Chapter 149 The Third Elder's Unauthorized Trespassing in the Underworld Gets Him Flattened
Meng Xuan, the third elder of the Tianxian Sect, descended upon the Yama King's Palace on a black cloud.
Although the body was killed, the spirit remained.
He came here to bypass the judge and negotiate directly with Yama, the King of Hell.
When Yama arrived, he saw Meng Xuan standing blankly in the hall, with his back to him.
The King of Hell's mouth twitched.
Meng Xuan did not turn around, but spoke softly, "King Yama, in my previous life I was the Third Elder of the Tianxian Sect. I have come here to ask you to arrange my reincarnation first."
"I will not drink the Meng Po soup, and I want to retain the power and memories carried in my soul. Once I have a physical body and grow up, I will surely ascend to heaven again and become the Third Elder..."
"You make the arrangements for me, and I'll make sure the entire cultivation world takes good care of your underworld..."
Meng Xuan stood tall and straight, and although he was a ghost, he had a certain air of immortality about him.
The King of Hell slapped him across the face, yelling, "You son of a bitch!"
Mengxuan took a hard hit.
Where the King of Hell slapped him, a black hole appeared, and the pain was terrifying.
"You, you actually have no fear of the Immortal Realm? You dare to hit me?"
"Who do you think you are? What is the celestial realm? You dare to trespass into the Yama's palace without going through the underworld? I think you're tired of living!" Yama waved his hand.
Unable to control himself, Meng Xuan prostrated himself on the ground and knelt before the underworld ruler he despised.
Cold sweat dripped down his face.
How? How is that possible?
He's the Third Elder, with such high cultivation, yet he can't use any of his power?
It seems the underworld isn't as terrible as the Grand Elder described...
He thought that the underworld was just a group of mortal ghosts making a territorial alliance and having a carnival.
"You? How dare you despise the Immortal Realm?" The Third Elder was sweating profusely.
Yama smiled contemptuously, "I am under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. I have never heard of any celestial realm or anything like that."
What immortal realm? It's just a group of cultivators who found a high-altitude place to establish a sect, claimed the land, and called themselves the immortal realm.
The true immortal realm is only the Heavenly Court above the Nine Heavens.
Mengxuan maintained his immortal demeanor and stubbornly retorted, "The Immortal Realm is only a step away from the Heavenly Court. You will regret it if you dare to treat me like this."
"You broke the rules and trespassed into the underworld. What crime will you be punished for?"
Yama, the King of Hell, rested his chin on his hand in thought, his expression quite amused.
Meng Xuan's forehead twitched.
How dare they punish him?
He was killed by the vengeful ghost Fu Tu and the judge, and he didn't say anything. This King Yama is indiscriminate and dares to punish him.
"Instead of thinking about how to punish me, why don't you think about how your judges will punish Qingbao for interfering in the affairs of the celestial realm and disrupting the law of cause and effect? Give me justice!"
He went out to save his apprentice, but was killed on the way back. Who can tolerate this?
Accomplice or underlings of the King of Hell!
"Punishing the judge?" Yama stroked his cheek. "Such an obscure term..."
"If you hadn't committed crimes and done all sorts of bad things, why would the judge want to kill you?"
This is the question posed by the King of Hell.
This made Mengxuan feel a little guilty.
The King of Hell continued, "If I have evidence of your crimes, guess who will die first, you or the judge? Or will you die and the judge survive?"
Meng Xuan's lips slowly curled up, her eyes shining, "But you have no evidence against me!"
He had witnessed it; before Fu Tu killed him, he had seen the charges against him in Qing Bao's hands.
Qingbao is now a mortal, so she certainly can't descend as quickly as I can.
Just as he was feeling smug.
Swoosh—
A scroll flew in front of me and unfurled with a whoosh.
The paper was covered with names, totaling more than 1,700...
Mengxuan collapsed, her hands supporting her body instantly going limp.
