A hundred-foot-tall dragon lies in the sky
Apart from its strange name and the fact that its inhabitants are ghosts and monsters, the underworld is actually no different from the mortal world.
Shen Qiexing stood on the bustling street, momentarily wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.
Street vendors hawking their wares, an old man cutting hair on a street corner, and children running around everywhere—this is clearly the mundane world, where is there any sense of bliss?
Who was the current emperor again...? Shen Qiexing stroked his chin and flew towards the imperial city he remembered.
At this moment, the warm sun was shining brightly in the sky. As Shen Qiexing's fingertips brushed against the cool mist, abundant spiritual energy surged up, and he immediately understood.
The underworld is underground, so where would the sun and clouds come from? They were probably all conjured up by the Soul Master using magic.
Just as he expected, the place where the Soul Master lived was the same as the imperial palace in the mortal world. Shen Qiexing sighed and had to start figuring out the route again.
Why does it feel like he's been figuring out routes all this time?
After the events involving the Sen Clan and the Phoenix Clan, Shen Qiexing felt that a swift and decisive battle was necessary. This time, in the Underworld, he decided to go straight in without resorting to any roundabout tactics.
Let it all end quickly... Once it's all over, he'll go find the Little Deer Fairy.
He had thought it over carefully. If it were the Little Deer Fairy, he could spare King Sen and the Sen Clan for her sake.
Even though this is unfair to his people, let's just say it was for his own selfish desires.
He really likes Little Deer Fairy.
"My lord! My lord, I'm truly innocent!"
Several shouts in the distance disturbed Shen Qiexing's thoughts. He frowned slightly and looked toward the source of the sound.
"Your Honor, the Upright Official!"
A white-clad ghost squealed and howled. When he didn't speak, nothing seemed amiss, but as soon as he spoke, his blood-red tongue dangled to the ground. "This hairpin really wasn't stolen by my brother and me! Your Honor, please see the truth!"
“Who’s the righteous official?” the guard kicked him in disgust. “Put your tongue away, it’s disgusting.”
"How could you two lowest-level earthbound spirits possibly afford a hair ornament that looks so expensive? And what would you two grown men need a hair ornament for? Enough nonsense, take it away!"
It was just a dispute, and Shen Qiexing originally intended to continue on his way, but then the white-robed ghost suddenly said, "This is a token given to us by the eldest daughter of the Dragon Clan. She said that in the future, the two of us can use the token to come to her and receive her reward."
The two guards exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You two big idiots! The dragon race was wiped out long ago! Hahahaha!"
"Are you hallucinating, or are you just not thinking straight? Hahahaha."
"Really, you have to believe me..."
The voices of the group faded into the distance, but Shen Qiexing remained frozen in place.
Everyone knows that the dragon race was wiped out a thousand years ago. How could anyone be so bold as to fabricate such a clumsy lie to impersonate the dragon race?
He narrowed his eyes and disappeared between the palace walls.
—
"Brother, do you think we'll get our heads chopped off?"
The short, white-clad ghost huddled in the corner, wailing, "Brother, I haven't lived enough yet! I don't want to die!"
"No, it won't happen," the tall, white-clad ghost reassured him, trying to appear calm. "When we're on the execution ground, all we have to do is lavish praise on the Soul Master's character and integrity, and he'll definitely release us."
The pale light of the stars and moon, which had been shining through the iron bars into the prison, was now completely blocked by a tall figure.
"Brother, if you'll show mercy, we'll tell you everything we know!"
The tall, white-clad ghost was almost in tears. Why were people causing him trouble all day because of that hairpin?
Shen Qiexing's face was cold. He grabbed the tall, white-clad ghost by the collar and dragged him in front of him. "Where's the hairpin? Take it out."
"Brother, the hairpin has already been taken by the guards..."
He even hoped to rise to the top with this hair ornament.
"Who gave you this hair ornament? Who dares to impersonate a dragon!"
"What!"
The brothers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You mean, that old lady lied to us, and she's not a dragon!"
Shen Qiexing sneered, and two dragon horns immediately rose from his head. "Open your dog eyes and take a good look at what the people of the dragon race really look like."
The two almost fainted on the spot.
"Brother Long, that girl was wearing a green dress and had a lot of decorations on her head that I couldn't name. She was really fierce. She tore my house down with one move of hers, 'Dragon Tail Swing.' She said she was the daughter of the Xuanhai Dragon God!"
The tall, white-clad ghost blurted everything out like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. Sweating profusely, he concluded, "She also said she doesn't change her name or surname; her name is Shen Yixin, and that the Dragon Clan will take responsibility for any problems that arise!"
"What's her name?"
Shen Qiexing's heart skipped a beat, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. He couldn't help but grab onto the railing for support.
He actually heard the name of Little Deer Fairy in this very place!
"God, God is also the heart!"
