Chapter 241: Where Did This Brat Come From, Stealing My Authority?

Qiusheng, upon hearing this, panicked and plopped onto the ground, stammering:

“Lord of the Underworld?”

“Master, he’s your superior!”

Dong Xiaoyu was also stunned, her face filled with disbelief: “So Itachi’re the boss of the Underworld?”

Luo Jie stood with his hands behind his back, radiating an overwhelming aura.

He spoke calmly: “Shh, keep your voice down.”

“I’m on a secret inspection tour of the mortal realm, experiencing grassroots Daoist life.”

“Don’t go blabbing about this everywhere—it’ll make it hard for me to… uh, to observe the people’s conditions.”

Master Jiu stood in place, meticulously studying Luo Jie.

Hmm…

He really does carry the aura of an Underworld Emperor—this isn’t fake.

But he still didn’t believe it.

Luo Jie is the Lord of the Underworld?

How could that be possible!

After all, Master Jiu had been to the Underworld himself!

Not only had he been there—he held an official position and a rank within it.

He was one of the senior managers at the Underworld’s ghost money printing plant, responsible for maintaining the spiritual economy.

Even his own salary down below was printed by his own hands.

Though as a low-ranking but powerful official, he’d never met the Lord of the Underworld in person, he’d seen plenty of portraits.

Several of Maoshan’s ancestral masters had once served as advisors in the Underworld.

How could this man possibly be the Lord of the Underworld?

Yet the aura of his position was unmistakable.

Master Jiu was utterly baffled.

Who exactly is this guy?

Could he be a relative of the Lord of the Underworld?

A younger cousin?

A son?

Would he make things difficult for me?

Master Jiu didn’t want to lose his cushy post at the Underworld Bank.

Otherwise, when he died and went below, how would he live like a rich man?

Master Jiu cautiously asked:

“Mr. Luo, are Itachi truly the Lord of the Underworld?”

Luo Jie nodded, his tone calm: “No doubt about it.”

Master Jiu fell silent.

He suddenly realized something:

Though they’d only just met, Luo Jie was truly someone beyond ordinary understanding.

One moment he was a foreign monk, the next a master of traditional sorcery, now he claims to be the Lord of the Underworld.

Could it be…

That he’s some spoiled son of a high official, using his father’s seal to show off?

As Master Jiu wrestled with these thoughts, Luo Jie suddenly changed expression, his gaze sharpening.

Damn it!

His connection to the Underworld had been severed.

Not due to poor signal—it was a complete, total disconnection.

Luo Jie could sense it: the position of Lord of the Underworld had already been occupied by someone else.

He was too late.

In short, the Underworld no longer wanted him.

They were no longer family.

Though Luo Jie still retained the power of the Lord of the Underworld within him, it was due to the shared mechanism of the Grey Hall.

His power did not come from the Underworld—it came from himself.

Suddenly, a piercing sense of being watched surged from all directions.

It was a gaze from the depths of the netherworld, one that could pierce life and death, cut through yin and yang.

Luo Jie immediately activated his divine ability.

Return Heaven, Reverse Sun!

Through layers of space, he gazed directly into the Underworld’s nether realm.

Amid swirling dark energy, a magnificent golden palace slowly materialized.

Inside, a middle-aged man with a beard and a stern face sat upon the imperial throne, gazing calmly toward the mortal world.

Though he didn’t recognize this man,

Luo Jie instantly knew: the aura radiating from him was nearly identical to his own.

He was the true Lord of the Underworld.

This was bad.

Li Gui had met Li Kui.

No—Itachi’re the counterfeit.

I’m the real dragon!

The two stared across the void, locked in a silent struggle.

The Lord of the Underworld merely glanced at Luo Jie with mild curiosity.

Where did this brat come from, daring to steal my authority?

Yet he made no immediate move to suppress Luo Jie.

Perhaps he sensed Luo Jie’s strength and knew he couldn’t defeat him.

So he simply spoke calmly:

“Friend, if Itachi have time, come to the Underworld for tea.”

The voice crossed the boundary between yin and yang, echoing directly in Luo Jie’s mind.

Luo Jie smiled and replied: “Sure, I’ll definitely come next time.”

But inwardly, he had already decided:

I won’t go, not even if Itachi beg me.

Luo Jie had once ruled the Underworld in other worlds—he knew the true stature of the Lord of the Underworld.

That was the ultimate authority in the Underworld.

In the Underworld, his word was law.

What if he actually went there and was sentenced by a decree to be a prison warden in the Eighteen Layers of Hell?

That would be walking straight into the trap.

Still, Luo Jie sensed something.

Perhaps because this world was a hybrid cosmology, with not just one Underworld.

Or rather, not just one nether realm.

Egypt had Osiris’s domain, Norse had Hel’s realm of death, and even small nations had their own secret, minor nether realms operating quietly.

The Underworld was merely the largest among them.

Luo Jie’s lips curled slightly.

I can’t seize the Lord of the Underworld’s position?

Fine.

I’ll just move on and seize another nether realm instead.

He already had a plan.

First, take over a small nether realm and establish a foothold.

Then form a multinational Underworld conglomerate, recruiting Underworld officials.

Finally, kick out the Lord of the Underworld and declare myself CEO of the Underworld.

Beside him, Master Jiu watched Luo Jie alternate between deep thought and quiet smiles, and felt a creeping unease.

He couldn’t help asking: “Mr. Luo, are Itachi alright?”

Luo Jie snapped out of his thoughts and smiled lightly: “I’m fine—just had a little chat with the boss of the Underworld.”

Master Jiu nearly choked.

He stared wide-eyed, bewildered: “Didn’t Itachi just say Itachi were the boss of the Underworld?”

Luo Jie cleared his throat, offering a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Master Jiu, I lied to Itachi.”

“I’m not the boss of the Underworld—but I know the boss very well.”

The waters here run deep, Uncle Jiu, Itachi understand.

Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly, his mind flashing with countless thoughts, as if he had already imagined an entire palace intrigue drama of the Underworld.

This guy is definitely a connection kid.

No wonder he can casually resurrect the dead—he’s relying on connections.

Uncle Jiu silently prayed.

May the Ancestral Master protect me—please don’t drag me into this Underworld palace struggle.

I’m just a lowly clerk selling spirit money, printing cash is fine—I don’t want to lose my job or get promoted.

Qiu Sheng listened to the two men’s conversation, utterly baffled: “Master, what are Itachi talking about?”

Dong Xiaoyu also leaned over: “So Itachi really are the boss of the Underworld.”

Luo Jie smiled and explained: “Nothing much—just some underground matters.”

Uncle Jiu, with a serious expression, said: “Qiu Sheng, remember this: words invite disaster. Some things must not be asked lightly, or even I can’t protect Itachi.”

Qiu Sheng immediately nodded: “I’ll never dare again.”

At that moment, Luo Jie suddenly remembered something and turned to Uncle Jiu:

“By the way, Uncle Jiu, since we’re on this topic, I’d like to ask Itachi a question.”

Uncle Jiu eyed him warily: “What question?”

Luo Jie’s expression turned serious, his eyes glinting with a seductive light:

“Have Itachi ever thought of switching sides and working for me?”

Uncle Jiu froze: “Switching sides?”

(End of Chapter)