Ye Xingchen's actions aroused the extreme dissatisfaction of the underworld official. The black and white shadow slowly turned around, and two crimson lights shone through the other's blurry face.
These two streaks of light, like two crimson flames floating in mid-air, were the eyes of the Underworld Official.
"How dare you..."
A hoarse voice rang out, a sound like heavy metal rubbing against each other that pierced straight to the heart. The sound was like steel needles, gushing out of your ears and piercing deep into your soul.
"I have no intention of offending the Underworld Envoy, but these two spirits before me have not yet reached the end of their lifespan. I beg the Underworld Envoy to show mercy and release them." Ye Xingchen pushed his divine sense to its limit in order to barely communicate with the Underworld Envoy.
After all, the yin and yang are separated. Although the underworld messengers are officials of the underworld, they are ultimately transformed from souls. Ye Xingchen naturally cannot understand the ghost stories.
However, when one raises their divine thought, it is equivalent to a communication at the level of consciousness, so one can naturally understand what the other person is saying.
"Hehe..." The hoarse voice rang out again: "Once the Soul-Severing Rope is unleashed, the soul returns to the Yellow Springs. For thousands of years, the Yellow Springs Road has been the road of no return."
"But the underworld has always been a place where things only go in and never come out. You've already released them? Where do you get the audacity to demand them back?"
“But the Underworld Envoy has not yet entered the gates of the Underworld, let alone traveled the Yellow Springs Road. Moreover, the lifespan of this mother and child should not have ended. I beg the Underworld Envoy to show mercy.” Ye Xingchen patiently explained.
"I am an eighth-rank Soul Collector of the Underworld. Every day, more than a million souls die unjustly in the Underworld. Whether she and her son live to the end is up to me." The Underworld official spoke arrogantly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Get out of the way! Don't think that just because you're cultivators and can see through Yin and Yang, you can meddle in the affairs of the underworld. Your actions are defying the heavens. If you dare to stop us, you will be killed by a third-rank soul envoy from the underworld."
"So, there's no room for negotiation?" Ye Xingchen slowly raised his head, the respectful demeanor he had just put on had completely vanished.
"Discuss? Who do you think you are, to have the right to discuss with me? You are just a mortal, who has only cultivated a little bit of divine consciousness and can communicate with me."
The underworld official sneered, "Get out of my way, or I'll burn you to ashes."
"To be honest, compared to wandering ghosts, an eighth-rank underworld official like you only has a little more underworld energy," Ye Xingchen said leisurely. "Guess whether my Crimson Sky Sword can make you vanish into thin air."
"You dare!" The underworld official roared in fury, his crimson pupils narrowing slightly, revealing that his rage had reached its peak. "I am the Soul Locker of the Underworld, you..."
"So what? You're just an eighth-rank official. In my eyes, you're nothing but a wandering ghost." Ye Xingchen grabbed at the air with his right hand, and Chi Xiao returned to his grasp.
With a clear shout, Chi Xiao unleashed a three-foot-long sword light, and Ye Xingchen raised his right hand, about to sever the iron chain formed by the black energy.
Chixiao is extremely righteous and strong, and has an unparalleled nemesis to filthy things. Although this guy is an official of the underworld and has the blessing of underworld energy, he was still frightened and screamed when faced with Chixiao's radiance.
Just as Ye Xingchen's sword was about to strike...
"Ye Xingchen, wait a minute, Ye Xingchen." Just then, Zhang Shihao rushed over and stopped Ye Xingchen in time.
"What?" Ye Xingchen stopped.
"We should try to negotiate if we can. If we really break the Soul-Binding Lock, things will get complicated." Zhang Shihao ran to Ye Xingchen's side and whispered, "He's a Underworld Official after all. We should give him some face."
"We discussed it, but couldn't reach an agreement." Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"You absolutely must save those two people?" Zhang Shih-hao asked.
"We must save them." Ye Xingchen nodded.
"Aren't you afraid of offending the underworld officials, damaging your yin virtue, and shortening your lifespan?" Zhang Shihao stared at him.
"I'm not afraid," Ye Xingchen said, raising his sword again.
"Okay, okay, I understand. I'll talk to him." Zhang Shih-hao quickly stopped him.
Ye Xingchen sheathed his sword: "Five minutes. We can't delay any longer, otherwise the soul will be separated from the body for too long and it will harm the body."
"Um, brother, may I have a word with you in private?" Zhang Shih-hao clasped his hands in a fist salute and approached the haunted mansion.
"And who are you?" the underworld official asked, still shaken.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid of that sword strike. To be honest, his strength was not much different from that of a wandering ghost.
But with the aura of the underworld surrounding him, even ordinary ghosts tremble in fear upon seeing him.
However, if a cultivator were to openly confront him, he would be no different from a grandson.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Zhang Shihao, a direct disciple of Zhang Guangling, the contemporary Celestial Master of the Xuan Yi School of Qiwu Mountain." Zhang Shihao first introduced himself.
“My master, Zhang Guangling, was a messenger of the underworld at that time, and he often traveled to the underworld to discuss official business.” Zhang Shihao asked, “What is your surname, sir?”
"I am..." the underworld official introduced himself, "Your master is Zhang Guangling?"
“Yes, it’s the real deal.” Zhang Shihao said confidently, “Moreover, our Xuan Yi Sect also has an ancestor named Zhang Lingjun who passed away as an immortal. It’s definitely a true brother.”
"So what?" Wu Wei composed himself: "I'm doing this on official business. No matter who comes today, it won't make a difference. I have to take these two people with me."
“Friend, don’t be so stubborn. These two people have not yet reached the end of their lifespan. What you are doing is illegally capturing their souls. It won’t be good if this gets back to the Ghost Bureau, will it?” Zhang Shih-hao said.
"The affairs of the underworld are none of the business of the living." Wu Wei snorted, then resumed his cold demeanor. "It is my duty to capture souls. Even your master, Zhang Guangling, would not dare to stop me from capturing souls."
"You've really given me the nerve?" Ye Xingchen stared coldly at Wu Wei, already itching to take action.
"I warn you..." Wu Wei pointed at the two of them, his voice hoarse, "Obstructing me from capturing souls is disrupting the order of the Three Realms, do you dare..."
Before the guy could finish speaking, Ye Xingchen had already given up on arguing with him. He waved his right hand, Chixiao, and with a crack, a crack appeared in the Soul-Binding Lock.
Wu Wei's expression froze... then he revealed an incredulous look: "You dare to break the Soul-Binding Lock? Aren't you afraid that the Third Rank Underworld Official will come and take your soul? Aren't you afraid of disrupting the order of rebirth in the Three Realms?"
"To hell with order, open it for me." Ye Xingchen's hand trembled again, and with a snap, the Soul-Binding Lock broke.
With a swift grab of his right hand, two souls flew into his grasp.
"You dare to meddle in matters of the underworld? You're insane... you're really insane!" Wu Wei screamed.
Seeing Ye Xingchen turn around and strike down at him from the Crimson Sky, he screamed even louder: "You dare to kill the Underworld's official in charge of the Underworld, you will be punished by Heaven!"
"Anyway, there are countless underworld officials like you in the underworld. Sometimes, you can swallow demons from the Nine Netherworlds with ease. Losing one or two is nothing." Zhang Shihao said with a cold look on his face.
Damn it, I am, after all, a successor of the Xuan Yi Sect, a legitimate Taoist, and my master Zhang Guangling can even travel to the underworld to handle matters.
This bastard won't give me any face at all? Screw you, if you don't give me face, I'm not going to serve you anymore.
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