose arrows is like breaking. The horses neigh softly, the banners drift slowly. The drivers are not startled, the great kitchen is not full— the one summoned is heard but makes no sound. Truly, the noble one achieves greatness「

With a swish, like an army setting out, the sound of orderly steps treading on the ground, under everyone's shocked gaze, a solemn ancient army exuding 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 making people's hearts twitch.

」Qin conquers all under heaven, slaughter unmatched, sweeping aside **, only I am supreme……「Oh…… the horn sounds, the Yellow Springs Road instantly becomes a scene of sorrow; after that sorrowful aura, there is a battle song that makes one's blood boil upon hearing it。」

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

This aura…… seems so familiar!

Just as this thought rose in my mind, the army with a swish parted to both sides, revealing a long passage. Immediately after, a figure wearing tall attire walked slowly out of the passage.

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

Is it him……?