Genius Beast Tamer

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"You brat, let me remind you, my darlings are equivalent to the King of the Underworld, unlike these weak and frail cultivators in the mortal realm!"

"We'll find out soon enough by trying!" Han Wuxie smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with an arrogant and confident light.

The middle-aged man's mockery was like a cold, sharp sword. He growled coldly, "Why aren't you charging yet!"

The zombie lunged at Han Wuxie, baring its fangs and claws. One of its ugly claws reached for Han Wuxie's eyeballs, but Han Wuxie showed no fear and calmly plucked a string from his zither.

A chilling, eerie aura emanated the moment the strings were plucked, and the energy transformed into a sharp sword, severing all five claws of the zombie.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man wasn't worried. Instead, he gave a sinister smile and said in a chilling tone, "Is that all the tricks you know?"

Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly. At this moment, the zombie not only did not suffer from the pain of having all its fingers severed, but also had a strange and terrifying happy smile on its face.

The blackened blood that the middle-aged man had previously sprinkled on the zombie suddenly burst forth with a blinding light, instantly seeping into the zombie's body through its skin. The zombie let out a long howl and instantly transformed into a demon, growing six terrifying arms that resembled its legs, making it look like a withered, bluish-green spider.

Han Wuxie sneered, his fingers lightly brushing across the strings. The air rippled like water, instantly transforming into countless ice spikes. The needle-thin ice spikes flew into the zombies' bodies, and more than a dozen zombies were instantly locked in place by the ice spikes formed from the sound waves, like puppets that had lost their strings. Han Wuxie plucked the strings, and they changed their movements in rhythm with the music. Even their terrified faces became comical.

They clearly intended to look ferocious and terrifying, but under Han Wuxie's light and cheerful melody, they became comical, both laughing and crying, their faces full of pain.

"Your little ones seem to listen to me more!" Han Wuxie said with a teasing smile.

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly; this was a scene he had never imagined.

The middle-aged man roared angrily, "Get back here, all of you!"

The zombies looked at the middle-aged man in fear, wanting to return as he instructed. However, when Han Wuxie changed the tune of his zither, the zombies did indeed return, but they rushed back ferociously, turning their attack on the middle-aged man instead.

"How is that possible!"

The middle-aged man could hardly believe his eyes; the ghost he had nurtured for thousands of years was attacking him.

He dodged somewhat awkwardly, seemingly reluctant to harm the precious creature he had painstakingly nurtured. However, the zombies showed no intention of letting him go, swarming towards him relentlessly. Even if he dodged one, another would bar its fangs and claws and pounce on him, its eyes filled with bloodlust.

"Damn it! Get out of my way!" the middle-aged man cursed angrily. "Open your eyes and look properly! It's me! You actually attacked me! Don't force me to fight! Now get out of my way!"

The zombies' eyes were murky and bloodthirsty, completely ignoring what he was saying. Han Wuxie's zither music was furious and fierce, and their attacks also became furious and fierce. Han Wuxie's gaze was bloodthirsty and gloomy, and their gazes changed with the music and the mood of the player.

The middle-aged man was furious. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He suddenly opened his sharp, cold gaze and glared fiercely at Han Wuxie, who was playing the zither. He said in a low, dangerous voice, "You brat, you've got some skills! But do you think I can't do anything to you just like that? So what if I raised zombies? In the end, they're just my tools. I can destroy them as easily as turning my hand!" As soon as he finished speaking, with a "crack," he crushed the teapot in his hand into powder. In that instant, more than a dozen zombies and the Yin spirits among them all exploded, letting out a deafening wail, turning into black dust and being carried away by the wind.

Han Wuxie smiled faintly and stopped playing the zither.

"You brat, those are just puppets. This time I'm going to take action myself! I won't let you off so easily, you ignorant brat!"

