Genius Beast Tamer

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"Hehe!" Han Xingyu chuckled and walked into the room.

Xu Yu remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the direction Lü Feng had left.

"If you can't even see the person, what's the point of looking?" Han Xingyu smiled knowingly and whispered in his ear.

Xu Yu then noticed that Han Xingyu had already sat down next to her, frowned slightly, and gave an awkward smile.

Han Xingyu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you Sister Lü Feng's brother-in-law?"

"Yes." Xu Yu nodded, then added, "Just my brother-in-law."

"I didn't say anything other than my brother-in-law, why are you so nervous?" Han Xingyu said with a sly smile.

Xu Yu remained silent, her expression feigning calm.

Han Xingyu nudged Xu Yu with his shoulder and laughed heartily, "Since you're her brother-in-law, I'll call you brother-in-law from now on!"

Xu Yu paused, her brows furrowing slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Han Xingyu feigned some embarrassment and said shyly, "You don't know, but I've long been in love with her and have admired her for a long time. I'm only thirteen years old now, so I'm afraid I can't marry her. In two more years, when I reach marriageable age, I've decided to marry her!"

"Marry her?" Xu Yu's heart tightened, and she said in a low voice, "You and she seem to be far apart in age."

"What does it matter? We are all cultivators. Time is just a passing cloud to us. Let alone a difference of several decades, even a difference of several thousand years can lead to marriage in the Immortal Realm!" Han Xingyu raised an eyebrow and smiled. "As long as she takes the elixir, she can decide what form she wants to take! Whether she wants to become younger or not, I will wait until my body is fully mature and then transform into a middle-aged form to grow old with her!"

Xu Yu's hand trembled slightly, and he asked in a low, serious voice, "Are you sure you won't marry anyone but her?"

"You won't marry anyone but her?" Han Xingyu waved his hand, a playful smile on his face. "She's the one I'll naturally marry, but I'll marry other women too!"

"What do you mean!" Xu Yu's eyes instantly turned cold and dangerous.

"I never intended to hang myself on one tree," Han Xingyu said with a wicked smile. "Isn't it common for men to have multiple wives and concubines?"

Xu Yu's face darkened, and he said ominously, "If you haven't decided that you have to marry her, then don't disturb her life."

"You're being strange!" Han Xingyu narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Even if he's your brother-in-law, isn't this a bit too much interference? The path of cultivation is long and arduous; spending a lifetime with only one woman would be incredibly tiresome, wouldn't it? Perhaps she wouldn't even mind, so why are you making such a fuss!"

"She doesn't mind?" Xu Yu frowned slightly.

A sly glint flashed in Han Xingyu's eyes as she sneered, "Though it may be presumptuous, it is the truth. Didn't she like you in the past? When she liked you, you already had a wife, yet she didn't mind being a concubine, did she? It's just that you rejected her, so she had to give you up and transfer her affections to me. She wouldn't mind sharing a husband with someone else either. Besides, what's wrong with me making her the principal wife?"

Xu Yu remained silent for a long time before saying softly, "I will not let her share a husband with another man!"

"As her brother-in-law, you've gone too far," Han Xingyu said with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You verbally reject her, yet you want to possess her and don't want her to marry. Isn't that a bit too domineering? Since you rejected her, you should have let go. But now that she's let go, you're disappointed and want to grab her back? Isn't that ridiculous?"

Xu Yu suddenly stood up, said nothing, and walked towards the door.

Watching Xu Yu's departing figure, Han Xingyu smirked mischievously and said coldly, "If you don't want to marry her, then don't care whether others marry her or not, and don't care whether she's happy or not. Just because you think others can't give you happiness doesn't mean you can stop them. Then give her happiness yourself! You stubborn fool!"

Xu Yu paused slightly, but soon moved on and strode away.

Han Tianci walked to Han Xingyu's side, raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems your provocation didn't work."

Han Xingyu pouted and said, "It's only just begun."

……

As night fell slightly, Yuqiong's face was flushed, as if she had never recovered.

He sat on the bed, smiling at Yuqiong without saying a word, just gazing at her tenderly.

