The surrounding alchemists held their breath, looking at Ruoruo with a hint of fear, and subconsciously took a step back and lowered their heads.
The pressure from the Underworld King made Ruoruo almost unable to breathe, but she stubbornly stood still, her hands gradually clenching into fists, her nails just like her palms, forcing herself to stay awake.
Mo Jinyan exhaled a mouthful of Phoenix True Fire, barely managing to shield Ruoruo from the pressure of the Underworld Lord.
"If you kill me, then your underworld will truly be beyond saving. Even if you give these pills to your alchemists, they will never be able to figure out what the spiritual medicine inside is."
Ruoruo stood stubbornly in place, never retreating an inch.
She hadn't forgotten her purpose in coming to the Underworld. Even though this trip to the Underworld was unexpected and she had been forcibly brought there, she knew she would come to the Underworld sooner or later, and this was actually an opportunity for her.
She wants to use this incident to gain access to the Shura Sect.
The oppressive aura of the Underworld Lord Zhou Shen suddenly dissipated, and he clutched his stomach and laughed out loud. His laughter was crisp and clear, and his smile was bright and sunny.
"Little sister, you are so cute." He said with a smile, seemingly really liking Ruoruo.
He stepped forward and reached out to pat Ruoruo's head. Mo Jinyan angrily tried to spread his wings to swat his hand away, but Ruoruo held it tightly in her hand.
Ruoruo's intuition told her that the Underworld King was in great danger, and she and Mo Jinyan could not ruin the overall situation because of a moment of anger.
"What are your conditions? Speak them," the Underworld Lord asked.
Ruoruo glanced at the alchemists and the patients scattered on the ground: "I can only tell you my conditions."
With a casual wave of his sleeve, the Underworld Lord created a barrier that enveloped the two of them, isolating everyone else outside.
“They can’t hear you now, so speak,” said the Underworld King.
Ruoruo took a slow breath and looked seriously into Mingjun's eyes: "I will do my best to help you heal your people. After your people are all cured, I would like to borrow your Shura Gate, just for a short time."
The Underworld King paused for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "Of course, it's just a small matter. I thought you had some other request."
She wants to borrow the only divine artifact in their underworld! Is this a small matter?
Ruoruo was a little confused about what Hades was saying.
The Underworld King's hand had already moved from Ruoruo's head to her neck. His smile was bright and sunny, without a trace of gloom, and his voice was very lively and cute, but the words he said sent chills down Ruoruo's spine.
"After all, this miasma disease has ravaged my underworld for five years, and no alchemist or cultivator has been able to solve it. The only effective pill is to use people from the Longevity Realm to refine Soul Pills, which can barely prolong their lives."
If Ruoruo recalled the scene of the Azure Alliance's Grand Elder refining pills that night, she couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted with the Underworld Lord, but also a sense of helpless dejection.
She despised the King of the Underworld for his inhumanity, using the lives of the people of the Immortal Realm to exchange for the lives of the people of the Underworld.
But the King of the Underworld is, after all, the ruler of the underworld, and his actions are beyond reproach for the people of the underworld.
Yet she couldn't help but think that she killed Qingxing to refine the elixir embryo in order to save her father, Mo Yong.
Ultimately, she wasn't a kind person either.
While Ruoruo was lost in thought, Mingjun slowly began to explain his analysis.
"But then you appeared, a little girl from the celestial realm, who possessed a medicinal herb that no one could identify, and which just so happened to be able to heal the people of the underworld."
"Heh, the coincidence led me to believe that this was a trap and scheme left over from your celestial realm, designed to force my underworld, which disobeys the celestial realm, to submit."
Ruoruo couldn't help but clench her fists: "Nonsense! My father would never do such a despicable thing."
"Yes, so you're just borrowing the divine artifact, which puts my mind at ease a bit," said the Underworld Lord.
Although Ruoruo's request sounds extremely rude, it is nothing compared to saving the people of the entire underworld.
If this is truly a plan devised by the immortal realm, then Mo Yong is being looked down upon far too much.
With Mo Yong's strength, if he wanted to covet the divine artifacts they possessed, he could have openly and honestly fought for them hundreds of years ago, saving him the trouble and effort. There was no need for such unnecessary scheming.
He released her hand and put on a flattering expression, saying to Ruoruo, "I misunderstood you. What's wrong with lending you the artifact for a couple of days? As long as you can save the people of my Underworld, you will be my benefactor in the future. When we compete for the throne, I will definitely lend you a hand."
Ruoruo gave him a strange look: "I'm trying to help you, but don't try to harm me. I'm not going to be a god."
What's so good about going to court and working overtime every day? Those bad people have too many schemes and plots.
Anyway, her older brother is so powerful, and he will definitely become a god. She just needs to cultivate happily and be her little princess.
If Ruoruo's words came entirely from the heart, the Underworld Lord could naturally see that she truly had no covetousness for the position of God Lord.
He couldn't help but look at Ruoruo a few more times as if she were a rare animal, and then laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart: "Alright, I won't harm you. If anyone tries to kidnap you and ascend to the position of God-King in the future, I will definitely protect you and let you live a carefree and happy life."
Ruoruo ignored him and instead took out talismans and scrolls, carefully writing a contract: "Words are no proof, you sign first."
The words on the contract were all neat and tidy, but the character formed by the neat strokes was incredibly crooked and distorted, full of childlike charm.
The content was very simple. Ruoruo did not make any extra requests. She only said that after she did her best to save the people of the underworld, the King of the Underworld should lend her his divine artifact, the Shura Gate, when he needed it.
The Underworld Lord carefully signed his name and used his primordial power to affix his seal.
The scroll spontaneously combusted before their eyes as a sacrifice to the heavens. A golden light descended, passing through the ashes of the scroll, and then split in two, each entering one of their bodies.
This is how the contract was established.
"I need to write to Yuebai first, otherwise he'll think something's happened to me and tell my mother when he gets back to the Immortal Realm, which would be troublesome. Also, I need an alchemy room with a side hall, and I need to arrange for a few patients so we can test medicines at any time." Ruoruo began to make arrangements.
The Underworld King naturally agreed to all of them.
He wasn't really trying to do anything to this girl, nor was he trying to make an enemy of her. Now that he had achieved his goal, he was in high spirits and would agree to anything.
The other alchemists were sent to serve as Ruoruo's alchemy apprentices.
The alchemists watched as Ruoruo and the Underworld Lord finished negotiating the terms and made a contract. They also saw that the Underworld Lord practically worshipped this little girl. Under the Underworld Lord's pressure, they dared not have any objections and agreed to everything.
Although the King of the Underworld cared deeply for his people, he was also ruthless in killing them.
Those alchemists who survived were certainly not lacking in this kind of insight.
So Ruoruo and Mo Jinyan, who were prisoners just a quarter of an hour ago, suddenly became their honored guests.
Mo Jinyan was so smug that his tail was practically wagging in the air as he grumbled and directed the alchemists to fetch medicinal herbs and tidy up the house.
In the human world, there are foxes who borrow the power of tigers; in the underworld, there are birds who borrow the power of cats.
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