Han Wuxie looked at him calmly, narrowing his eyes, "So you're finally going to make a move yourself?" What kind of power does a Golden Core cultivator possess? Having come to this cultivation continent, he has yet to actually try using such power, and he still doesn't know just how strong it is.

"Heh heh!" The middle-aged man chuckled sinisterly, making strange gestures with his hands, each finger seemingly bent excessively, becoming grotesque.

Han Wuxie frowned slightly, as Hua Qianye reminded him, "It's about summoning the soul of a powerful being to possess you."

"The soul of the strong?"

"That means a soul power even stronger than his current one, allowing him to unleash the full power of the Underworld Lord in the mortal realm!"

"The complete power of the Underworld Lord?" Han Wuxie's brows furrowed even more, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

"Shall I make a move?" Hua Qianye asked tentatively.

Han Wuxie hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Let me try first. I also want to see what the Underworld Lord looks like when he is fully formed."

"Alright." Hua Qianye smiled gently, but her figure moved a little closer to Han Wuxie, as if she were ready to take action to protect her at any time.

Han Wuxie glanced at him, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but didn't say anything more.

The middle-aged man suddenly began to tremble all over, as if a terrifying ghost was crawling into his body, making him look even more ferocious and horrifying.

Those cold, gloomy eyes turned bloodthirsty and brutal. His body swelled up, his clothes burst open instantly, his muscles bulged, and his veins bulged.

Han Wuxie frowned slightly, becoming even more vigilant.

The middle-aged man jogged toward Han Wuxie, and when he landed, a small pit would be formed by his footprint.

"You brat, prepare to die!" The middle-aged man created a gust of wind as he ran, and a terrifying skull appeared in his palm. He threw the skull at Han Wuxie, muttering a terrifying sound like a ghost's wail.

Han Wuxie's head throbbed with pain, and his feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground. Looking down, he saw that at some point, more than a dozen hands had emerged from the ground, pulling his feet down forcefully.

Han Wuxie hurriedly played the seven-stringed zither. The ancient music disrupted the ghostly wailing that the man was chanting. The hands that emerged from the ground trembled, trying to grab Han Wuxie's hands. Han Wuxie used his magic to make the water from the ground gush out and instantly freeze into ice. The ice pierced through the terrifying ghostly hands, which struggled to break free, even at the cost of broken fingers. After breaking free from the ice piercings, they dared not grab Han Wuxie anymore and fearfully burrowed back into the ground.

The middle-aged man was still trying to mutter something when a terrifying voice suddenly rang out, and Han Wuxie's head began to throb violently again. She played a piece of music quickly, but even with the tempo increasing, she still couldn't suppress the middle-aged man's voice.

"Hahaha, stop struggling!" The middle-aged man let out a cold laugh. With his laughter, the strange, terrifying incantation, like the wailing of ghosts, became even louder, as if it could shatter eardrums and pierce skulls.

Han Wuxie's fingers gradually became uncontrollable and numb. Her head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was about to explode. It felt like a million ants were crawling into her ears and eroding her brain nerves, making it impossible for her to play the piano or resist the terrifying wailing.

Is this the terrifying power of the Underworld Lord?

The Underworld Lord attacks with the power of the soul, unlike immortals and demons who have fancy spells and magnificent props and artifacts. Underworld cultivators use sound, ghosts, and soul power to control others.

Han Wuxie felt those sounds, like the wailing of ghosts, were pulling at his soul, and his soul seemed unable to control his body and attack.

"Wu Xie, don't be misled by those voices. Calm down, calm down!" Hua Qianye became somewhat anxious.

Han Wuxie struggled slightly, her voice was somewhat muffled but still audible. She tried to calm down as Hua Qianye had instructed, but she couldn't truly do so.

"Don't think of him as the King of the Underworld, don't think about anything else. Calm down. You don't have to have a zither in your hands to play it, and melodies don't necessarily have to be played on a zither!"

