The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

Granny Ma felt that most of the righteous disciples were a little mentally ill, and quite seriously so.

Lin Du observed that the illness was in his internal organs, but in reality, it was in his brain.

"I said," Granny Ma put down what she was holding, "that girl followed me to learn some medical techniques, but what about you?"

Lin Du answered frankly, "So that I can meet the King of Hell on my own."

Granny Ma got annoyed. "You're really something else! Why don't you just fly to the moon?"

Lin Du nodded. "How did you know I'd be selected?"

Granny Ma: ...

Why was she so happy to see Lin Du at first? How could this person be so noisy?

Can you really say that the Supreme Sect speaks the least? You're kidding me.

Lin Du was still staring at the person when Granny Ma finished everything and came down the mountain before she spoke, "It's not that I can't help you, but you have to give me something."

"You really do have a way," Lin Du said with a smile. "It all comes down to you!"

Granny Ma snorted coldly, "Only you in the world would make such a strange request."

Lin Du just smiled and didn't say anything, quickly escorting the person down the mountain.

Those who can reach the underworld are all ghosts, and they must not have the slightest bit of life force, but they are not without other means.

For example, a spirit leaving the body, opening the gates of hell, and entering the underworld.

As for how to conceal the life force of the soul, that's where Granny Ma comes in.

Granny Ma is the Corpse King, so naturally she can use magic to deceive Lin Du.

On a dark and windy night, in a small courtyard shaded by green vines, the wooden door creaked open, and a faint green candlelight squeezed into the dim courtyard, making this secluded place in the mortal world seem even more eerie.

"Aren't you going to tell your fellow disciples? What if you get detained by Yama this time and never come back?" Granny Ma's voice was even hoarser than usual. She held a dim candle, but there was no one on the ground.

Lin Du, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, followed behind her. "We'll see about that later. I don't think the King of Hell wants me to be detained."

Granny Ma: ...What a boastful tone.

"Remember, when you come back, don't turn around no matter who calls you. Also, my River Styx."

Lin Du nodded in agreement. "So, shall I open the Gate of Hell?"

Granny Ma stared at her intently. "Actually, that young man from your sect who studies the Lu Ban manual can also draw Yin talismans, right? Why don't you ask him?"

Lin Du thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's make a deal since we're innocent. If something goes wrong, he won't blame himself."

Granny Ma looked at her. "Do you think I won't feel guilty if something happens to you?"

Lin Du lowered his head and arranged the formation, "It's different. It's different within our sect."

A junior you might have some affection for but are just a casual acquaintance is completely different from a fellow disciple you've been with almost every day.

Lin Du quickly set up the formation, and Granny Ma cut out the shape of the paper figure. She then gathered her Yin power, inscribed talismans, and poured them into the small, headless paper figure.

The eerie green light condensed into characters and entered the paper figure, making the originally flat paper figure inexplicably heavier.

Lin Du glanced back at the house where everyone was resting one last time, then knelt on one knee, raised his hand and poured spiritual power into the array on the ground. The array patterns quickly connected completely, and the courtyard, which was originally quiet without a breath of wind, was suddenly filled with a cold wind, as if evil spirits were howling.

A cold wind rises, and the gates of hell open.

Lin Du had already stepped outside the formation and sat down to meditate. As a cultivator at the Qian Yuan Realm, he could freely control his soul to leave his body.

A somewhat blurry and ethereal ghost slowly floated out from the meditating white-haired cultivator and then leaped into the paper figure.

The tiny paper talisman figure, with its thin legs, slid off the table and headed towards the ghost formation that its original body had set up before it fell into a deep sleep.

In the blink of an eye, the villain had already landed at the heart of the Ghost Gate Formation.

A cold wind swept up the little paper figure, made it sway and spin around once, and then quickly disappeared into the Ghost Gate Formation.

Lin Du traversed a long distance, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt as if the world was pitch black. He stretched out his hand and, in a daze, realized that he had returned to his original form and was no longer the floating little paper figure.

She sent many people to hell in her life, but she never expected to have the chance to send herself to hell.

The sky was invisible, like a world in the beginning of chaos, but the ground was clearly visible. The underworld was vast, and the ghosts coming from above would appear in small areas on the edge of the underworld, waiting for the ghost messengers to register and lead the way.

Lin Du didn't want to be included in the list of ghost messengers for the time being, and planned to just break through directly.

Although it was a spirit, it still retained its spiritual cultivation. With the spiritual reserves and strength of the fifth realm of the Heavenly Pool Refining God Technique, a mere ghost messenger was no match for it.

Who knew that the ghost messenger was so busy that he saw Lin Du wandering around outside and said, "You can't remember either, right? You were also brought down here, right? Go forward and go inside. There's a newly opened department in charge. Next one."

Lin Du: ?

She silently walked towards the direction the ghost had pointed, and found that it was indeed very different.

There seemed to be an array related to condensing the soul set up inside, and next to it was a large pot of strangely colored soup, with ghost messengers talking incoherently.

The ghost messengers were dressed in uniform, but the quality and patterns of their clothes were noticeably better than the ones they had worn before, and their cultivation levels were also higher.

"Is that enough? If it's enough, take them to the city to work. These people don't have much to burn for them from above. Let's give them a bowl of nourishing soup first, then they have to work to pay off their debts before we can judge and distribute them."

"Be careful, don't let them go to the places where independent cultivators live, or they'll get eaten by the gangs."

The ghosts, huddled together, were mostly incomplete. Upon closer inspection, some of them looked familiar; they were the souls of the artificial demons that had been sent into reincarnation a few days ago. Because they were early creations of Wenfu and his group, the souls were not complete.

Upon seeing Lin Du, some of the dazed ghosts huddled together in terror, while others knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Our benefactor has arrived! Our benefactor has arrived!"

Just as the ghost messengers were about to offer the nourishing medicine to soothe the soul, they looked at Lin Du with a strange expression upon hearing this.

The ghost cultivator sitting to the side taking notes looked at Lin Du and asked, "What... is your name?"

Assessing the situation, Lin Du said, "My name is Lin Du."

"Lin Du? You wouldn't happen to be...that Lin Du, would you?!" The man jumped up. "Oh my! My benefactor!!! Thanks to you! All of us brothers got promoted!!!"

"What wind blew you down here? Why didn't you stay up a little longer?" The ghost messenger was very regretful, even on the verge of tears. "You're so young, why did you come down like this?"

"It's true, good people don't live long!" the man said, his voice trembling.

If Lin Du had lived a few more years in the afterlife, this specially created lucrative department might have existed for a little longer. After all, it was a department directly under the King of Hell. Promotion was secondary; the main thing was to be able to show his face in front of the King of Hell and become a familiar face.

Lin Du took a step back. "Wait a minute, I understand them calling me their benefactor, but what's going on with you?"

She was completely lifeless, so the ghost officer didn't suspect that Lin Du had come on purpose. He just thought she had come to the wrong place. "Well, this is a long story. Wait, how did you get here? You don't seem to be under our jurisdiction, do you?"

Lin Du nodded with a smile, and as he spoke, he conjured a short blade of divine consciousness, pressing it directly against the ghost messenger's neck. His smile remained unchanged. "Yes, I came here specifically to find you. Take me to the city to find King Yama, or I'll kill you."