Even though Daji was somewhat prepared, he was still shocked by Song Mengmeng's idea.

Xuanyuan Sword!

She really dares to think that way!

That kind of thing, it's their demon...

No, the woman in front of me isn't a demon!

"I can't get in." Although he admitted that he was hurt by the dimensional reduction effect of bloodline, some things are just undeniable. Not only him, but probably any other demon would not think of going inside to seek that kind of thrill.

It's not like they're really tired of living!

"With me here, what are you afraid of!" Song Mengmeng encouraged Daji to be the tour guide while taking out her phone and typing a message to the King of Hell: "Alright, alright, let's not delay any longer, let's go!"

"Where to?" Daji thought that he would be crazy if he actually listened to Song Mengmeng's words at this moment!

She is a divine beast, so of course she can go anywhere without any worries, but he is a demon!

For a demon to try and touch a divine artifact is clearly suicide! Even if he doesn't currently harbor any greedy thoughts of seizing the Xuanyuan Sword, it's impossible for him to enter the Xuanyuan Tomb based solely on his bloodline!

But that overwhelming sword energy would instantly reduce him to dust!

"Of course it's Xuanyuan Tomb! You don't actually want to help, do you?!" Song Mengmeng, who was busy explaining the situation to the Yama Emperor, was puzzled by Daji's silly behavior. She looked up, confused, and said, "You're such a coward!"

You were saying you were going to kill Orochi to get revenge, and now, after such a short time, you've already given up?!

"I didn't say I wouldn't seek revenge, it's just that your suggestion is clearly unrealistic!" Daji felt it necessary to educate this seemingly clueless little Pixiu about some details she might have overlooked: "You're a divine beast, so it might be acceptable for you to touch the Xuanyuan Sword; but I'm a demon!"

Given my identity, I'm afraid I'd be reduced to ashes by the leaking sword energy before I even entered the barrier of Xuanyuan Tomb!

I know you might say that I'm a great demon who has cultivated for thousands of years!

But a monster is a monster; before the Xuanyuan Sword, the concept of age simply doesn't apply!

Perhaps, in Xuanyuan Sword's eyes, his thousand years of cultivation are like aged wine, making him even more delicious to kill!

"But I also said I'm here!" Song Mengmeng looked at Daji, her ahoge (a single strand of hair sticking up) on her head swaying slightly. Hearing his words made her even more confused. Hadn't she already said that he didn't need to worry too much about entering Xuanyuan Tomb?

"Because he was afraid."

A deep, gentle male voice suddenly rang out in the relatively cramped and confined carriage. This unexpected turn of events startled Daji so much that her hand trembled. The speeding car swerved dangerously in an S-shape on the road before finally coming to a stop. Daji was so angry that she almost cursed him on the spot, ruining her image. However, when she met his calm eyes in the rearview mirror, this ancient demon who had lived for thousands of years felt fear for the first time.

It was a most direct warning that rose straight up his spine, and also the most instinctive intuition of an animal—if he really said what he was about to say, he might really die today.

"Why are you here?!" Song Mengmeng was obviously happy to see Yan Di! When she originally messaged him, she only told him about the current progress of the matter. Although she mentioned that she was going to retrieve the Xuanyuan Sword, she did not consider asking him to take action at all!

It wasn't that the young girl was overconfident, but rather that a small tomb like Xuanyuan Tomb was nothing in front of her Pixiu.

But she was still very happy that the King of Hell was coming. After all, it had been quite a few days since she had last seen him!

Hmm, I kind of want to!

Even though it's only a tiny fraction!

"I've finished my work and I've been thinking about you since I'm free." Yan Di reached out and ruffled Song Mengmeng's hair, chuckling as he replied, "Are you planning to leave right now?!"

"Yeah, this can't drag on any longer! So I thought we should just get it over with quickly! But he's trying to run away at the last minute!" Song Mengmeng pointed at Daji in the driver's seat with some dissatisfaction: "I told him I could protect him, but he just doesn't believe me!"

I'm so angry at the Pixiu!

Is her promise really that untrustworthy?!

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just..." Daji swallowed hard. Although she knew he was really cowardly in his current state, she felt that even if word got out, no one would dare to laugh at him.

After all, a monster that can face the mighty Taotie without flinching is probably yet to be born...

What are thousands or tens of thousands of years? In front of the Gluttonous Boss, they're nothing more than a bite or two, not even enough to fill a tooth gap!

"What is that?" Emperor Yan raised his eyes slightly and asked in a calm voice, "Is it a feeling of trepidation upon returning home? Or will going there remind you of some painful memories from the past?!"

"...It's not that bad." Daji sighed silently to herself. Fine, even if this trip is a death sentence, she has no choice but to go: "Let's change lanes at the tollbooth ahead!"

It takes about half a day's drive from here to Xuanyuan Tomb.

It's not shameful to be the Taotie boss's driver, so Daji didn't waste any more words and wisely accepted her new job.

If he serves the two powerful figures sitting behind him well, he might still have a chance to survive. But if he dares to rebel now, the consequences will be dire...

Well, he should be able to go to the place of the Five Grains Reincarnation tomorrow!

Seeing that Daji was sensible, the King of Hell didn't say anything more to him. Instead, he turned to the tired-looking girl and coaxed her softly, "We're still quite a distance from our destination. Do you want to lean on me and sleep for a while longer?"

"I'm really a little sleepy!" With Yan Di around, Song Mengmeng naturally let down her guard and caution. She lazily yawned and readily snuggled into Yan Di's arms, finding a relatively comfortable position and closing her eyes to catch up on sleep.

Seeing all this in the rearview mirror, Daji suppressed the feeling of being bloated, but couldn't help but mutter to herself—it was bad enough that she was the big boss's driver, but now she had to be fed dog food!

What's wrong with foxes? Foxes can overeat too, you know!

"Image design?" After Song Mengmeng fell asleep, Yan Di reached out and picked up the business card that Daji had just handed to Song Mengmeng, which she had casually placed on her seat. He looked at it before turning his attention back to Daji, who was driving in the front seat.

Being suddenly called out by a powerful figure startled Daji. However, she quickly recovered and responded, "Yes, it's just taking on some simple jobs to maintain a normal identity!"

For a monster to integrate into human society, no matter how powerful it is, it needs a legitimate identity!