"No need... for the zither...?" Han Wuxie frowned. These words seemed easy to understand, yet also difficult to understand. She wanted to look at Hua Qianye with a hint of weariness, but she couldn't even turn her head. Her eyes seemed to be frozen in place, and her entire soul couldn't control any part of her body.

Han Wuxie became anxious and wanted to ask him for help, but found that even asking for help had become difficult.

I must overcome this test of my soul!

My soul belongs to me; no one can control it!

Even without a body, my soul is still mine, and no one can stop my soul!

A melody of the soul! A melody played without a piano—could it be the melody of the soul?

So, is the sound of that middle-aged man's wailing, like a ghost's cry, the sound of a soul?

The power of the soul can create the melody of the soul, but where does the power of the soul come from?

While I was struggling with this, I suddenly felt a cold touch, as if there was something inside my body that I could control. What was this one and only thing?

She wanted to break free from her constraints and find that one and only thing!

What is it? What is that thing? What is it that is calling me? What power is calling me to awaken it?

A seed!

It's a seed sprouting!

The Root of God!

Finally, I could see clearly the only power that was not disturbed by the wailing of ghosts, the Root of God, something like a seed, which was emitting layers of cold air, as if it were sprouting, seeking my mercy and attention.

Do you want to grow? Root of God, what are you? What will you become after the seed grows?

The terrifying wailing of ghosts seemed to grow fainter, and the chill emanating from the Root of God seemed to protect his soul.

I vaguely felt that this tiny, seed-like thing was like a hungry baby crying for food, and I felt as if I were its mother, and a strange maternal instinct suddenly arose within me.

Do you want to grow?

I wanted to speak and ask it a question, but I couldn't make a sound.

I tried to open my mouth, but still couldn't make a sound. I felt anxious and lost, but I kept trying to ask it.

Do you want to grow? Root of God, what will you become?

Grow up! Grow up quickly!

It seemed to be able to hear its own voice, and it felt as if there were giggling and playful sounds swirling around its ears. The Root of God suddenly moved, spinning as if searching for something.

What are you looking for? What are you searching for? Why aren't you growing up, instead of searching for something?

The Root of God spun and searched, finally settling on the Golden Core.

Golden Core? What are you trying to do?! Hey! What are you doing?!

Han Wuxie wanted to scream, but it was too late. The little thing that resembled a seed from the Root of God opened its mouth and swallowed the Golden Pill bit by bit, treating it as a delicacy!

Han Wuxie was in pain from the needle pricks and tried to stop it, but the little thing seemed to be eating with great excitement.

The whole golden pill was like a pastry. After eating it, the little thing seemed unsatisfied and still looked very hungry.

Han Wuxie felt a sense of despair, and his gaze became somewhat vacant.

The Golden Core is gone!

I no longer have my golden core!

Does that mean you have no cultivation at all?

Without cultivation, how can I fly, how can I return to the Immortal Realm!

The tiny, seed-like thing smacked its lips, and Han Wuxie could subconsciously sense its excitement—a kind of spiritual connection.

Suddenly, the little thing started to tremble, as if it had eaten something bad, and struggled.

Han Wuxie became even more nervous. Even without cultivation, the divine root could be restored, it was just a matter of time. If something unexpected happened to this little thing, then a big problem would arise!

The purpose of descending to the mortal realm is to cultivate it; it absolutely cannot be harmed!

Are you alright? Please, you must be alright!

Don't cry, don't be sad!

Suddenly, I sensed that the little thing felt guilty, as if it sensed that I was saddened by the fact that it had swallowed its inner core, and thus felt guilty and sad.

Han Wuxie awkwardly tried to speak to persuade it, even though she couldn't make a sound, she knew the little thing could hear her.

Don't feel guilty, I don't blame you. You were hungry, that's why you were like this. As long as you're okay, your cultivation can be restored. As long as you're alright, that's all that matters!

The little thing really can sense what I'm thinking and what I want to say.

