175: Chapter 174 Entering the Underworld, the Working-Class 'Underworld General'

Ye Qingxuan reviewed the stream of information within his Sea of Consciousness, slowly opening his eyes a moment later, and thought to himself, 'It really is just as I guessed.'

Immediately, Ye Qingxuan used his Divine Sense to convey all his inner calculations to the Heavenly Dao.

The Eye of the Heavenly Dao flickered slightly. Within those habitually cold and merciless vertical pupils, a trace of joy quietly flashed, and the gaze directed at Ye Qingxuan concealed a trace of imperceptible gentleness and pride.

Ye Qingxuan even suspected that he was seeing things. The Heavenly Dao was inherently merciless and selfless, yet this expression looked like something he had seen somewhere before. He thought back carefully, but ultimately could not figure out the reason.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and tossed a wisp of the Origin of the Heavenly Dao toward the Eye of the Heavenly Dao.

After the Eye of the Heavenly Dao received it, it dissipated into the Void Realm.

"Since it is like this, then this poor Daoist will act without holding back!"

Watching the Heavenly Dao leave, the figure of Ye Qingxuan flashed, and he instantly moved to the foot of Mount Tai.

He took out the Yin and Yang Token, circulated his magic power to activate the token, and before long, the Void Realm began to undulate, and the Ghost Gate slowly appeared.

Accompanied by a creaking sound of the door opening, the Ghost Gate slowly opened wide, and two underworld guards stepped out.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan, the two could not help showing surprise and asked, "Daoist Ye, why have you come to this place?"

Ye Qingxuan was slightly stunned, thinking to himself, 'The underworld guards actually recognize me.'

He looked closely and realized that these two were newly appointed underworld guards—ghosts from Blue Star who carried Karma and had officially entered the roster of Hell.

Ye Qingxuan said, "This poor Daoist has come to seek the two Yin Commanders, Black and White Impermanence."

The two underworld guards hurriedly bowed in salute, "Lord Qi and Lord Ba have long given instructions. If Daoist Ye graces us with his presence, there is no need for us to report; please enter on your own, Daoist."

Having said that, the two raised their hands in a gesture of guidance, making way on both sides.

Ye Qingxuan cupped his hands and said, "Many thanks."

With that, he raised his foot and stepped through the Ghost Gate, heading toward the inner mansion. Having visited Hell before, he knew the location of the residence of Black and White Impermanence and headed straight there.

Just as he walked up to the gates of the mansion, the two large doors suddenly swung inward, and the voice of White Impermanence came from inside the courtyard, "Welcome, Fellow Daoist Ye, please come inside for a chat."

Ye Qingxuan pondered inwardly, 'Why does the voice of White Impermanence sound as if he has met his savior?'

Moreover, in this setting, it was as if everything had been arranged long ago, and his actions were completely within the expectations of the other party.

He did not dwell on it too much; since things had already reached this point, he wanted to see what the two actually intended to do.

Stepping into the courtyard, Black and White Impermanence were sitting by a stone table, exuding a heavy aura of workplace exhaustion.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan, the two weakly raised their hands to signal, "Fellow Daoist, please sit."

Ye Qingxuan looked into their eyes; they were not controlled by the wills of their main bodies, but why did they seem to carry the grievances of working-class laborers?

Without further politeness, he sat down directly and said, "It seems the two Yin Commanders already know the purpose of this poor Daoist's visit this time."

Black Impermanence was silent, merely staring blankly at the stone table.

Xie Bian took out a jade box and a jade bottle, pushing them across to the table, "The King of Hell had already ordered the two of us to prepare these for Fellow Daoist."

Ye Qingxuan felt a bit curious, "Could it be that the two of you also watched the National Fortune Live Broadcast Room?"

The two nodded slightly. Just as Ye Qingxuan was about to continue asking, he was interrupted by Xie Bian raising a hand.

"Fellow Daoist need not ask too much. Once Fellow Daoist survives the Immortal Ascension tribulation, all answers will naturally come to light. This is the Other Shore Flower and the water of the Yellow Springs that Fellow Daoist needs. Please accept them."

Ye Qingxuan took the jade box and jade bottle, put them away properly, and then spoke, "This poor Daoist still has one more favor to ask."

Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances. The eyes of Xie Bian carried a wicked smile, while the eyes of Fan Wujiu were filled with heartache.

"This poor Daoist hopes to borrow the Yin-Yang Road of Hell to go to another world."

Hearing this, Xie Bian laughed aloud, "Haha, Old Fan, you lost! Hand it over quickly!"

With a look of extreme heartache, Fan Wujiu took out a wooden box exuding Yin Qi and handed it to Xie Bian, "Sigh, can romantic love really intoxicate people so much? Even you, Fellow Daoist Ye... It seems I still have a lot to learn!"

Xie Bian: "Haha, Old Fan, learn more. It is still Old Xie here who is clever. I will gladly accept this Samsara Tea of yours."

Ye Qingxuan said speechlessly, "The two Yin Commanders actually used this poor Daoist to place a bet?"

Xie Bian said, "Last time, when Fellow Daoist borrowed the Yin-Yang Road to go to that world, I could already tell that Fellow Daoist is definitely the most carefree person I have ever seen. Whatever is in your heart, you act on it without reservation, so I made a bet with Old Fan."

"This Samsara Tea is an even greater treasure to us underworld gods; it can temper the Divine Soul and enhance cultivation."

Xie Bian continued, "Old Fan is just a rough brute; how could he understand these things? Haha, I will gladly accept this wager."

Hearing the words of Xie Bian, the already dark face of Fan Wujiu grew even darker as he glared at Ye Qingxuan with bristling mustache and staring eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan raised his hand to scratch the tip of his nose with slight embarrassment and said, "Since that is the case, this poor Daoist will not let the two of you help in vain."

As his voice fell, two wisps of the Origin of the Heavenly Dao emerged from his palm.

It was the portion given by the Heavenly Dao of the Super God World, accounting for about ten percent of its Origin. Ye Qingxuan had divided it equally into ten parts, and one wisp had already been given to the Heavenly Dao of Blue Star.

At this moment, he separated another two wisps and pushed them before the two as a reward for passing through.

Gazing at the Origin of the Heavenly Dao floating in the palm of Ye Qingxuan, Black and White Impermanence abruptly stood up together, their faces filled with disbelief.

Fan Wujiu asked in a startled tone, "Does Fellow Daoist understand just how precious this Origin of the Heavenly Dao is?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan first nodded, then gently shook his head, "The Origin of the Heavenly Dao is indeed precious, but to this poor Daoist, it cannot compare to seeing her once."

Thinking of the face of Bai Yuekui, a gentle smile unconsciously curved the corners of the lips of Ye Qingxuan.

Black and White Impermanence looked at each other on the spot, truly unable to fathom how the single word love could make someone abandon such a treasure.

Just as the two were filled with doubts, a resonant and majestic voice suddenly sounded.

"This monarch approves."

Hearing the sound, several of them turned their heads simultaneously. Unbeknownst when, a tall, upright, and solemn figure was quietly standing under the courtyard corridor.

He wore a pure black, wide-sleeved brocade robe inlaid with dark gold patterns. The dark patterns appeared and disappeared faintly as Yin Qi circulated, understated yet carrying a supreme majesty of its own.

His black hair was neatly bound up, and he wore a beaded crown, surrounded by the purple Qi of the netherworld.

His face was square and solemn, his contours deep and stern, his skin pale, his eyebrows and eyes slender and sharp, and his eyes as pitch-black and deep as an endless abyss, exceptionally majestic.

King Yanluo?!

Seeing the newcomer, Ye Qingxuan immediately recognized his identity, hurriedly stood up, and was about to bow and salute.

Seeing this, King Yanluo hurriedly raised his hand and reached out to steady Ye Qingxuan; he dared not accept this bow from Ye Qingxuan.

This King Yanluo was an Incarnation of the King Yanluo of the Sole True Realm.

Not long ago, a heaven-shaking commotion broke out in the Earth Immortal Realm. Heavenly Venerable Lingbao, Goddess Nuwa, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and Emperor Haotian had almost beaten up Patriarch Minghe on account of Ye Qingxuan.

Relying on the protection of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, King Yanluo had watched that storm from afar, and through the Great Emperor of Fengdu, he had learned of the background of Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan was of the Innate Human Race, with as many as ten big shots watching over him from behind.

There were Heavenly Venerable Lingbao, Goddess Nuwa, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the superior of his superior—Emperor Haotian.