Yuqiong turned her face away awkwardly and said softly, "Why are you always staring at me?"

"Because you're good-looking," he replied with a smile.

Yuqiong said somewhat shyly, "If I hadn't taken the elixir, I wouldn't look this good; I'd probably be quite old by now."

He reached out and pulled her to his side, chuckling softly, "No matter what you look like, I'll still think you're beautiful."

"You're lying." Yuqiong struggled slightly, but couldn't pull her hand away from his. Unable to break free, she had no choice but to give up, frowning as she said, "If I were like that now, you definitely wouldn't say that. Maybe... you would despise me."

"No!" He suddenly cast a spell, his handsome face turning slightly ashen, with obvious wrinkles appearing, and his voice becoming aged as he said softly, "I am old too, but in my failing eyesight, you are still the most beautiful."

Yuqiong's hands trembled slightly as she gently stroked his face. His aged features and rough texture warmed her, making her want to hold him and never let go.

She did as she had in mind, reaching out to hug him tightly, burying her face shyly in his chest, and whispering, "You really don't mind that I came from a place like that?"

He reached out and hugged her tightly, gently stroking her long hair and lovingly kissing the strands of hair on her forehead. "I'm not a superficial person."

"My benefactor..."

"Didn't I tell you to call me husband?" His thumb brushed against her lips, a seductive smile curving his face, his youthful appearance returning. His handsome face drew closer, and he kissed her lips greedily. His hot tongue, like a nimble earthworm, probed into her mouth, teasing her sweet tongue, their lips intertwining passionately.

Yuqiong's eyes gradually became hazy, "Husband..."

"Good girl!" He didn't let go of her tongue, but instead narrowed his seductive eyes and caressed her back with his large hand.

Yuqiong's body tensed up, stiffened, and she dared not move.

His fingers playfully slid down her neck along her cervical spine, stirring up waves of excitement.

Yuqiong's breathing became rapid. In her daze, her hands involuntarily gripped his back, releasing her nervousness and fear. "I...this is...my first time..."

He knew perfectly well that she was a virgin. Although she was in a brothel, he had rescued her on the day she was auctioned off, preventing her from falling into a pit of fire. But now, his simple desire to save her had turned into him taking away her initial beauty.

He hesitated slightly, cursing inwardly: If I take her now, wouldn't I be just like those people, buying her?

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, gently pushed her down onto the bed, but instead of pressing down on her, he stood up and gently covered her with the blanket.

"Why..." Yuqiong bit her lower lip, and said shyly, "Why not continue?"

Nan Yu lowered his eyes, took a deep breath. Her shy appearance was a fatal temptation. He tried hard to suppress himself and said in a deep voice, "It's not the right time yet."

"I have already...called you my husband...why isn't it time yet?"

Seeing her face flushed and her extremely embarrassed expression as she spoke, Nan Yu couldn't help but laugh and cry. He leaned down and gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips. "I will give you a wedding, and on our wedding night, I will give you your true status." With that, he walked towards the door.

Yuqiong asked nervously, "Where are you going?"

"I will return to my original residence and tell Miss Wuxie that I am temporarily in seclusion to cultivate, and will return here when I reach the mid-stage of Immortal Lord."

"I……"

"When I return, it will be the day I marry you." He turned around, smiled gently, opened the door, and left.

Looking at the closed door, Yuqiong sat up, then lay down again, covered her face with the blanket, then lifted it to let in some fresh air. She couldn't calm down for a long time, unable to tell whether she was relieved or disappointed because he hadn't continued, or excited or nervous because he said he wanted to marry her. She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep for a long time.

Lu Feng sat on the rooftop, gazing at the night sky, feeling the cool breeze, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

That day, she begged him not to leave, begged him to let her be his shadow. This wasn't just once or twice; back in the martial arts world, he would come to see her every year. It seemed like this scene was repeating itself every time.

Every time he cruelly leaves, I want to give up, but I never really do. This time, however, I really seem to be giving up on him. He must be very free now.

Lü Feng sighed and gave a bitter smile.

If it weren't for the fear that he might not want to join the Heavenly Star Evil Palace because of her feelings for him, she wouldn't have given up, right?