It gradually calmed down, but soon it suddenly became excited and agitated again, as if it had seen some delicious food.

Han Wuxie could feel the little thing let out a strange cry, something like, "I'm going to start eating!"

Her body, which she couldn't control, suddenly became able to move, but it was clearly not her own soul that was moving; rather, it was the little thing that was controlling it.

What are you trying to do? What are you doing controlling my body?!

Han Wuxie's consciousness seemed to be able to notice the middle-aged man, and he suddenly noticed that the middle-aged man was somewhat frightened.

Han Wuxie paid closer attention to his body and was astonished to find that there was a vortex in his dantian, which was frantically absorbing things outward.

Looking at the middle-aged man again, Han Wuxie stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The root of his cultivation, which he had been practicing in meditation, was being forced out of the middle-aged man's body by the suction force.

The middle-aged man's cultivation and power vanished instantly. The root of darkness flew toward his dantian, and the little thing actually burst out of his body, opened a gaping maw-like opening, swallowed the root of darkness, and even exaggeratedly and comically let out a burp.

"What... is going on?" The faces of Wusha, Meirusha, and Meiruzui, who were trapped in the semi-transparent golden walls, turned terrified, their voices filled with fear and trembling.

The middle-aged man's magic and cultivation disappeared completely, and Han Wuxie's soul was no longer locked. She could speak freely and control her body freely.

After the little thing finished burping contentedly, it escaped back into Han Wuxie's dantian. Han Wuxie looked inward at his dantian and found that the golden core inside was gone. The little thing didn't have any large spider lilies either. Only upon close inspection could one notice that it had grown a little bit.

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless. Summoning the soul of a powerful being was already an extremely taxing task, and now, suddenly, he had transformed from a celestial being with a Netherworld root and the cultivation of a Netherworld Lord into a useless mortal without any spiritual roots. In an instant, his hair turned completely white, and his face became withered.

Because of his spiritual root and cultivation, his lifespan and appearance were the same. Now that he has suddenly become a mortal, he is an immortal old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Naturally, he has become a mortal who is tens of thousands of years old. However, because of his previous cultivation, a mortal who is tens of thousands of years old would have died long ago. Yet, he is still like a withered piece of firewood, barely holding on to his last breath.

Han Wuxie frowned slightly and looked at Hua Qianye with a puzzled expression. He met Hua Qianye's gaze, which was also clearly surprised. It was obvious that he did not know what was wrong with the divine root in his body.

"You know nothing at all?" Han Wuxie asked tentatively.

Hua Qianye snapped out of her daze and shook her head guiltily, saying, "There might have been some kind of anomaly."

"A mutation?" Han Wuxie sighed, somewhat worried. "Having absorbed the Netherworld Root and cultivation of a Netherworld Lord, what kind of thing will this seed grow into?"

Hua Qianye frowned deeply, but he couldn't give Han Wuxie any answer either.

Hua Qianye waved his hand toward the trapped Wu Sha, Mei Ru Sha, and Mei Ru Zui, and the golden, semi-transparent wall was retrieved into his hand, turning into a talisman.

Five Kills, Beauty Like Sand, and Beauty Like Intoxication rushed to the side of the already aged and unrecognizable Underworld Lord.

"Are you alright?" Pentakill asked softly.

"Are you alright? Look at me, do I look alright?" The old man, now filthy, still maintained an imposing manner, saying in a low voice, "I'm a cripple now. Kill that brat for me!"

Pentakill hesitated.

Seeing the hesitation in Wu Sha's eyes, the gloomy fellow sneered and mocked, "What? A dignified Demon Lord, afraid of a brat?"

Wu Sha's expression also turned ugly, and he said in a low voice, "You should stop now. My cultivation level is not much higher than yours before. I don't do things I'm not sure I can handle."

"Enough is enough? Do you think I can calm down in my current state?" the gloomy fellow roared. "What, now that something's happened, you're hiding behind me? You don't care about me, you won't avenge me? We've been together in the mortal realm for so many years, don't you have any feelings for each other at all? You cowardly bastard!"