The white-clad man's expression suddenly changed upon seeing him. The tall, white-clad ghost covered his head with his hands and cried out, "I've told you everything I know! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"Is she in the underworld?"
How could she be in this place, and even impersonate him... Shen Yixin is truly adorable. Shen Qiexing's heart softened, and then a few inexplicable sorrows welled up inside him.
"No, it's not here!"
The tall, white-clad ghost stammered as he described what had happened that day, then began to cry and wail, clutching his head in his hands.
"Stop howling!"
Shen Qiexing turned his head irritably, "Who took those hairpins? Do you know where those guards live?"
"Big brother, big brother, we really don't know, we really don't know!"
Knowing he wouldn't dare lie to himself, Shen Qiexing leaned forward slightly and chuckled evilly: "Shut your mouths and don't tell anyone that I was here, or you should know the consequences."
After he finished speaking, he patted the tall, white-clad ghost's face with the back of his hand. By the time the tall, white-clad ghost came to his senses, the person in front of him had already disappeared.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, basking in the happiness of escaping death.
—
A wisp of fluorescent blue light emerged from Shen Qiexing's fingertip, waving in the air like a strand of hair, guiding his direction.
"Hey, let me tell you, this hairpin looks expensive. I'll sell it as soon as I get off work tomorrow!"
"Thank you for the gift, sir. I'll need your guidance in the future. Here, sir, let me toast you!"
In the dead of night, the rooms in the courtyard were brightly lit, filled with the sounds of several people drinking and laughing. Shen Qiexing overheard a few words of their conversation, couldn't help but sneer, and anger gradually spread between his brows.
As long as he's there, no one can take anything away from Little Deer. He kicked open the door, and the room fell silent instantly.
The jade hairpin was held in the palm of the guard, the tassels hanging from the top jingling as they tinkled together.
"Who are you, daring to trespass into my room? You're asking for death!"
The guard slammed the hairpin onto the table, spat out a mouthful of wine, drew a long sword from his waist, and pointed it at Shen Qiexing's nose.
That's ridiculous.
Shen Qiexing stared at the dull, broken sword, then teleported to the guard's side. He flicked and snapped the guard's wrist, causing it to hang down in a twisted shape. With a crisp cracking sound, the guard screamed in terror.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Those around the table were terrified and huddled in various corners of the room. Shen Qiexing glanced at them, took the dulled sword, and slit the guard's throat.
He didn't intend to kill anyone, but the guard's attitude was really not good.
The sword was carelessly tossed on the ground, blood splattering everywhere. Shen Qiexing looked down at the group of people, stretched out his hand to the guard holding another hairpin, and said coldly, "Where's the hairpin? Hand it over!"
The guard's already pale face turned even paler. He hurriedly pulled a hairpin from his sleeve and placed it in Shen Qiexing's palm: "Master, I'm giving it all to you! Spare my life!"
Shen Qiexing stroked the two hairpins, which seemed to still retain the fragrance of the girl's hair. He was about to tuck them into his chest and leave when he suddenly stopped: "I ask you, does the Soul Master reside in the palace at night?"
"Yes, yes!"
The guard nodded vigorously, then pointed haphazardly in one direction: "The Soul Master is in that palace over there. Just keep walking straight ahead!"
It seems the Soul Lord's influence in the Underworld isn't that great after all.
The god, in a moment of kindness, spared the group and galloped towards the direction of the Soul Master under the moonlight.
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"I am terrified, but if it weren't for you..."
The Soul Master sighed and wiped the table. "Old brother, I warned you back then not to go on like this, but you never listened to me. Now look what's happened, I have to worship you every night."
“Even if you disregard your own life, you must consider your child’s life. Your child was only knee-high when he was young, laughing and playing every day. Now, those days are gone forever.”
He put down the towel and smiled helplessly, "Look, that child has come to see this old man."
Before he could finish speaking, the heavy, carved wooden door was flung open, and the young man shouted his name sharply: "Soul Master!"
"Uncle Soul Master, could you please teach Qiexing the most powerful reincarnation technique?"
The boy lay on him, looking at him expectantly with his beautiful blue eyes. He laughed and said, "When we grow up a little more, Uncle will teach you, okay?"
"good!"
The Soul Master smiled and turned around. The boy had grown into a big boy, half a head taller than him, with delicate and handsome features, and his eyes were still like a pair of sapphires, frighteningly clear.
"You should know why I came to see you."
Shen Qiexing looked ahead at the hunched old man with a kind and gentle face, who seemed unsurprised by his arrival.
Why does this old man seem vaguely familiar...?
He had never seen the appearance of the Soul Master before, but now it felt strangely familiar.
“You’ve come, child,” the Soul Master slowly moved to the table. “Come and have a cup of tea with me. It’s all top-quality Mao Feng tea, specially prepared for you.”
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