The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

As Shen Yifei walked, he scattered Yin-longevity crystals. If other ghosts saw this, they would be furious.

Many ghosts cannot earn even a single crystal at the Gates of Hell, so many ghosts take risks to snatch those lone ghosts.

After the vicious dogs finished eating the crystal, their tails wagged wildly, and a few of the larger ones even chased after him and rubbed against his legs.

It looked exactly like a watchdog kept by a farmer. Liu Mengli watched in amazement.

"Master, your 'sprinkling money to pave the way' technique is probably unique in the underworld."

As Shen Yifei ate, he glanced back at him and said, "Mengli, why do I feel like you're insulting me?"

"How could I dare, Master?" Liu Mengli took his arm, but her peach blossom eyes glanced behind her. "But if you throw money around too much, some people will get envious. We have a few tails following us."

"Hmm... I know, they've been following me ever since I escaped death."

Shen Yifei tossed the last crystal to a large black dog wagging its tail in front of him. "Sigh, I hate it when people covet my things. Mengli, what do you think we should do with them?"

"Master, didn't you say that if something can be solved with money, there's no need to use your hands?"

"Yes, if I had money, I would never do it, but I don't have any money now."

Shen Yifei listened to the sounds behind him.

Those tails followed us all the way from the gates of Hell's Gate to the foot of Evil Dog Ridge, sneaking around and hiding.

They thought they had hidden it well, but little did they know that Shen Yifei could see their ghostly aura clearly with his divine sense.

"Four," Liu Mengli transmitted her voice. "They're all old gamblers from the gambling dens, trying to make a quick buck while you're alone."

"Hmm, they all seem to have some skills." Shen Yifei sensed that the auras of these four people were no less than his own, no wonder they dared to follow him.

He stopped. "Hey guys behind me, you've been following me all this way, hiding and dodging. Aren't you tired? Why don't you come up and walk together? We can keep each other company and chat."

Four figures slowly gathered from the gray mist. The leader was a lean, wiry old ghost wearing a gray robe that was tattered in many places, with an iron abacus hanging at his waist, making a clattering sound as he walked.

He grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth: "Kid, you've got some sense. Since you knew we were following you, that saves us the trouble of fighting. Hand over all your valuables; we only want money, not your lives."

"You want money?" Shen Yifei spread his hands. "Brothers, do I look like I have any money?"

"You just threw crystals to feed the dogs, dozens of Yin Life Crystals in one go. We've been on the brink of death for three hundred years, and we've never seen such a generous gigolo."

Behind Tie Suanpan, a fat man carrying a gourd of wine chuckled, "Kid, stop pretending. We know your background perfectly well. You came out of the Ecstasy Pavilion, then went to the Life and Death Gambling House, and gambled away Thirteen Sister's entire fortune."

This was the first time Shen Yifei had been called a gigolo. "Brothers, don't call me that. I'm just a cowherd, not a gigolo. Look at my skinny arms and legs, I don't look like someone who does that kind of work!"

One of the men with a sword, who looked like he was in a bad mood, said, "Boss, this kid is glib and dishonest. Don't waste your breath on him, chop him up and search him, clean and quick."

"Boss, same old rules, I don't want money, I just want that woman." A swollen-eyed man who looked like a lecher pointed at Liu Mengli with a lewd grin.

"Say it again?" Liu Mengli asked with a smile, a smile that made the swollen-eyed man's heart flutter.

With puffy eyes, he took two steps forward. "Hey young lady, what future do you have with this poor cowherd? I've been on the brink of death for three hundred years and have amassed a fortune. Follow me, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!"

Shen Yifei exclaimed, "Hey buddy, you're a ghost, yet you're still thinking about eating and drinking well. Looks like you starved to death in your life, didn't you?"

His puffy eyes darkened: "Bullshit! I was a wealthy man in my past life, eating fish and meat every day!"

"So how did you die?"

"They ate themselves to death," Tie Suanpan coldly added from behind.

With her puffy eyes, she turned and glared at him: "Dude, whose side are you taking?"

Tie Suanpan ignored him, staring at Shen Yifei and narrowing his long, thin eyes: "Kid, the way you were scattering crystals to feed the dogs at Evil Dog Ridge just now looked pretty extravagant."

Shen Yifei shrugged. "Brothers, feeding a few dogs, what's so extravagant about that? If you had told me earlier, I would have saved some for you."

The hot-tempered man immediately objected, "Kid, are you calling us dogs?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chorus of barking dogs erupted from all around.

Shen Yifei shrugged. "Look at that, even a dog wouldn't like to hear that. How can you be dogs? You're not even as good as dogs!"

Iron Abacus, seeing Shen Yifei's sharp tongue and the fact that none of them could gain the upper hand in the verbal exchange, grew increasingly gloomy.

He winked at the people behind him, and the four figures slowly dispersed, surrounding Shen Yifei and Liu Mengli in the middle.

Seeing this situation, Shen Yifei sighed and said to Liu Mengli, "Mengli, I'm the kind of person who can't stand taking advantage of others or getting something for nothing!"

"Master, it's not your fault," Liu Mengli laughed. "The way you scattered crystals at Evil Dog Ridge just now did have a bit of a nouveau riche vibe. If I were a ghost, I'd be thinking about you too."

Shen Yifei: "Sigh... one shouldn't flaunt their wealth..."

Iron Abacus was already impatient. He waved his hand and said, "Enough talk! Guys, let's go!"

Before he could finish speaking, the hot-tempered, sword-wielding old man had already made his move. The sword flashed sharply, carrying a sinister aura, aiming straight for Shen Yifei's throat.

Before Shen Yifei could even make a move, a powerful aura coalesced into a yellowish-brown shield wall in front of him.

The fiery-tempered sword struck the shield with a muffled clang, shattering into pieces. The shockwave made his hands go numb, and he staggered back several steps.

"What the heck?" Old Ghost was taken aback.

A chubby, short figure emerged from beside Shen Yifei, hands on hips, head tilted back, and said in a childish voice, "No knives allowed in fights! We should win people over with kindness!"

Shen Yifei: "Earth spirit? You're an earth spirit?"

The old man stared blankly at the chubby boy, who was only about three feet tall, for a moment, then burst into a tirade: "Where did this little bastard come from? Get out of my way!"

After saying that, he slammed down with his palm, the wind from which was fierce enough to shatter a piece of iron.

The earth spirit did not dodge, letting the palm strike land on its head, producing a clang like metal clashing.

"Ouch... my hand..." The hot-tempered man clutched his hand, which was clearly limp and the bones inside were probably broken.

The earth spirit touched his head, looking somewhat aggrieved, and said, "He...he hit my head."

"If anyone bullies you, you have to fight back. You can't just take the beating!"

Shen Yifei could tell that this earth spirit had strong defense, but it wouldn't fight back when attacked!

The earth spirit listened to Shen Yifei very well. With its chubby little hand, it grabbed the hot-tempered wrist and swung it around violently!

The hot temper was like a chick being flung away, crashing into a large rock beside the road to the underworld. The rock shattered on the spot, and the hot temper collapsed to the ground, its whole body becoming limp.