"You'd better shut up!" Wu Sha glared at him angrily, his voice low and menacing. "You'd better not speak before I get angry! First, figure out who you're working with. We've been cooperating for so many years, it's all been cooperation. Do you think feelings even exist between a Demon Lord and a Ghost Lord? Talking about feelings with a demon? You're a joke! Holding onto such a ridiculous idea, you deserve to end up like this!"

"What did you say!" the Underworld King roared, trying to get up from the ground, but fell back down helplessly.

Wu Sha sneered, "Do you know you're just a pathetic ant right now? As an ant, you must have the awareness of an ant. If you offend me, I could easily crush you, this ungrateful ant, with the flick of my finger!"

"Pentakill, you're really something. Now that you think I'm no good, you want to kick me aside?" The gloomy man raised an extremely sinister smile and said coldly, "Just as you said, you can't trust demons, but can you trust ghosts? I'm cooperating with you, and as someone one level above you, I've naturally been on guard. Do you know that every time you come to see me, I intentionally or unintentionally plant ghost talismans in your tea? Now your soul isn't up to your own control!"

"What!" Wu Sha was shocked. He crouched down, grabbed the gloomy man's throat tightly, and roared angrily, "What did you do to me? Tell me honestly and remove your ghost talisman, or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me?" the gloomy man said with a playful smile. "You dare not, and you cannot!" As soon as he finished speaking, he silently chanted an ancient, deep incantation with a hint of fear in his voice.

Wu Sha's hand trembled, his whole body stiffened, his soul seemed to be pulled, his fingers could not exert force, and he could not bring himself to strangle the person chanting the annoying incantation.

The gloomy man's smile gradually turned sinister. He reached out and took out a small knife. Under Wu Sha's angry gaze, he slowly cut Wu Sha's hand from his neck with a strange smile.

The hand that had been used to kill Wu Sha was broken, but it still held onto the gloomy man's neck, and the gloomy man didn't seem to have any intention of taking the hand off.

The gloomy man stared coldly at the immobilized Pentakill, sneering, "Now, who's the ant here? A single word from me can explode your soul and body, while you can't even kill me with one hand!" The gloomy man seemed to regard the hand hanging around his neck as a form of smugness, coldly adding, "Even if I become a cripple, I won't let you get away with it!"

Both Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui frowned deeply.

Mei Rusha transmitted her voice, "Luckily, my sister always reminds me not to eat their food!"

Mei Ruzui sighed softly and transmitted her voice, "We are demons, so how can we trust other demons, or ghosts who are not of the same race?"

"No wonder that annoying bastard always treats us to food so enthusiastically; he really did put something in there." Meiru Sha glanced at the gloomy man with disgust and whispered, "We always pretend to eat what he gives us. Does this nasty guy think he can control us too?"

As soon as Mei Rusha finished speaking, the gloomy man's gaze swept over Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui, his eyes filled with a calculating and sinister look.

Mei Ruzui sneered and transmitted her voice: "Little sister, it seems you guessed right this time. This guy probably thought that our souls were also controlled by the ghost talisman and that we could still be manipulated by him."

Mei Rusha asked playfully via telepathy, "Are we pretending, or are we mocking him?"

Mei Ruzui raised an eyebrow and sneered, then transmitted her voice, "Let's play with him first!"

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui instantly put on a strange look of extreme fear, staring at the gloomy man with terror.

The gloomy man assumed the two women had guessed he had also put a curse talisman in their food. He sneered and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You're right, you've also been cursed by my curse talisman. If you want to live, listen to me!"

"You...you actually put a cursed talisman in our food!" Mei Rusha feigned anger, her eyes filled with feigned extreme fear, and said in a low voice, "What exactly do you want?!"

