Chapter 961

"Where is Zhou Qingmei?"

He Ping spoke directly.

"No way!" Hearing He Ping's words, the Ox-Head jumped in fright and said, "No, no, no... Brother, anyone else would be fine, but this Zhou Qingmei is a no-go!"

"This is a matter the Prefect personally inquired about!"

"And the Prefect wants to interrogate her at any time; if something goes wrong, we're all finished!"

"It doesn't matter!" He Ping said. "When the time comes, you can just push all the blame onto me!"

"I will take full responsibility!"

It wasn't that He Ping was generous or fearless of death.

It was because he knew a little about the rules of the Underworld.

The rule of the Underworld is: liquidation after death.

Even if he were to wreak havoc in the Underworld today, once he returned to the Spirit Realm, it would be impossible for them to drag him back.

They could only wait until he died for the Underworld to continue settling the karmic force on him.

That would be a matter for many years later.

If I manage to become an immortal, I might not even enter the Underworld.

Why worry so much?

"My time is very tight!" He Ping said. "If you keep dawdling, someone among you is going to die!"

His voice was cold and stern.

Yet, electric sparks were crackling all over his body.

"Fine!" the Ox-Head said. "It's your doing anyway; we were just coerced, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Come over here!"

"Whether you can take the person away depends on your ability!"

Then, the Ox-Head led the way, with the others following behind.

Countless ghosts in the cages on both sides reached out their hands, all hissing and screaming, wanting to grab He Ping.

He Ping was puzzled: "What's going on? Why do they all want to grab me?"

Although they didn't catch him, seeing this scene was still quite terrifying.

The Horse-Face said, "Just ignore them. These are all phoenixes slaughtered in a certain True Spirit World. Who knows what happened, but trillions of phoenixes died overnight!"

He Ping:............

No wonder, no wonder!

Walking all the way to the end, He Ping finally saw Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei was now just a soul, curled up in a cage, but when she saw He Ping, she stood up excitedly, rushed to the edge of the cage, reached out her hand, and desperately tried to grab He Ping.

She made babbling sounds, speaking words he couldn't understand!

"Clang!"

The Ox-Head opened the cage.

"Collect..." Jin Ku did not hesitate at all, directly taking out the Buddha Flame Bead and sucking Zhou Qingmei's soul into it.

"Follow us!"

He Ping said, "After we leave this realm, I will let you return!"

Thus, He Ping and Jin Ku secretly bundled up the Ox-Head, Horse-Face, Zhao Xiangdu, and the others, walked out of the great hall, left the city of this Underworld, and arrived at the Huang Quan.

The black water of the Huang Quan surged with monstrous waves!

A tiny boat traveled through the flood, with wisps of Yin evil energy attacking from time to time.

He Ping's spiritual sense scanned the surroundings from time to time.

The small boat moved from a large river into a small one, and then into an even narrower stream.

"Almost there!" Jin Ku's voice was trembling. "In another half a stick of incense, we can leave this Underworld realm!"

Once they left the Underworld and reached the void, the Underworld would not pursue them.

However, just as He Ping breathed a sigh of relief, the small boat speeding through the Huang Quan suddenly stopped.

A cultivator dressed in white descended from the void, one leg stepping heavily onto the bow of the boat.

Then he put his other foot down as well.

The small boat bobbed up and down in the black Huang Quan.

He Ping's heart skipped a beat.

The Ox-Head, Horse-Face, and the four ghost messengers around them all knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the man in white.

"Greetings, Prefect!"

"Peace be upon the Prefect!"

The Prefect in white looked like a middle-aged man in his forties from the mortal world, with a square face, thick beard, and burning eyes.

He Ping's spiritual sense scanned him, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"You all go back first; I will handle the matters here!" The Prefect in white waved his hand, and divine power descended, shattering He Ping's black chains one by one.

The ghost messengers and envoys who had broken free returned to the Underworld without looking back.

"Senior!" He Ping cupped his hands toward the man in white, his heart filled with anxiety.

The man did not attack him but stood with his hands behind his back, saying, "He Ping, is it?"

He Ping was dumbfounded: Good heavens, is my reputation even bigger than Wang Dun's, to the point that it has spread to the Underworld?

"Hehe..." The man in white gave a cold laugh and said, "Recently, in the True Spirit World where you reside, hundreds of millions of phoenixes have fallen, and countless phoenixes have come before me to lodge complaints against you!"

"It's no surprise that I recognize you!"

He Ping raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes... this junior is indeed He Ping from the Spirit Realm!"

The man in white said, "Within the Zhou Tian, there are hundreds of millions of True Spirit Worlds like the one you are in; these are merely spaces created by immortals!"

"What you call the Spirit Realm is, in the eyes of those in the Immortal Realm, just something called a 【True Spirit World】!"

"In every True Spirit World, sooner or later, a genius with Nine-Nine Luck like you will be born!"

"However, this Nine-Nine Luck is only your luck within the True Spirit World!"

"Once you ascend to the Immortal Realm in the future, the luck on your body will be reset!"

"Therefore, a prodigy in the True Spirit World is not necessarily a prodigy when they reach the Immortal Realm!"

He Ping took a deep breath and said, "Yes... this junior has been taught!"

The man in white said, "I am a judge of the 36th Prefecture under King Chu Jiang, named 【Cui Jue】!"

"I have roughly understood the matter regarding Zhou Qingmei!"

"She does not have deep karmic debt on her!"

"On the contrary, you have quite a bit of karmic debt on you!"

He Ping didn't know how to respond, so he could only cup his hands and say, "I beg the Prefect to show mercy and let me take her back to the Spirit Realm!"

"Very well!" Unexpectedly, Cui Jue agreed directly.

"However..." Cui Jue added, "I have one condition!"

He Ping was overjoyed: "May I ask, Senior, what is the condition?"

Cui Jue said, "The prefecture lacks Supreme Yang Qi. If you, He Ping, want to take Zhou Qingmei away, you must give me some Supreme Yang Qi!"

"Of course, I don't want your lifespan!"

"I have tens of thousands of ghost messengers under my command; even if I drained your lifespan, I wouldn't get much Yang Qi!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

The next moment, Cui Jue waved his hand, and a four-sided golden bucket appeared and flew to He Ping's side.

"This item is called the 【Qianyuan Golden Bucket】, and it can automatically collect the power of luck between heaven and earth!"

"Take this item back to the Spirit Realm and help me collect the luck of heaven and earth for three thousand years. Once you have collected one bucket of luck, I will let you and Zhou Qingmei leave!"

"How about it?"

Cui Jue looked at He Ping with a faint smile on his face!

He Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

The luck of heaven and earth?