Actually, it should have been time for me to give up long ago, but because I always wanted to be my sister's shadow, I forgot that I am a free-spirited woman, not like my sister, and instead became similar to her, clinging to her desperately.

Memories drift like drifting catkins...

Amidst the heavy snow, he rode a black horse, with his sister sitting in a carriage. The carriage passed by him, the wind lifting the curtain. In just one glance, he was already captivated by his bearing.

Similarly, his blood-related sister was also attracted to him.

The carriage continued to move forward. The older sister strained to see him, now far away, and turned to herself excitedly, saying, "Feng'er, that man, that man is exactly how I dreamed of him!"

She paused slightly, her heart tightening, and could only manage a forced smile. "Sister, you like him? You don't know him at all, and you like him just because of his looks?"

The older sister nodded firmly. Never before had her delicate frame held such earnestness and determination in her eyes. "I like him!"

"But...it was just a brief encounter, we might not meet again." She tried to suppress her disappointment and tentatively asked, "Besides, doesn't my sister already have a fiancé?"

"I...don't like that person." The older sister lowered her head. She was such a tactful woman, and her disappointment was evident in her words, making people feel sorry for her. She was hiding her feelings of love at first sight for this person.

"How do you know you don't like it if you've never seen it?" Lu Feng frowned.

I will not see you.

"Grandpa and that man's grandfather are engaged. If my sister is unwilling, it will be my turn," Lu Feng sighed. "If my sister is unwilling, then I will go see him."

"Really?" The older sister smiled brightly, but then lowered her head in distress and said softly, "That's not a good idea."

"It's alright, I'll go see him. If he's not good, I'll find a way to scare him!" Lu Feng said mischievously. "I'm a notorious tomboy; I'm afraid he'll call off the engagement himself!"

Fate is indeed so cruel. After my sister got off the carriage and chased after the man, I was taken in the carriage to the residence of my sister's fiancé, whom she was supposed to visit. Instead, I met him. This man was actually the one my grandfather had arranged for my marriage. If my sister withdrew, would I be able to be with him?

While she was at a loss, her sister arrived at the house and told her that she hadn't caught up. Lost and disoriented, she saw the man and immediately abandoned the idea of ​​her taking his place. She even said, with great righteousness, that she shouldn't have been asked to take her place.

If she truly felt it was wrong, why did she get off the carriage in the first place?

But after all, they are sisters. I am not her. The granddaughter that Grandpa mentioned could also be me, but there is an order of seniority in the family. If she is willing, I cannot take her place.

And so, with mixed feelings, she realized that when he first met her, he thought she was his fiancée, but it was her sister who married him. She didn't know what he was thinking at the time. But later, when they returned to their parents' home, all she saw was him and her sister being affectionate. Perhaps he didn't care who the first one was, but only who the one who married him was.

Perhaps it is true, as he said, that he loves himself more, which is why he accepts everyone, regardless of who he met before or who he later marries.

"Sister Lü Feng." A smiling voice rang out.

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the newcomer.

"Vice Palace Master?"

"Don't be so formal, just call me Xingyu." Han Xingyu narrowed her eyes and smiled mischievously, "Sister Lü Feng, isn't it cold here? What are you thinking about so late at night?"

Lu Feng frowned slightly. Why was this little guy suddenly being so hospitable?

"I wasn't thinking about anything, I wasn't sleepy, so I came out for some fresh air."

"Oh!" Han Xingyu nodded meaningfully and said, "I overheard your conversation with Elder Xu earlier."

"Hmm." Lu Feng nodded. They weren't far away; they were right in front of the door, and with their cultivation levels, they could hear them unintentionally.

"It is indeed a strange thing that your sister is dead, yet he pursues the path to immortality." Han Xingyu narrowed her eyes and analyzed, "Han Tianci's fiancée once thought he was dead and desperately wanted to commit suicide. That kind of love is true love to the point of not being able to live without him."

Lu Feng frowned, but didn't speak; he simply listened patiently.

Han Xingyu added, "Don't you think he doesn't really love your sister?"