The gloomy man stepped forward, his mocking gaze sweeping over Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui. He sneered, "You two women, each with your own charm. You always act so high and mighty, keeping me at arm's length. Did you really think I liked you, that I was trying to please you by giving you good food and drink? What a joke! You two naive, foolish women!"

Mei Ruzui frowned slightly, feigning displeasure, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"Go kill that brat!" The gloomy man looked coldly at Han Wuxie.

At this moment, Han Wuxie and Hua Qianye were not in a hurry to deal with them, but patiently watched the show and saw them fight like dogs!

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui exchanged a glance, then used telepathy to communicate with the unseen person in the direction they had previously communicated with.

"We'll cooperate with you," Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui said in unison.

Hua Qianye sneered and transmitted his voice, "Although it's a bit late, I don't mind if you kill this annoying guy as a gesture of goodwill to join us. I'll consider whether to cooperate after you've performed well!"

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui exchanged a glance, nodded simultaneously, and transmitted their voices, "Okay!"

Seeing that the two didn't answer, the gloomy man roared again, threatening, "If you don't make a move, I'll make you explode!"

"Are you sure you want to try and make us both explode?" Mei Ruzui raised a bewitching smile, stepped forward and put her arm around Mei Rusha's shoulder, and said playfully, "Little sister, tell me, how should we kill this foolish man to truly vent our hatred?"

Mei Rusha raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I'll do whatever you say to deal with him, sister!"

"Aren't you two sisters at odds?" This was the first time in many years that the gloomy man had seen the two sisters so harmonious, even intimate.

"What, you're allowed to trick us, but we can't trick you?" Mei Ruzui smiled playfully, gently stroking Mei Rusha's small face, and said affectionately, "I love my little sister the most. Ever since our parents died, and all my other brothers and sisters died, leaving only my little sister and me in the Mei family, I've been like a mother to her. How could I not get along with her?"

"My sister carried me, three years old, as we escaped from that bloody storm. She's my savior, my only family. How could I possibly be at odds with her? Even if the whole world betrays her, I will never betray her!" Mei Rusha smiled sweetly at Mei Ruzui, saying affectionately, "My sister is the most beautiful person in my heart. No one can replace her. The things I said about her before were just to make you two stinky men lower your guard!"

Mei Ruzui smiled knowingly and said, "What? Surprised?"

The gloomy man's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "You dare to play me! Then explode!" He gave a sinister smile and said coldly, "Summon my Heart's Ghost Talisman, summon my Heart's Ghost Spirit, the Wraith of the Ghost Talisman, explode!"

"Explode!" he shouted again, frowning.

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui leaned against each other, looking at the foolish man with amusement. Mei Ruzui raised an eyebrow and said, "Have you finished exposing yourself? Have you considered exposing yourself? Now, it seems only you can clean up this mess, right? So that we sisters don't have to take action ourselves!"

Mei Rusha chuckled knowingly, "You should know that my sister and I never let those who offend us die a quick death. Self-destruction might be your best option. If you linger on, who knows what we might do to you!"

Mei Ruzui gently stroked her fingers, raising an eyebrow as she said, "It's been a long time since I practiced painting. It's a pity the leather of mortals isn't of very good quality. My favorite leather lanterns are so beautiful. If I painted the scenery of the four seasons on them, they would surely attract many envious glances, wouldn't they?"

Meiru Sha rubbed her forehead and sighed, "I love hair the most. I have many souvenirs in my house. The number of wigs I have represents how many people I've killed. I like to pluck them one by one, so that the ends of the hairs are pointed. They would make very good quality brushes or something, unlike the flat ends cut by scissors. They can only be used to make wigs and nothing else!"

"You two damned women!" The gloomy man suddenly picked up the immobile Wu Sha and charged towards Mei Ru Sha and Mei Ru Zui.

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui sneered. Mei Ruzui said, "What, are you afraid that your self-destruction won't hurt us, so you're bringing the Demon Lord along to explode, trying to drag us down with you?"

