After leaving the palace, Lu Fuyue appeared to be strolling around the most bustling streets of Zhongdu City, but in reality, she had her own purpose in going to each place, aiming to find out the most well-informed people in the area.

However, this information could not be openly inquired about, so it could only be secretly deduced from the conversations of these ghost cultivators.

The places they frequently mention are often the places where it's easiest to get the information they want, such as the underworld market they talk about.

The Underworld Market is the largest black market in the Underworld, similar in nature to the Ghost Market in Youming City, but with some differences. This is because the ghost cultivators there only recognize Yin Stones, which are equivalent to spirit stones in the cultivation world.

Lu Fuyue didn't possess a single Yin Stone, and even exchanging it for spirit stones wouldn't be enough. Moreover, only ghost cultivators could enter the Underworld Market; other cultivators couldn't even get through the entrance.

Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened slightly. The Yin Stone was easy to obtain because the Black Profound Stone had merged with the space, and many spiritual herbs had sprung up out of thin air in her space. Among them were some rare spiritual herbs from the Netherworld, such as the seventh-grade Cold Yin Grass, the eighth-grade Bone Fragrance Grass, and the rare ninth-grade Netherworld Spiritual Grass.

She only had one of these Ninth-Grade Netherworld Spirit Grass in her space. The cultivation herb encyclopedia had mentioned that the Ninth-Grade Netherworld Spirit Grass had great miraculous effects, but it did not specify what those effects were.

Strangely, as a rare ninth-grade spiritual herb, the ancient books only used a few words to summarize its effects, without describing its specific appearance or effects. How could this not arouse curiosity?

It was precisely because of this that Lu Fuyue's memory of the Netherworld Spirit Grass was so profound. So much so that when that spirit grass with petals resembling a beautiful face filled with sorrow grew in the space, she immediately consulted various ancient books and pieced together its identity from fragments of information—the Netherworld Spirit Grass, hailed as a supreme treasure of the underworld.

As Lu Fuyue strolled through the bustling streets, she pondered to herself how to enter the Underworld City.

This is a tricky problem.

...

There is no distinction between day and night in the underworld; the sky is always gray.

After getting the information she wanted, Lu Fuyue was about to turn around and go back when she suddenly smelled the aroma of wine wafting from not far ahead.

She stood there for a moment, then headed towards the restaurant. As soon as she sat down, a waiter greeted her warmly, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

Lu Fuyue sat down in a window seat on the second floor, her gaze falling on the bustling street outside. She said calmly, "Bring me a pot of your shop's signature dish, and some of the finest pastries."

The waiter's smile deepened: "Okay, senior, please wait a moment." Then he quickly turned and went into the kitchen.

A gentle breeze blew through Lu Fuyue's hair, making the red lotus on her forehead even more beautiful. She sat at the table, her fingers tapping lightly on the surface, her gaze drifting aimlessly out the window.

A rhythmic tapping sound rang out, and below, the streets were bustling with activity, punctuated by the occasional cries of vendors.

For some reason, from Youming City to the Underworld, the lifestyle of the cultivators here is very similar to that of the mortal world. Could it be that most of the ghost cultivators here are transformed from mortals after they die?

Soon, a pot of wine with a faint, intoxicating aroma was brought out, along with three plates of delicate pastries.

The waiter carefully placed the food on the table. "Please enjoy your meal, sir. I'll be going now. Please call me if you need anything."

Lu Fuyue nodded, looked at the white jade carved wine pot on the table, and paused slightly. This is... Netherworld Spirit Wine.

The Netherworld Spirit Wine was the kind of wine that she had heard ghost cultivators talk about the most on the street.

The last ingredient in it is Meng Po soup, which is brewed by Meng Po. However, it is different from Meng Po soup. Drinking it will not make you forget your past life.

Lu Fuyue lowered her eyes, poured herself a glass, and took a small sip. A strong yet sweet taste bloomed on her tongue. As she swallowed it, the aftereffects kicked in, and a strong burning sensation spread through her stomach.

The Netherworld Spirit Wine is a wine that wealthy ghost cultivators will drink after they become ghosts.

A moment later, after only one cup, Lu Fuyue's eyes were tinged with a slight reddish tinge. She put down the cup, got up and went to the window to get some fresh air, then left a pile of spirit stones.

...

Half a month later,

Lu Fuyue finally found out how to enter the Underworld City. As long as she could transform into a ghost cultivator, she would be qualified to enter the Underworld City. However, if she wanted to disguise herself as a ghost cultivator without any flaws, she would need to obtain one more thing: the personal belongings of a ghost cultivator with pure blood, such as hair, or something else.

A thought suddenly came to her mind: getting the hair wouldn't be difficult...

The next day,

Lu Fuyue walked through long corridors and various palaces, and arrived at Jiang Xun's bedroom.

Several powerful figures stood by the main gate of the sleeping quarters. When they saw Lu Fuyue arrive, they all took a step back and respectfully nodded slightly to her, "Greetings, Fairy Lu."

Throughout the entire palace, everyone knows that the human female cultivator who has only recently arrived by the king's side is someone even Prince Siyou has to give way to. Not only that, the king has even given her his token.

In particular, those who frequently accompanied the king were even more aware of the king's special treatment of Fairy Lu. Even Prince Siyou, the only one who could get close to the king, was no match for Fairy Lu.

Lu Fuyue paused, nodded to the group, and then pushed open the door to enter.

Lifting the layers of gauze curtains, Lu Fuyue immediately saw Jiang Xun sitting on the bed in a white nightgown. She lowered her eyes, chose a spot not too far away, and waited for his instructions.

When Jiang Xun saw Lu Fuyue enter, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, then slowly stood up and opened his arms, saying, "Help me dress."

Lu Fuyue nodded, walked to the carved shelf to the side, took the clothes hanging there and brought them to his side, and then slowly helped him put on the clothes.

Jiang Xun looked down at the woman's thick eyelashes and suddenly became lost in thought. He had never seen her so closely before when he was in that body.

A wave of heat washed over Jiang Xun's ears, and his heart began to pound. At that moment, he seemed to forget everything and could no longer help but lower his head. In an instant, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his burning gaze was fixed on Lu Fuyue's lips.