Ji Xiaoxiao had plenty of leisure time to wander around and see the sights. As the date approached, she reluctantly headed to Yinhun Mountain.
Nine days later, Ji Xiaoxiao flew down at the foot of Yin Hun Mountain. Yin Hun Mountain has restrictions, and it is absolutely impossible for cultivators with cultivation levels lower than the Mahayana stage to defecate or urinate on Yin Hun Mountain.
Revealing her identity as the young master of Yin Hun Mountain, Ji Xiaoxiao swaggered inside.
Yin Hun Mountain is one of the four most dangerous places in the world, renowned for its numerous vengeful ghosts and vengeful spirits. As Ji Xiaoxiao traveled along, she saw ghosts and monsters floating around her, which was quite eerie and terrifying.
"Shenyin, you're back."
Just as Ji Xiaoxiao reached the top of the mountain and was staring in astonishment at the buildings that seemed to float by, a gentle male voice rang in her ears.
The male voice was warm and gentle, like a warm breath that entered through the ears and spread throughout the body, making the body tremble, the bones feel soft and the muscles feel weak, and the whole body feel comfortable.
Ji Xiaoxiao looked in the direction of the voice. The male voice belonged to a tall and handsome man. His skin was as smooth as jade, and his long, ink-black hair was casually tied up with a hairpin and simply draped down his back, making him look free and unrestrained.
"Father, I'm back."
In the original owner's memory, the holy priest Sikong of Yinhun Mountain had a face like a celestial being, with an aura of immortality that was unapproachable. Compared to those righteous people who claimed to be gentlemen, his father was more like a righteous and enlightened master who had descended to earth.
Sikong nodded, and the next second without warning, he gently took Ji Xiaoxiao's hand.
"It's been half a year since I last visited your mother. Go with your father to the shrine."
With a light tap of his foot, he transported Ji Xiaoxiao to a building that was flying through the air.
The shrine was magnificent, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, its light so intense it was almost blinding.
Ji Xiaoxiao glanced at it curiously for a few moments, then focused her attention on the interior structure of the Divine Palace. The Divine Palace was the hiding place of the Lord of Yin Soul Mountain. For three thousand years since the founding of the sect, the Divine Palace had been filled with countless dark red coffins of various sizes.
Situ, holding Ji Xiaoxiao's hand, walked straight ahead, their hurried footsteps echoing in the dimly lit palace. Situ paid no attention until they reached a lotus pond, where they stopped, staring blankly at the stunning beauty reflected in the water.
Through the original owner's memories, Ji Xiaoxiao learned that the woman in the lotus pond was the original owner's mother, the wife of the Holy Priest Situ, and the former Lord of Yinhun Mountain, Kagura.
"Mother, your daughter has come to see you." Ji Xiaoxiao bowed to Kagura.
Seeing this, Situ waved his hand impatiently, telling Ji Xiaoxiao to get down quickly and stop standing there like a third wheel, getting in the way of him and his beloved Kagura's love talk.
Ji Xiaoxiao had no interest in trying to curry favor with him, and abruptly turned and left.
"Rustle, rustle..."
Ji Xiaoxiao hadn't walked far when the sound of her clothes falling to the ground followed closely behind. She paused, exasperated, then quickly spurred her horse and left the palace.
The accommodation would relieve the fatigue of traveling day and night, and after a refreshing sleep, Ji Xiaoxin felt happy.
After enjoying a delicious meal, Ji Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth, and Situ arrived just in time.
"Father," Ji Xiaoxiao called out indifferently, without any of the intimacy between father and daughter.
Situ hummed in agreement and sat down directly.
Ji Xiaoxiao put down her handkerchief, sat up straight, and looked straight ahead.
“Daughter, a few days ago, Yue Ran of Haotian Sect sent his eldest disciple Ming Yuehui, second disciple Zhao Yu, and youngest daughter Yue Lingling to our sect to secretly steal the Soul-Connecting Netherworld Water.” Situ’s tone was calm, without any anger or embarrassment, he simply treated it indifferently.
"So they stole the Soul-Connecting Water to the Underworld?"
Ji Xiaoxiao kept her emotions hidden, but beneath her tightly furrowed brows lay a bloodthirsty and cruel gaze.
Situ placed his hands on his thighs, his thin, sexy lips parting slightly, "They stole the Soul-Connecting Water to the Underworld."
"Father." Acting out the whole act, Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly stood up in shock and said angrily, "The righteous people are really going too far. They dare to do such petty things and even dare to attack my Yinhun Mountain. Father, I beg you to let me lead my followers to raze Haotian Sect to the ground."
"Don't be impatient."
As soon as Situ finished speaking, Ji Xiaoxiao felt a chill creep into her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily. The anger on her flushed face gradually faded.
"Thank you, Father."
Sikong nodded meaningfully and slowly said, "Although Ming Yuehui successfully stole the Soul-Connecting Netherworld Water, they didn't come away unscathed. Yue Ran's second disciple, Zhao Yu, is now in my hands. That day, Ming Yuehui, Zhao Yu, and Yue Lingling secretly infiltrated my Yin Soul Mountain. In the forbidden Hundred Ghost Valley, Yue Lingling, tempted by the Youlan Siyue Flower, accidentally triggered the Hundred Ghost Valley's restrictions. To save this foolish girl, Ming Yuehui actually sacrificed his junior brother, who had risked his life with him, and even allowed Zhao Yu to stand alone to block my disciples' pursuit of Ming Yuehui and the foolish girl."
He kept calling her a stupid girl, perhaps because he was in the middle of a tirade, and Sikong rarely spoke at such a long length.
Ji Xiaoxiao disliked Yue Lingling very much. During the time the original owner spent with Ming Yuehui, Yue Lingling's words to the original owner were always sarcastic and malicious, openly bad but secretly even worse.
If Yue Lingling had fallen into Sikong's hands this time, Ji Xiaoxiao would have a thousand ways to make her regret being born into this world. However, Zhao Yu was imprisoned in the Yinhun Mountain Dark Prison. Well, without delicacies, he'd make do with some simple porridge and side dishes!
Before Ji Xiaoxiao could even volunteer to torture Zhao Yu, Sikong spoke up.
"Your daughter will certainly live up to your father's expectations."
Ji Xiaoxiao bowed respectfully, then turned around deftly, her bright red dress swirling into a large red flower.
Walking and stopping, stopping and walking, passing through the ordinary prison cells of the Dark Prison, Ji Xiaoxiao finally arrived at the Avici Hell where serious criminals were imprisoned.
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