The gloomy man gave a strange smile, coldly looking at the five-killer he was holding. "Your death was worthwhile; help me wipe out these two damned women!"

Wu Sha's eyes darted around, trying to refuse, but he couldn't move. His soul was controlled by the ghost talisman. If the gloomy man really took him and self-destructed, no one within tens of millions of miles would survive. During that time, Mei Ru Sha and Mei Ru Zui wouldn't be able to escape within tens of millions of miles, and the little girl wouldn't be able to escape either. Everyone would die here.

The gloomy man sneered strangely, "None of you can escape, you brats, you two dead women. Even if I die, I won't be alone. We'll die together, we'll all die together!" He laughed maniacally.

Hua Qianye sneered slightly. Just as the gloomy man recited the incantation to make Wu Sha self-destruct, Hua Qianye suddenly released the talisman he had used before. A golden, semi-transparent wall surrounded the gloomy man and Wu Sha.

The Pentakill was about to explode, but the gloomy man was trapped inside the wall. He knew how powerful the wall was, but still held onto a sliver of hope, and sneered, "It's impossible for this wall to stop the explosive power of a mid-stage Demon Lord! This wall can't withstand it!"

"It can stop it!" Hua Qianye sneered. "You'll die a horrible death, a bloody mess, but we'll be perfectly fine. This is a divine artifact, a divine prisoner!"

As the words "divine talisman" were uttered, the gloomy man roared with extreme resentment and unwillingness, and exploded simultaneously with Wu Sha. The entire golden wall collapsed but was rebuilt. The power of any explosion did not escape the wall. Inside the wall, everything was a bloody mess. Finally, the wall wrapped everything in the bloody mess and turned back into a talisman, but because it had exhausted its energy, it turned into ashes and disappeared.

Hua Qianye smiled knowingly and asked, "Don't you think that Demon Lord died somewhat unjustly?"

Han Wuxie nodded slightly and said with a wry smile, "It's a pity that a dignified Demon Lord died in the end at the hands of someone he thought he could crush with his fingers. The Underworld Lord has already been crippled, yet he was still able to take the life of a Demon Lord. This Underworld Lord is quite capable."

Hua Qianye nodded and smiled approvingly: "If he weren't an enemy, and he were a subordinate, he would be a decent strategist. Although his ideas are often too underhanded, in battle, nothing is impossible. As long as you win, you are the victor."

Han Wuxie nodded in agreement, saying, "Although the Demon Lord was a mid-stage expert, he died unjustly due to carelessness. This is a lesson I will learn. I will be more cautious in the future. Heroes die young, but tyrants live forever."

Hua Qianye smiled knowingly, raised an eyebrow at Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui, and asked, "What do you plan to do with these two?"

"In terms of the Underworld Lord's cunning, these two are quite good. According to what I thought before, if that Underworld Lord wasn't an enemy, he would be a good subordinate. So these two women shouldn't be considered enemies now, and should be good subordinates." Han Wuxie squinted at Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui.

Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui couldn't hear what Hua Qianye was saying, but they could hear every word Han Wuxie said. They were slightly annoyed to hear him say that the two of them would be good subordinates. How could an eighteen-year-old girl want them to be good subordinates?

Seeing the reluctance in their eyes, Han Wuxie smiled knowingly, narrowing his charming eyes. He coldly added to what he hadn't finished saying, "If these two can't become my subordinates, such impatient and unpredictable people becoming enemies would be a real headache. Anything is possible in this world. Today we might be strangers, but tomorrow we might be mortal enemies. It's not impossible that these two will become my enemies in the future, so I must nip that possibility in the bud!"

"Nip it in the bud?" Mei Rusha frowned at her sister and said in a low voice, "Is she trying to kill us?"

Mei Ruzui, ever astute, shook her head and said, "She's threatening us."