"He doesn't want to marry me because of my sister," Lu Feng said, shaking his head.

"Is that so?" Han Xingyu narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "If he really couldn't marry anyone but her, if he loved her to that extent, then how could he live on alone after she died? Even if he did live on alone, he would only be decadent. Why would he pursue the path to immortality? Don't you find that contradictory?"

"He loves himself more. After a lover died, he gave all his love to himself. By loving himself alone, he will inevitably walk the path to immortality."

"If that's the case, then why should I protect you?"

"Protect me?" Lu Feng smiled bitterly, "It's not about protecting me, it's just my sister's request, fulfilling her dying wish."

"Is that really so?" Han Xingyu smiled mysteriously, raising an eyebrow. "How about we make a bet?"

"A bet?" Lü Feng looked at Han Xingyu with a puzzled expression.

……

In the pitch-black valley, the middle-aged man's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

As Wu Sha paced back and forth among the middle-aged man, he said in a low voice, "My Demon Bee has been keeping a close eye on Nan Yu and has noticed that he has recently shown signs of a breakthrough."

Mei Rusha, disguised as a man, frowned and said, "Didn't he run out of resources?"

The alluring, busty beauty, Mei Ruzui, stroked her chin with a strange expression and said, "Unless there are abundant veins of immortal stones in the mortal realm."

"That's impossible," the middle-aged man said outright.

Mei Ruzui smiled knowingly and said, "Of course I know it's impossible, so there's only one possibility."

Wu Sha said gravely, "According to the message from the Demon Bee, he only left the house once, and the place he went to that time must be problematic!"

"Your guiding bee should recognize that place?" Mei Rusha toyed with her fan, squinting as she said, "Shall we go and investigate?"

"Good!" Pentakill clapped his hands.

……

Hua Qianye sat and watched Han Wuxie wash up, patiently observing her.

Han Wuxie asked somewhat awkwardly, "Where have all the contracted beasts been taken? I haven't seen them for so long."

Hua Qianye narrowed his eyes and said with a wicked smile, "What, missing them?"

"A tiny bit." Han Wuxie pursed his lips and said, "You didn't kill me to cover it up, did you?"

"Kill them? Why would I kill them!" Hua Qianye smiled lazily, resting his hands behind his head.

"Why all the secrecy? Where exactly have they been sent?" Han Wuxie pressed.

Hua Qianye raised her hand, gesturing towards the ring, and said, "It's on your finger."

"Inside the ring?" Han Wuxie probed with his divine sense, then frowned and said, "There are still places inside that I can't detect. What on earth are you up to!"

"It's not that I'm not letting you explore; it's because you haven't become a god yet. To master the ancient artifacts, you naturally need to become a god to use them freely."

Han Wuxie curled his lip and said, "You arranged for them to be in a place I can't detect, wasn't that intentional?"

Hua Qianye smiled awkwardly and sighed, "The places you can't detect are the most suitable places for them to cultivate."

Han Wuxie rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said in a low voice, "You're just doing this on purpose! You stingy man!"

"What do you mean?" Hua Qianye feigned ignorance.

"You know perfectly well!" Han Wuxie scoffed. "You're such a jealous guy!"

Hua Qianye smiled, his eyes narrowing, and whispered mischievously in her ear, "Those guys want to get stronger too. I'm just helping them get stronger; I'm doing a good deed. I have no other intentions!"

Han Wuxie gave him a suspicious look, then remained silent.

Hua Qianye sighed, about to say something, but then his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked out the window with displeasure, saying in a low voice, "There are uninvited guests."

"An uninvited guest?" Han Wuxie asked疑惑地问道, "Who is it?"

"Nan Yu came knocking before I even reached the mid-stage of Immortal Lord. It seems I'll have to make a move." Hua Qianye smiled knowingly.

Han Wuxie's heart tightened, and he stopped him, saying in a low voice, "Don't go, I'll handle it. I don't want you to use your magic."

"How are you going to handle this? They're not from the cultivation world, they're powerful demon lords and underworld lords from both the immortal and demon realms." Hua Qianye said with a wry smile, "Be good, let me go. I don't need to use much magic."