So many big figures valued Ye Qingxuan; this person was either a prospective Disciple they favored, or a Junior whom a crowd of big shots placed high hopes on.

Regardless of which identity it was, it was definitely not something he could afford to offend.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan intended to bow and salute, King Yanluo tightened up abruptly, hurriedly reaching out to steady him while secretly breaking out in a cold sweat.

Originally, he had only taken Ye Qingxuan to be a Junior of the Shangqing Sect with a minor stroke of fortune, at most gaining a bit of favor from Goddess Nuwa. He never dreamed that he could alarm so many big shots into taking action together.

King Yanluo judged inwardly that this person would definitely be able to ascend to the Daluo Realm in the future, whereas the main body of King Yanluo was merely infinitely close to Daluo.

Looking at the actions of the King of Hell, Ye Qingxuan was full of puzzlement. Even though he was of the Innate Human Race and favored by Goddess Nuwa, it shouldn't have caused the King of Hell to react with such intensity.

The main body of King Yanluo was, after all, a top-tier mighty figure across the heavens.

The King of Hell spoke, "Fellow Daoist Ye, Hell accepts this gift of yours. From now on, Fellow Daoist can freely travel back and forth between the two Realms. Speaking of which, these two wisps of the Origin of the Heavenly Dao have actually done Hell a huge favor."

Between his words, King Yanluo sighed inwardly with a somewhat strange look in his eyes as he sized up Ye Qingxuan from top to bottom.

Ye Qingxuan grew even more puzzled, "Please speak plainly, King of Hell."

As soon as those words fell, Black and White Impermanence on the side both looked at Ye Qingxuan with faces full of grievance.

In the end, it was Xie Bian who spoke out in complaint:

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you must have had a terribly satisfying time slaughtering everywhere in the National Destiny Space, but have you ever considered that within just a few days, billions of living beings died? A massive flood of ghosts poured into Hell all at once, directly multiplying our workload several times over."

"We had to work overtime to process that previous batch of ghosts, and before we could even catch our breath, you sent over another several billion ghosts in the blink of an eye. Moreover, most of these ghosts are riddled with crimes; according to the laws, they must all be cast into Hell to suffer punishment."

Fan Wujiu took over the conversation and continued, "Right now, Hell is almost unable to hold them all. The Origin of the Heavenly Dao brought by Fellow Daoist can happen to be used to expand the space of Hell."

After hearing this, Ye Qingxuan raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose with a hint of awkwardness. At the time, he was only focused on gratifying his reckoning and hadn't expected to add such a heavy burden to Hell.

Ye Qingxuan said, "That being said, it is indeed this poor Daoist's fault. Please rest assured, King of Hell and the two Yin Commanders; if I enter the National Destiny Space again in the future, this poor Daoist will try to collect more World Origins to give to Hell."

Hearing this, the King of Hell waved his hand, "Forget it, as you wish. You people of the Taoist sect have always been like this; put nicely, it's inaction and detachment, but spoken plainly, it's acting lawless and unruly. Taking in ghosts is originally the bounden duty of Hell; it just takes a bit more effort and energy."

As his voice fell, the figure of King Yanluo dissipated, having already returned to the Hall of Senluo.

Watching his dissipated figure, Ye Qingxuan couldn't capture a single trace at all, thinking to himself that this Clone of King Yanluo had a cultivation of at least the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Turning to meet the grievance-filled gazes of Black and White Impermanence, Ye Qingxuan involuntarily recalled the image of the endlessly working-overtime laborers from his past life, causing his scalp to tingle for a moment.

He immediately cupped his hands in a salute, "Since that is the case, two Yin Commanders, this poor Daoist will take his leave now."

With his words falling, his figure flashed, heading straight toward the Yin-Yang Road.

Watching the receding figure of Ye Qingxuan, the two Black and White Impermanence, exuding a full-bodied working-class laborer aura, could only smile wryly and shake their heads helplessly.

Xie Bian sighed, "Let's go, Old Fan, back to work overtime."

Fan Wujiu couldn't help complaining in his heart, "Sigh, the King of Hell only just permitted us to rest for a moment; why did this Fellow Daoist Ye leave so decisively? If he could have stayed a little longer, we could have stolen a bit more leisure time."