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The underworld was operating even more smoothly than Lin Xuan had imagined.

This is mainly due to the simple and brutal management style of the Wu tribe. In the past, those wandering ghosts were used to roaming the prehistoric world, and each one was untamed. But when they arrived in the underworld and saw the two rows of Wu tribe ghost guards standing at the entrance, each three zhang tall and holding a spiked club, even the most unruly ghosts became more docile than rabbits.

Inside the Hall of Yama, the King of Hell.

Lin Xuan sat on a small stool next to the main seat, holding a cup of hot tea (a spiritual tea that Pingxin had specially prepared for him), looking down at Styx and Xing Tian, ​​who were working.

Although Styx was cunning, he was indeed quite capable. He categorized the ghosts, clearly distinguishing between good and evil, and handled them in an orderly manner. Xing Tian, ​​on the other hand, was much simpler. When he encountered those who had committed numerous evils in life and were still defiant, he would simply slap them across the face, achieving physical salvation with remarkably high efficiency.

"System, calculate the mission rewards," Lin Xuan silently instructed in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the 'Tunnel Master Training Plan'. Rewards have been issued."

"Reward 1: Host's cultivation level has been raised to the late stage of Quasi-Saint (already credited, no side effects)."

"Reward Two: 20% Underground Authority (Within the Underworld, the host can mobilize the power of the Underworld, making their strength comparable to that of a saint)."

"Reward 3: Luck Shop Opens (Use Luck Points to Exchange for Special Items)"

Lin Xuan felt the surging power within his body. Late-stage Quasi-Saint! He wouldn't have dared to even dream of this before. He, the thirteenth Ancestral Witch, was originally a useless person unable to cultivate, but he had been forcibly pushed to this level entirely by the system.

Moreover, that underground authority is an even more valuable thing. In this underworld, he is the second-in-command, and apart from Pingxin, no one else can do anything to him. Even if Hongjun came, as long as he is still within the territory of the underworld, Lin Xuan is confident that he can go toe-to-toe with him.

"Thirteenth Brother." Pingxin finished what she was doing and came over. Although she had become a Saint, she was still the gentle older sister in front of Lin Xuan.

"Sister, are you tired?" Lin Xuan quickly stood up to offer her a seat.

"I'm not tired." Pingxin shook her head, sat down, and took Lin Xuan's hand. "It just feels a little unreal. Does our Witch Clan really have a way out?"

"Of course." Lin Xuan pointed to the Book of Life and Death on the table. "Sister, open it."

Pingxin followed instructions and opened the Book of Life and Death. It was filled with names, and behind each name was written lifespan and cause of death.

"Turn to the page about the Witch Clan," Lin Xuan said.

Pingxin waved his hand, and the pages turned. But strangely, on the page with the Wu clan, although there were many names, the section for lifespan was completely blank.

"What's going on?" Pingxin asked, puzzled.

"Because the Witch Clan doesn't have a primordial spirit, they don't enter the cycle of reincarnation," Lin Xuan explained. "This used to be our disadvantage; when we died, we returned to the world. But now, it's our advantage."

Lin Xuan picked up the judge's pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a circle over those names.

"Sister, use your underground power to add a patch to this Book of Life and Death... cough, add a rule." Lin Xuan's eyes gleamed. "Whenever a member of the Witch Clan dies in battle, their true spirit remains and is directly drawn back to the Underworld. We'll dig a pool next to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, fill it with the Three Lights Divine Water and the blood essence of the Pangu Palace. Throw the fallen members of the Witch Clan in, soak them for forty-nine days, and they'll be resurrected!"

Pingxin was stunned: "This...this is immortality! Can the Heavenly Dao allow this?"

"Heaven governs the heavens, we govern the earth." Lin Xuan sneered. "Here underground, we call the shots. Besides, we're doing this to 'maintain the order of the underworld.' After all, the underworld is so vast and needs a large number of security personnel, so this is a reasonable 'replenishment of losses.'"

Pingxin thought for a moment, then smiled. She laughed so hard she nearly fell over, and reached out to tap Lin Xuan's forehead.

"You're such a clever little devil. If Dijun knew about this, he'd probably die of anger all over again."

"It would be best if he died of anger, then he can come here and be my toilet brush," Lin Xuan thought maliciously.

Just then, Dijiang rushed in in a flurry of activity.

"Thirteenth Brother! Sister! Good news!" Dijiang's booming voice shook the hall, causing dust to fall. "A minor witch accidentally fell into that so-called Samsara Passage, but she didn't die and climbed out of the blood pool near the Pangu Palace! Although her strength has decreased a bit, she's alright!"

Lin Xuanping and Ping Xin exchanged a glance and both saw the smile in each other's eyes.

The experiment was a success.

"Big brother, tell the brothers from now on," Lin Xuan stood up, full of vigor, "Don't be a coward when you fight! Fight to the death! As long as his head isn't gone, even if he self-destructs, as long as there's a sliver of his true spirit left, we can get him back!"

Dijiang was stunned for several seconds, then suddenly slapped his thigh, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Hahahaha! Good! Excellent! Now let's see what the demons have to fight us with! We have one life, that's ours; we have a second life, that's given to us by our thirteenth brother! Brothers, if anyone dares not fight to the death again, they're disgracing our thirteenth brother!"

The entire underworld echoed with Dijiang's wild laughter.

At the entrance to the underworld, two furtive figures were peeking inside.

"Senior brother, this underworld... seems to be very lucrative." A Taoist priest with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face had golden eyes.

"Excellent, excellent." Another Taoist priest with a bitter face put his hands together. "There are many wronged souls here, and the malevolent energy is too heavy. They need my Western Paradise Great Law to deliver them. This is a great merit, and it is destined for my Western Paradise."

Lin Xuan's ears suddenly twitched in the main hall.

"System notification: Two mice have been detected approaching."

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"You've come at the perfect time. The Underworld has just opened and is in need of two stone lions to guard the gate."