"No." Han Wuxie insisted on shaking his head.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Hua Qianye looked at her helplessly, his blue eyes filled with sorrow, and said softly, "I'll go and wipe them out. It'll be quick, I won't need any magic power at all. Then you won't have any worries and can cultivate in peace. Why do you have to deal with these things?"

"Hua Qianye!" Han Wuxie suddenly called his name very seriously and said solemnly, "I will ask you for help when I am really helpless. Now, I want to try. If it can avoid your intervention, I really don't want you to intervene."

Hua Qianye was silent for a moment, then smiled beautifully and said with doting eyes, "Okay, then I'll stay by your side."

Han Wuxie nodded and flashed a bright smile.

Han Wuxie stood at the door, patiently waiting for those people to arrive.

"We're here," Hua Qianye said.

Han Wuxie looked around but didn't notice anyone. However, if a Demon Lord-level expert wanted to avoid being discovered, he naturally wouldn't be able to.

She feigned composure and said nonchalantly, "Since you're here, why hide?"

Hiding in the shadows, Wu Sha and the middle-aged man exchanged a glance. Mei Ru Sha and Mei Ru Zui both frowned and hesitated.

Mei Rusha transmitted her voice, "This little girl looks familiar."

"Now that you mention it, it looks familiar too," Mei Ruzui said, squinting her eyes.

Wu Sha took out a scroll from his storage pouch, pointed to a portrait of a young girl, and said, "It's her!"

"So it's this prettier girl than you!" Mei Rusha narrowed her eyes, raised an eyebrow at Mei Ruzui, and said mischievously, "She's definitely much prettier than you now that she's grown up!"

Mei Ruzui looked somewhat awkward, but her gaze was deep as she looked at Han Wuxie. She didn't want to admit defeat, but she had to say, "She and I are two different styles and cannot be compared."

"You're just making excuses!" Mei Rusha rolled her eyes.

"Is this the person who ruined our plans?" The middle-aged man's voice became eerie.

Wu Sha whispered, "Should we go out? She's spotted us."

"How could they have found us? That's strange!" Mei Rusha said telepathically, somewhat puzzled.

"It's a celestial bone!" Wu Sha put away the poisonous bees and whispered.

"Immortal bones?" Mei Ruzui narrowed her eyes, and a ferret peeked out from the beast pouch at her waist. She asked with a playful tone, "Is it a celestial being descended to earth?"

"Judging by her age, she seems to have recently descended to the mortal realm," Mei Rusha transmitted telepathically. "Is there a way back?"

"Strange woman, strange place!" The middle-aged man used his divine sense to search the entire Heavenly Star Evil Palace and transmitted his voice: "There are over a thousand cultivators here who are at least at the Golden Core stage."

"Such a massive cultivation organization?" Mei Rusha asked in a puzzling voice transmission, "How come we've never discovered such an organization before? How could such an organization suddenly appear?"

The middle-aged man transmitted his voice, "Go out and meet her!"

Han Wuxie had been waiting for a long time, thinking they were unwilling to come out. Just as he was about to look at Hua Qianye, four people walked out from behind the wall.

The middle-aged man had a serious expression and looked stern and intimidating.

The short, stocky man looked somewhat comical, but his expression was clearly very serious.

The woman with large breasts had a low neckline and was quite beautiful.

The last person was a pale-faced scholar, but he looked effeminate no matter how you looked at him.

With just one glance, Han Wuxie discerned the personalities of these individuals and roughly guessed that the middle-aged man and the short, stocky man were the Demon Lord and the Underworld Lord that Nan Yu had mentioned.

"You killed a ghost cultivator in the Nine Provinces Continent?" The middle-aged man's face was extremely ugly. That ghost cultivator was his most capable subordinate, yet he was killed by the other party. Naturally, he harbored resentment towards Han Wuxie.

Han Wuxie hesitated for a moment, then nodded generously without denying it, saying, "Yes."

"I admire your honesty." The middle-aged man's voice was gloomy and resentful.

