Chapter 59 The Divine Underworld had a past; its canine teeth pressed against the back of Heng Qichun's neck. ...

The water in the Netherworld Pool was dark, cold, and gloomy. A sinister aura swirled up from the bottom of the pool and drifted to the Yi Emperor's hand, where it was gently brushed aside by a slender white finger.

Emperor Yi suddenly chuckled, his narrow eyes revealing a lazy expression, his voice soft and hoarse, and he suddenly softened.

“It’s none of your business,” he said. “The God is the supreme ruler of the six realms, and we demons and monsters should naturally obey the God’s commands.”

His words were loaded with hidden meaning; he outwardly flattered Heng Qichun, the supreme god, but inwardly showed no respect whatsoever.

Heng Qichun ignored his words and continued to carefully clean up his cuffs. Only after he had rolled up all the fabric did he look up at him again.

This glance was followed by a soft laugh. "In that case, your underworld messengers have been humiliating women on the ferry and attacking us 'dead' as well. It's time for the Underworld King to do something about it."

Emperor Yi's expression changed several times. He had been looking away with a sullen face, as if he was pondering what Heng Qichun had said.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand and formed a ghost seal. Ghostly energy surged from his fingertips, flowing directly towards the River of Ghostly Cries from which he had come.

After learning what had happened, he threw a command towards the other side of the underworld, "Tell them to get over here!"

Lou Yan was startled by the shout, and it took him a moment to realize that the Yi Emperor was questioning him.

Looking at that weary face again, it was now tinged with anger. He quietly exhaled, put away the ghost seal in his hand, and then stood up from the soft chair.

His gaunt figure caused the surrounding ghostly energy to tremble. Emperor Yi walked down the stone steps and stood in front of Heng Qichun with a sullen face.

He was two inches shorter than Heng Qichun, and his sickly face carried a hint of ruthlessness. When he looked up at Heng Qichun, he was arrogant and domineering.

After standing silently for a moment, Heng Qichun paid no attention to the look in his eyes, and Emperor Yi could only angrily flick his sleeve.

“That woman and child are dead, they are dead. She shouldn’t have begged me for a way to live in the first place, and I will never give her a chance to come back to life.” Emperor Yi looked at Heng Qichun and said sternly, word by word, “There are no such rules in my underworld.”

"It's fine, we'll do it your way."

It was like throwing a heavy punch at cotton, which bounced back lightly. The Yi Emperor's face darkened noticeably.

He paused, stood there staring at Heng Qichun for a moment, before noticing that the man in front of him was covered in wounds, his clothes were tattered, and he looked utterly disheveled.

Even so, he wouldn't let go of the wolf cub in his arms. Did he really think it was some kind of obedient and good spirit pet?

Emperor Yi sneered, his gaze sweeping over Heng Qichun and the Louyan on his shoulder, scrutinizing them from head to toe. Suddenly, he asked thoughtfully, "You didn't come here for this woman?"

"No," Heng Qichun said, "it was just a coincidence."

As soon as the words were spoken, Emperor Yi's expression softened slightly, but his yin gaze never left Heng Qichun.

He couldn't understand why a god would go to such lengths to enter the underworld, even at the cost of his own divine bones.

Heng Qichun didn't keep him waiting too long.

He raised his hand, formed a hand seal, and, enduring the discomfort in his body, softly recited a magic incantation. In an instant, black energy rippled in his palm, and a cold-glowing glass mirror appeared in his hand.

Several days have passed since Qin Jing first appeared on Mount Sixiang, and it has absorbed more and more ghostly energy. Even though it is in the underworld now, the large amount of black energy still made Emperor Yi's pupils shrink suddenly.

He bent down to look at the mirror, his thin lips moved slightly, and after a long while he hesitated before speaking: "This is... the Qin Mirror?"

"It's rare that you still remember." Heng Qichun put away the immortal technique, but let the mirror float in his palm. He said calmly, "The mirror you left behind absorbed the ghostly energy in the tomb, attracting countless demons to fight for it, and without exception, it reflected the original form of the demons that had already taken shape."

“The Four Symbols Mountain has suffered heavy casualties, with all kinds of demons killing each other. If we wait another day, it will lead to widespread devastation.”

"So that's what it was for." Emperor Yi chuckled. "Although this Qin Mirror was my plaything in life, I had already bestowed it upon the women in the palace."

"After thousands of years, isn't it inappropriate for the deity to use this mirror to settle old scores with me again?"

Perhaps anticipating his response, Heng Qichun remained unhurried, holding up the Qin mirror for Emperor Yi to see. "Do you know that after your death, the woman who received your reward was forced to be buried alive with you?"

Heng Qichun said, "Her remains have been left in your mausoleum for thousands of years. Her resentment has accumulated, and in order to devour human essence and blood, she has transformed into a demon."

"What?" Emperor Yi's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and covered the mirror, and the dense ghostly energy instantly wrapped around his fingertips.

In the netherworld, the King of the Underworld was so shocked that his eyes turned red, "A-Wu, she..."

“When a person dies, their sins are absolved, and all the sins you committed in your life are no longer counted against you,” Heng Qichun said. “But someone else will have to take the blame for you.”

Lou Yan couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

Only from the slightly reddened eyes and trembling shoulders of the Yi Emperor did he gradually realize that, having lived two lives, he had not even glimpsed a corner of the thousand-year-old feud between the divine and the underworld.

