Lu Fuyue stopped and looked at the stall with a slight frown. After a moment, she picked up her lantern and walked towards the stall.
After becoming a Water Spirit God Body, her ability to perceive danger greatly improved. It was precisely because of this that she was able to repeatedly detect potential dangers after arriving in the Netherworld City.
The bronze mirror on the stall meant her no harm for the time being.
Just as Lu Fuyue walked up to the stall and squatted down to investigate, everything suddenly went dark, and the Netherworld Fire she was holding went out instantly.
Lu Fuyue was startled and quickly became alert, getting up to keep an eye on her surroundings. At the same time, a wisp of golden-red flame appeared out of thin air in her palm.
The next second, the surrounding scenery changed, a thick fog rose, and suddenly a pavilion appeared faintly in the white mist on the street. A pale blue lantern was placed on the table in the pavilion, emitting a bright light, and black gauze hanging down beside the pavilion fluttered gently in the wind.
The bustling street gradually faded away, and in this dimly lit place, it seemed that only the pavilion and Lu Fuyue remained.
Suddenly, a withered hand lifted the black veil from inside the pavilion, revealing a white-haired old woman with a gentle face sitting in the pavilion, who came into Lu Fuyue's sight.
The white-haired old woman held a needle and thread in her hand, embroidering something with her head down, and slowly said, "Little girl, come in."
The incongruous pavilion, the sudden appearance of the old woman, and the eerie atmosphere all made people instinctively wary.
A strange light flashed in Lu Fuyue's eyes, then she carried the lantern inside and bowed slightly: "This junior has something I would like to ask Grandmother."
The air froze instantly upon hearing this.
He was a clever cultivator who guessed her identity at a glance. Of all the cultivators who had come before, only one had guessed her identity.
The white-haired old woman paused in her hand movements, then resumed them as usual. "Tell me about it."
Lu Fuyue looked up at her and said, word by word, "This junior would like to inquire about the entrance to the underworld from Grandmother."
"Hahaha, little girl, this old woman never does business at a loss. If you want to know where the entrance to the underworld is, the price won't be small."
The old woman twitched the corner of her mouth, put down her needlework, and looked up at Lu Fuyue with a deep, melancholy gaze.
Lu Fuyue smiled calmly: "I wonder what Mother-in-law desires?"
The old woman's brows relaxed, and she reached out to pour herself a cup of tea from the teapot on the table. After taking a few sips, she said, "You should leave. You can't give this old woman what she wants."
Lu Fuyue was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, "How does your mother-in-law know I can't afford it if she doesn't say anything?"
"Ha, not very old, but quite arrogant."
The old woman suddenly slammed the teacup she was holding onto the table, the cup hitting the table with a heavy thud.
She looked sharply at Lu Fuyue, "Do you have a Grade Nine Spirit-Nourishing Pill?"
Lu Fuyue's pupils suddenly contracted slightly, and then she lowered her head slightly, "...This...no."
As far as she knew, the most powerful alchemist in the entire cultivation world was her master, but even her master was stuck at the seventh-grade alchemist level and had not broken through, let alone others.
The Ninth-Rank Spirit-Replenishing Pill is a peerless elixir that can bring cultivators back from the dead. Even if someone breaks through to become a Ninth-Rank Alchemist, they may not be able to refine the Spirit-Replenishing Pill.
Because the materials, alchemy techniques, and conditions for refining the Spirit-Nourishing Pill are extremely demanding.
Lu Fuyue quickly calmed down: "I guess there are very few people in this world who can produce this ninth-grade spirit-replenishing pill."
The old woman suddenly changed her tone and sighed, "That's true. I was just joking. I didn't expect a little girl like you in the Nascent Soul stage to be able to produce such a treasure."
"Since that's the case, I won't make things difficult for you. Just bring me a twin spider lily on the banks of the River of Oblivion after you enter the Underworld."
"Twin Beyond?"
A hint of seriousness flashed across Lu Fuyue's eyes. Good things never fall from the sky for no reason, especially in this place.
Legend has it that the banks of the River of Oblivion are covered with large, bright red spider lilies. These flowers may be extremely rare in the outside world, but once they enter the underworld, they are no longer a rarity.
She suddenly remembered that Song Zhou had gone to the underworld for the sake of the other shore flower.
Could it be that this red spider lily holds a secret...?
Lu Fuyue pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
The old woman's wrinkled face creased into a wide grin. "The entrance to the underworld is right here." With a wave of her hand, a vast expanse of deep blue water surged around the pavilion, enveloping the area completely.
Lu Fuyue's eyes flickered slightly; so this was where it was...
The old woman said, "Take the lantern in your hand and the Netherworld Token, jump into this lake, concentrate your mind and body, and remember not to open your eyes. You will soon be able to go to the place you want."
However, Lu Fuyue stood still and did not move for a long time.
The old hag: Aren't you leaving yet?
Lu Fuyue withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "Wait another quarter of an hour."
The appointed time with Song Zhou was fast approaching. Before leaving yesterday, she had cast a secret spell on him and her, a spell that would allow him to sense her location and also give him a portion of the Netherworld Fire.
However, this secret technique has a time limit. If he does not arrive by the agreed time, the technique will automatically disappear.
At this moment, Lu Fuyue could sense that Song Zhou was heading in this direction.
...
Gradually, the fifteen minutes were almost up, but for some reason, the secret technique suddenly disappeared, and the connection between the two also dissipated.
Lu Fuyue frowned slightly, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.
The old woman continued to sit in the pavilion, embroidering flowers in her hands while looking at the lantern, and slowly said, "Little girl, if you don't leave soon, the entrance to the underworld will close."
"This old woman can only open the gate to the underworld once a month."
"You won't be able to wait until then."
Lu Fuyue made a quick decision, forming hand seals. Soon, a light blue spiritual light, guided by the power of space, followed the aura of the secret technique she had placed on Song Zhou.
At the entrance to the ghost market,
Just as Song Zhou was about to perish at the hands of more than a dozen Nascent Soul stage vengeful ghosts, he was suddenly enveloped by a burst of spiritual power and then disappeared from the spot.
Song Zhou was still reeling from the brink of death. He patted his chest, his body relaxed, and as he regained his senses, he saw the woman in white standing in front of him. A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.
However, after seeing the striking resemblance between the woman before him and Senior Brother Lu, he hesitated and asked, "Fellow Daoist, you and Senior Brother Lu are not siblings, are you?"
Lu Fuyue glanced at him indifferently without answering. "He's already left. He asked me to wait for you here. We'll part ways after we go inside."
Song Zhou was taken aback. "That's fine too."
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