Han Wuxie looked at him calmly, his gaze showing no fear, but even a hint of mockery, and said coldly, "If he wants to kill me, I will naturally kill him. Does that mean if someone wants to kill you, you'd let them go?"

"Good! A sharp tongue indeed!" The middle-aged man looked at Pentakill and said in a low voice, "What should we do?"

Han Wuxie gave Wu Sha a deep look. This man with a somewhat comical appearance and short stature should be the leader of the four, right? He should be a mid-stage Demon Lord, right?

Wu Sha frowned, his expression grave. "She killed your people. How you deal with her is your business, but we must find out why she possesses immortal bones."

With a bewitching smile, Mei Ruzui raised an eyebrow and asked, "Little girl, you're quite pretty. How old are you?"

Han Wuxie glanced at her indifferently without answering, but Mei Rusha beside her sneered, "Has she gone mad from being stuck in the mortal realm? Judging by her life force, she's at most eighteen years old."

"The prime of life at eighteen!" Mei Ruzui rubbed the corner of her eye. Even though she had no wrinkles, she exclaimed, "It's so good to be young without wrinkles! Unlike me, I'm already quite old, and I've got crow's feet!"

"Eighteen years old?" Wu Sha frowned and scrutinized Han Wuxie again, as if he had thought of something, and said in a low voice, "Is your father Nan Yu?"

Han Wuxie was stunned. How did he become Nan Yu's child? But then again, according to these guys' ideas, the path from the Immortal Demon Realm to the Mortal Realm has been destroyed. Anyone who appears in the Mortal Realm with immortal bones must be the child of an immortal among mortals!

"No!" The middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, his eyes widened in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Wu Sha looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled expression.

The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "The root of God, it is the root of God!"

"The Root of God?" Wu Sha probed Han Wuxie's dantian with his divine sense.

Hua Qianye wanted to stop her, but Han Wuxie wouldn't let him use his magic until she said she couldn't do it and wanted him to help her. Otherwise, she would get angry. Hua Qianye could only try his best to endure it.

"The Root of God!" Wu Sha's voice became somewhat hoarse, low and dangerous as he said, "That guy Nan Yu, could he possibly produce such a seed?"

The middle-aged man firmly denied it: "Definitely not Nan Yu's child. Such a child could only be a god's child! The highest level of being among gods and humans!"

"Who exactly are you? Who are your parents? How did you come to the mortal realm?!" Wu Sha's face turned murderous.

The middle-aged man had already approached Han Wuxie step by step, trying to trap Han Wuxie with his divine sense pressure, but the moment his divine sense pressure was applied, it was bounced back by the power of the Root of God.

Hua Qianye smiled knowingly, and Han Wuxie's eyes lit up as he turned to look at Hua Qianye.

Hua Qianye said in a voice that only Han Wuxie could hear: "I forgot to tell you before, the Cloud Mist Fire Snow Flower is a thing of the divine realm. The divine root you grow depends on your inner strength. If your inner strength is pure, it will be a good quality divine root. If you grow a good quality divine root, then apart from gods and immortals, the divine sense pressure of immortals will be ineffective against you who have divine roots."

Han Wuxie curled into a slanted smile. As long as he wasn't afraid of the pressure of divine sense, he could exchange a few blows with them, right?

I wonder what kind of power a martial artist's Golden Core, which is similar to that of a cultivator in the Golden Core stage, possesses.

Whether they are cultivators, immortals, demons, or ghosts, there is a certain interval between using spells. If I use the Root of God to use spells one moment and the Golden Core to use internal energy and techniques the next, how long can they withstand it?

Could we wear down a master at the level of a Celestial Demon Tribulation Monarch?

Hua Qianye was taken aback when he saw the intense fighting spirit burning in the little girl's eyes. He asked in surprise, "You want to fight them?"

Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Set up a barrier to block the other three, allowing that middle-aged man to fight me one-on-one. That shouldn't require your magic power, just a talisman, right?"

The middle-aged man, Wu Sha, Mei Ru Sha, and Mei Ru Zui could not see Hua Qianye. In their current view, Han Wu Xie was talking to himself.

"What is this little girl saying? She wants to fight me one-on-one?" The middle-aged man's smile turned sarcastic and cold.