He turned his head to look.
Just then, Fu Tu slowly floated over. His face was cold and indifferent, like a ghost or an immortal.
"You...how could you..."
How dare he, a vengeful ghost, who has lingered in the River of Oblivion for a thousand years, venture into the Hall of Yama?
"I acted legally and compliantly." Fu Tu raised the token given to him by Qing Bao, which floated on the Yama King's desk.
Yama picked up the hair from the judge's pen, his eye twitching slightly.
The Judge's Pen has truly found a good master.
So far, only two hairs have been lost.
Unlike the previous judge who almost ripped Bibi out of her bald spot, Bibi underwent a major hair transplant before being handed over to Qingbao...
It was incredibly tragic.
Yama sent the hair back to Fu Tu's hand. "I understand."
"This is the list of crimes committed by Meng Xuan, the third elder of the Tianxian Sect. It was obtained by Qingbao from the Book of Life and Death, and it is absolutely genuine."
At this moment, even the unruly Fu Tu treated Yama with great courtesy.
His cultivation level was no lower than Meng Xuan's. He had been a cultivator and a vengeful ghost for thousands of years, but he had always been too lazy to pay attention to the people of the underworld.
Even now, people who ask for justice from such individuals should be treated with utmost respect.
Where does Mengxuan get his arrogant confidence?
The King of Hell handled things much faster, simply asking, "Do you acknowledge it?"
"I only trapped the elder of the divination sect; I didn't kill the others." Meng Xuan's eyes were bloodshot.
Fu Tu sneered, his eyes flashing with bloodlust. "You were imprisoning the Guamen elder while simultaneously ordering your disciples to commit massacres. Wasn't that right?"
"Yes...yes!"
Mengxuan's heart trembled.
How come he can't lie?
You're so sharp-tongued!
"You forced our elders to watch your disciples slaughter us, and then, amidst the corpses strewn across the ground, you gloated and boasted that your disciples were inferior to yours, didn't you?"
Fu Tu's voice trembled slightly.
Meng Xuan felt a cold sweat drip to the ground, struggling to suppress her voice, "Yes!"
Fu Tu trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot.
"After everyone died, you summoned the elder to resolve the divination difficulty for your disciple, promising to spare his life. But after he finished speaking, you killed him. You are utterly inhuman and lack integrity, aren't you?!"
Mengxuan couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground. "Yes...yes!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I was prepared to imagine your wickedness, but I was clearly not prepared enough."
King Yama looked at the list of crimes and shook his head.
Even generals who die in battle cannot bear so many lives.
The most evil is not a ghost, nor a mortal, but an immortal who can protect mortals...
How ironic.
"Lord Yama, please cast Mengxuan's soul into the River of Oblivion..." Fu Tu said respectfully.
The River of Oblivion is filled with countless vengeful ghosts without consciousness. As long as a soul is thrown in, they will rush up and devour it to strengthen themselves.
Once a spirit becomes powerful enough, it will develop its own consciousness, and only then can it be considered a vengeful ghost with an independent soul.
Fu Tu endured such torment, constantly being devoured in the River of Oblivion, and then used his powerful resentment to devour others...
Over time, his resentment grew stronger, and his cultivation level increased.
King Yama: "Judgment: Immortal Ghost Meng Xuan, throw him into the River of Oblivion to be devoured by ten thousand ghosts and perish..."
Fu Tu had once let Si Yao slip through his fingers, but this time, he personally led the ghost messengers to bring Meng Xuan to the banks of the River of Oblivion.
Looking at the dark, boundless River of Oblivion, Mengxuan felt a sense of fear.
Fu Tu sneered, "Don't be afraid, our Gua Sect of 1,700 people have been waiting for you for a long time."
They're all beneath the River of Oblivion.
It seemed that as long as Fu Tu gave the order, the black mist would rush up and devour him until not even bones and scraps were left.
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