"Sister, what should we do?" Mei Rusha asked, somewhat confused. "Wouldn't it be too shameful for us to work under an eighteen-year-old girl?"

"Face?" Mei Ruzui sighed and shook her head. "Face is worthless. What's more precious than life?"

"Fate," Mei Rusha replied.

Mei Ruzui smiled bitterly, "The Underworld King died at her hands. The strange divine root in her body may not just disappear. Perhaps she will see that our demonic root is good and eat it too, turning herself into a cripple or an old woman. I can't do that."

"Do you think it's so easy for her to kill us?" Meiru Sha said with some resentment. "She's just an eighteen-year-old girl, and we're already afraid of her? Have we really become fools in the mortal realm?"

Mei Ruzui's eyes were filled with dejection as she said in a hoarse voice, "Little sister, in the face of power, there is nothing to do but bow down, isn't there? Just like back then..." Her voice seemed to be struggling to suppress a sob, and she didn't finish her sentence.

A hint of resentment ignited in Mei Rusha's eyes. She turned to look at her sister and said with heartache, "Sister, it was all for survival, for revenge, that you..." She stopped, as if it was something very sad and difficult to talk about, and she did not continue.

Han Wuxie and Hua Qianye exchanged a glance, and between the lines, they seemed to sense that the two women had some very painful memories.

Han Wuxie was, after all, a woman, and she had a strong sixth sense. She knew that Mei Rusha, as the older sister, must have done something she didn't want to do in order to protect her younger sister and survive. She might even have sold her body. With her beautiful face, even if she didn't have such thoughts herself, without the protection of a master, she would be the target of many people's spying and scheming against her younger sister.

Han Wuxie looked at Hua Qianye deeply, his heart filled with gratitude and joy, because it was through meeting him that his destiny became so wonderful.

However, Mei Ruzui and Mei Rusha were not so lucky. Both of them had relatives younger than themselves. Mei Ruzui would probably suffer a lot more when she led her younger brother into the mortal world.

In the celestial realm, she was protected by the Han family, but what about Mei Ruzui? In the demon realm, a place that devours people without spitting out bones, how did she manage to raise her young sister, and why did she come to the mortal realm?

Everything seemed to evoke sympathy for Han Wuxie.

Han Wuxie said somewhat awkwardly, "Although you call them subordinates, I treat them all like family. In the Heavenly Star Evil Palace, unless you violate the palace rules, I will not be strict with you. In my eyes, those who join the Heavenly Star Evil Palace are my family."

"Family?" Upon hearing these two words, both Mei Rusha and Mei Ruzui trembled, exchanged a trembling glance, and whispered, "Family..."

Mei Rusha's eyes were a little moist. How long had it been since she had heard those two words? But could such an encounter really lead to the kind of feelings that relatives have?

Meiruzui saw the doubt in her sister's eyes and knew that she was like a wounded fawn, longing for and fearing the word "family." She herself was no different.

Mei Ruzui asked softly, "Will you really treat us like family? Or are you just trying to deceive us into joining you?"

Han Wuxie gazed intently at Mei Ruzui, his eyes filled with reminiscence, and said, "I descended from the Celestial Realm."

The girl's identity had always been a mystery to the two of them. Now, hearing her say this, it seemed she was about to reveal her background, so they listened quietly and patiently.

"In the past, I had no divine roots, no immortal roots, no spiritual roots..."

"How is that possible?" Meiru Sha interrupted in disbelief, "Isn't the Root of God something we're born with? How could it not have existed before?"

Han Wuxie smiled bitterly: "The reason I descended to the mortal realm was to cultivate a spiritual root. It was also because I had the dream of cultivating a spiritual root that I descended to the mortal realm. I, a useless person in the immortal realm, was able to cultivate a divine root, which is something I never thought I could do."

"Grow the Root of God?" Meiru Sha looked at her sister in confusion and whispered, "How could such a thing happen? Can the Root of God really be grown?"