Hua Qianye looked at Han Wuxie with some worry and said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to challenge the Underworld Lord? The other two, who are below the Demon Lord level, should be more suitable."

Han Wuxie shook his head, coldly looking at the middle-aged man. "I find him the most displeasing!"

Upon hearing this, Mei Ruzui burst into laughter. "Little girl, do you mean you find the rest of us agreeable? But are you sure you want to fight this monster uncle who never smiles? He's very fierce and won't hold back!"

Han Wuxie ignored Mei Ruzui and instead looked at Hua Qianye with a somewhat urging gaze.

Hua Qianye nodded helplessly and said, "If you want to try, I'll let you, but don't overexert yourself!"

"I know, no, I'll make you take action!" Han Wuxie smiled slightly.

"Is there anyone else?" Mei Rusha looked around in confusion and sent a telepathic message to her sister.

Mei Ruzui frowned and whispered, "Rusha, I feel there's something strange about this girl. We should play it by ear. We don't necessarily have to go to our deaths with these two stinky men. Our goal is just to go home, not to offend anyone."

At this moment, the two sisters still worked together. In front of the pentakill and the middle-aged man, they may have been pretending to be at odds from the very beginning.

Mei Rusha transmitted her voice, "Sister, should we communicate with this little girl privately?"

Mei Ruzui's eyes darkened slightly as she whispered, "Let's observe first. This little girl isn't targeting us. We'll stay in the back and let those two idiots hold the line!"

Hua Qianye naturally heard their telepathic communication and whispered in their ears, "If you just want to go home and don't really intend to harm anyone, then cooperate with me obediently. I'll now use a barrier to block you two and the other Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord becomes agitated, the two of you can work together to deal with him for a while. That should be fine, right?"

"Who are you?" Mei Ruzui asked warily via telepathy.

"Don't worry about who I am. As long as I can get you to go home, you should listen to me, right?" Hua Qianye said with a cold laugh.

"Let us go home?" Mei Ruzui asked suspiciously via telepathy.

Hua Qianye sneered, "You're all curious about who brought this little girl down here, aren't you?"

"It's you? Who exactly are you?" Mei Ruzui and Mei Rusha transmitted their voices simultaneously, speaking in unison.

Hua Qianye said playfully, "If I have the ability to send her down to the mortal realm, then I naturally have the ability to send you back. Don't worry about who I am, believe me or not. If you believe me, then keep an eye on that Demon Lord. If you don't believe me, you can tell him everything I've told you."

"I don't trust you, but I don't trust him either. If this young girl can exchange more than ten blows with the Underworld Lord, I will help you," Mei Ruzui said telepathically, her shrewd eyes narrowing.

"It's up to you. I just wanted to help you out of kindness. As for how you choose, I don't care." After Hua Qianye finished transmitting his voice, a talisman appeared in his hand, which transformed into a golden, semi-transparent wall, surrounding Wu Sha, Mei Ru Zui, and Mei Ru Sha.

Suddenly surrounded, Pentakill became anxious and tried to break through the wall. However, when he used his strongest magic to strike, the wall seemed to crumble like tofu, but it quickly reformed itself in an instant. After repeated attacks, Pentakill became exhausted, but the wall was still reformed perfectly as before.

Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes, looking at the middle-aged man left alone outside, and said arrogantly and defiantly, "The Underworld Lord, is it? Let me see what this fallen Underworld Lord of the mortal realm is capable of!"

"You brat, you're asking for death!" The middle-aged man glanced at the semi-transparent wall behind him. He could see that Pentakill was attacking the wall frantically, but the wall was destroyed and rebuilt. Pentakill had no chance to escape.

Han Wuxie stood in mid-air when the ground suddenly cracked open, water gushing out from the crack. The water instantly condensed into ice pillars beneath Han Wuxie's feet. Han Wuxie stood on the ice pillars, the cold air emanating from them was wisps of snow-white, as if she were walking on clouds, dreamlike and illusory.