Heng Qichun and Emperor Yi must have had a past that was unknown to others.

After he got out, he had to find a way to probe the truth from Heng Qichun. Lou Yan thought.

"The magpie knows the wind." Seeing that Emperor Yi remained silent, Heng Qichun finally composed himself, called out a name sharply, and asked, "Do you still think the Immortal Realm shouldn't interfere in this matter?"

Lou Yan watched as Emperor Yi shrugged, took a few steps back, and turned his back, refusing to look at Heng Qichun.

He speculated that "Que Zhifeng" might have been the name of Emperor Yi during his lifetime.

A thin body stood with its back to them, its slender, prominent shoulder blades visible beneath a white, sandy robe. These blades opened and closed gently like butterfly wings, revealing the immense emotional turmoil of this monarch, revered as supreme by the demons of the Yi Emperor.

Heng Qichun remained silent, simply standing there quietly waiting, while pinching the furry paw that Lou Yan was clinging to his shoulder, signaling the little wolf to calm down.

The ghostly flames rose and fell, and a commotion seemed to come from afar—probably from the underworld officials who had been ordered by the Yi Emperor to come.

After a long while, Emperor Yi finally turned around with a sullen face. His chest heaved beneath his thin clothes, as if he was holding back a lot of anger.

He raised his sharp eyes to look at Heng Qichun, and before he could even speak, a small patch of red appeared at the corner of his eye. Perhaps he was so angry at the intruding deity that his voice even became hoarse.

“You shouldn’t have…” he began, but swallowed the words back and said in a different tone, “You shouldn’t have spoken to me in that tone.”

After saying this, he lowered his gaze again, refusing to meet Heng Qichun's eyes once more.

It's rather amusing that a dignified ruler of the underworld would be so concerned about the tone of others' voices when speaking to him.

"Then what tone should I use?" Heng Qichun couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, raising an eyebrow as she asked him, "Are you begging me?"

Emperor Yi exhaled a breath from his nasal cavity, clearly unconvinced, but when he looked up and met Heng Qichun's smiling eyes, he felt a surge of chaotic irritation.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around, and sat back down in his chair.

"It's just a mirror, is it really worth the God-Emperor sacrificing his divine bones?" He snorted again, reluctantly raising his hand to form a ghost seal. An octagonal black spider web immediately spread out, standing in the silent Netherworld Palace, weaving a net that could encompass all living beings.

A large swath of ghostly energy rose from between the spiderwebs, roaring as it rushed toward Heng Qichun and Lou Yan.

Lou Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and it clung tightly to Heng Qichun's shoulder with its front paws, hiding behind Heng Qichun's neck before the ghostly aura swept over.

And with its entire tail showing, it roared in Heng Qichun's ear—

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

A stringless harp!!

He had fought against the Yi Emperor before and witnessed his methods. If the Yi Emperor hadn't been terminally ill at that time and he hadn't already become the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, he might have suffered a loss at his hands.

Things are different now. He is just a wolf demon without any spiritual power, while Emperor Yi is full of energy and does not seem to be sick at all.

If a fight breaks out, he will definitely suffer a great loss!

With nowhere else to turn, the little wolf could only place its hopes on Heng Qichun. It clung to Heng Qichun's neck with all its might, howling and whimpering in his ear, trying to make Heng Qichun realize the seriousness of the situation.

As the ghostly aura emanating from the spiderweb grew stronger, Heng Qichun showed no intention of summoning the stringless zither.

Lou Yan grew increasingly anxious, and in desperation, she pressed her canine teeth against the back of Heng Qichun's neck, attempting to bite him hard.

As Heng Qichun frowned slightly, Lou Yanjian indeed tasted a hint of blood.

But it was too late.

With a twitch of his ears, he clearly heard the Yi Emperor unleash a burst of spiritual energy, overflowing with ghostly energy, which even completely devoured the Qin Mirror in Heng Qichun's hand.

"change--"

The last syllable of the word was drawn out for a long time. Before Lou Yan could figure out what kind of incantation he was reciting, he felt his body sink.

Its two front paws gradually lost their grip on Heng Qichun's shoulders, and it looked like they were about to slip down the tattered clothes.

Lou Yan inwardly cried out in alarm, fearing that the treacherous and cunning Yi Emperor had cast some kind of spell on him.

He closed his eyes tightly, fearing that he would die a tragic death here.

That damned Yi Emperor.

Even as a ghost, I will never let you go!

"……release."

Suddenly, Heng Qichun's voice reached Lou Yan's ears. Lou Yan temporarily interrupted the clamor in her heart, tilted her head, and opened her eyes in confusion.

The dark, murky ghostly aura had completely dissipated, and the crystal-clear Qin Mirror was being carefully examined by Emperor Yi.

Lou Yan sensed that the smile was full of ill intent. He frowned and turned his head back, his gaze inadvertently glancing at the front paws that were gripping Heng Qichun's neck, and he paused.

All he could see was his own strong, powerful hands, with clearly defined muscles and bones, firmly locking Heng Qichun's neck.

There were exactly ten fingers under his tanned skin.

Lou Yan then took pity on Heng Qichun and released him, hesitatingly raising his paw and waving it in front of his eyes to confirm that it was indeed a hand.

It's a human hand!

He turned back into a human! Hahahaha!!!

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Author's Note: [Laughing out loud][Laughing out loud][Laughing out loud]