"These fancy moves are only good for fooling children! Do you think you're putting on a show?" The middle-aged man's face gradually darkened, and his lower body transformed into a ghostly aura like a shadow. Many visible gray ghosts appeared around him, each ghost, formed like black smoke, emitting strange howls and wails, accompanied by the middle-aged man's sinister and eerie laughter.

The middle-aged man's lips were clearly downturned, making him look like he was in a bitter expression, but he was emitting a strange laugh that was hard to tell whether it was a cry or a laugh. He opened his palm, revealing a teapot. He gently squeezed the teapot handle, and blackened blood, which smelled foul, filled the teapot. The blood splashed onto the ghosts, and the ground churned violently. From a distance, from underground, and from the mountaintop, more than a dozen coffins flew in. With a fierce roar from the middle-aged man, the coffin lids were opened.

Hua Qianye frowned and said, "Why didn't you make a move? Why did you give him time to summon zombies and ghosts?"

Han Wuxie looked at the middle-aged man, not disturbing him, but watching him play his tricks as if he were a movie. She replied softly, "I want to see what kind of abilities the Underworld Lord has. Because he can only use one-tenth of his power in the mortal realm, I want to see what one-tenth of his power is like. When I return to the immortal realm, I won't be in an unknown position when facing the Underworld Lord's experts. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. Knowing the Underworld Lord's moves will allow me to win psychologically."

Hua Qianye said solemnly, "It's good to be prepared, but you are still at a disadvantage against the Underworld Lord who can only use one-tenth of his strength in the mortal realm. If you give him time to summon too many zombies and spirits, you will be in great danger."

Han Wuxie smiled mischievously, took out a seven-stringed zither from his storage pouch, and said playfully, "For spirits and zombies, sonic attacks are probably the most lethal, aren't they?"

A hint of admiration flashed in Hua Qianye's eyes. She said no more and let her express herself.

"You brat, now is not the time to perform. You think you can please me by playing the piano?" the middle-aged man sneered.

Han Wuxie raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, coldly saying, "Before you die, letting you hear my music is a blessing, at least you won't be going on your lonely journey!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man angrily retorted, "You brat, you have quite the sharp tongue!" As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen emaciated, bluish-green, and decaying corpses suddenly jumped out from the dozen or so coffins.

The middle-aged man poured the blackened blood from the teapot onto the dozen or so corpses. The dozen or so ghosts around him seemed to have found their home, showing excited and thrilled expressions. There were no terrifying heroic spirits like smoke; their faces only had five holes, representing the unknown eyes, nostrils, and mouths.

A dozen or so ghosts floated to the front of a dozen or so corpses and crawled into their eyes. The corpses suddenly opened their closed eyelids, and their already somewhat rotten eyes emitted an eerie green light. If you looked into their eyes, you would become dazed and confused.

A dozen or so corpses, possessed by evil spirits, lay obediently at the middle-aged man's feet, lined up in order, like well-behaved pets.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed even colder. He was very confident in his Netherworld Ghost Technique. Once the Yin Spirit he cultivated possessed a zombie, its strength would increase rapidly. Every zombie possessed by a Yin Spirit would become a King of the Underworld among the underworld beings.

"You brat, prepare to die!" The middle-aged man, like a general commanding his troops, pointed his finger in Han Wuxie's direction and uttered a disgusting, chilling voice, which he thought was gentle: "My darlings, go enjoy your feast!"

A dozen or so corpses possessed by evil spirits let out eerie howls and wails, their excitement like they'd been injected with adrenaline as they lunged at Han Wuxie. Some even fought amongst themselves as they charged, and a few zombies, whose bones had weathered over time, were knocked to the ground, their legs snapping with a "crack." With exaggerated speed and agility, they tumbled and crawled toward Han Wuxie, their remaining bodies clinging to their knees.

Han Wuxie watched the people rushing around as if they were too late and wouldn't be able to get a bone from their small frame. He raised a mocking sneer, then looked at the middle-aged man with a wicked smile and asked, "I wrote a pretty good piece of music. Originally, it was only effective against beasts, but I recently modified it slightly so that it can be used in conjunction with magic power, making it somewhat lethal to cultivators. I wonder if it will be equally effective against your 'treasures'?"