Ming Yu felt like he was truly crazy. How did he end up listening to Qin Liuxi’s nonsense and bring her to find that Wushang guy? Had he been brainwashed?
No, it was because he was compelled by her overwhelming dominance.
He couldn’t help but glance at the person beside him, thinking that becoming the Underworld’s number one Gui Jianchou wasn’t without reason. Look at how she’s using the Invisibility Technique, how many Heavenly Masters can maintain a spell for that long?
It’s a good thing she’s not following the Evil Path, otherwise with this Invisibility Technique, she could get away with murder and arson without being caught.
"If you look at one more ti, everyone will know sothing’s odd," Qin Liuxi said.
Ming Yu replied, "Are you actually afraid of that Wushang?"
Qin Liuxi rolled her eyes at him, "I’m afraid your guilty deanor will attract attention."
"Then let it attract attention, can’t you beat him?"
Qin Liuxi held back, grinding her teeth, "That’s the Imperial Palace!"
Causing such a big scene—isn’t it because your life’s going too smoothly?
Wouldn’t it be better to quietly deal with it?
Ming Yu received a glare from her and fell silent. After a while, he asked, "Do you have a grudge against him? I can see you want to kill him!"
"Say one more word, and see if I won’t finish you off first!" Qin Liuxi coldly laughed.
Ming Yu: "..."
One person and one ghost arrived at the Wushang Palace on the west side of the Imperial Palace, where they saw a properly arranged small offering altar. The incense burning was the best Invitation Incense, the offerings of fruits were exceptionally fresh, a roasted chicken glistened with oil, exuding a fragrant aroma, while the gold and silver paper money was even finer.
This small altar had nothing lacking; it was filled with offerings that Ghost ssengers couldn’t resist. Even she was tempted by it.
Qin Liuxi gave a half-smile as she looked at Ming Yu, "Is this the kind of friendship built on money and goods?"
Ming Yu’s expression remained unchanged, "You’ve been a frequent visitor to the Underworld yourself, so you know how costly it is to live down there, just like how we ghost soldiers and ghost ssengers have to bribe or reward the little ghosts to get things done flawlessly, right?"
Do you think that just because people die, they no longer need money?
Naive!
In the Underworld, there’s never enough money. Reincarnation is slow, prices are high, and even if your family in the mortal world makes offerings to you, it’s only during festivals—normally, it’s just a stick of incense at most.
And that’s only for wealthy families; a poor family wouldn’t even have anything to offer outside festival tis. They need money for incense candles too, right?
Even in wealthy families, you can’t expect daily offerings, but there’s still so semblance of abundance due to worship. The Wandering Ghosts with no descendants really have nothing unless they happen to get so offerings during major festivals like Qingming or the Ghost Festival.
So in the Underworld, there’s no little ghost that doesn’t need money.
Otherwise, how did the saying "money makes ghosts turn the millstone" co about?
It’s all because they are beholden to those who feed them.
"Hmm, you’re quite versed in these matters," said Qin Liuxi. She then looked at the Daoist wearing a dark blue Daoist robe covered with gauze, holding a horsetail whisk with white hair and long eyebrows, muttering spells with his mouth, stepping on the Gang Step, and burning a yellow talisman in his hand.
The step technique was correct, and he seed quite impressive, exuding an air of immortality and Daoist cultivation, yet it couldn’t stop Qin Liuxi’s dislike for him.
Qin Liuxi gave Ming Yu a push, saying, "Go ahead, rember what I told you."
Ming Yu hadn’t had ti to respond before appearing in front of Wushang.
The Supre National Master was taken aback, then delighted, and said, "My lord, you’ve arrived."
Ming Yu maintained a ghostly stern face, asking with a pretended authority, "Yes, what’s the matter for summoning ?"
The Supre National Master smiled and pointed to the offerings on the table, saying, "Knowing you need so greasing for your work, I prepared these for you, and also wanted to ask if there’s any news on that matter?"
It’s not just him being anxious; even the Saint sends inquiries three tis a day.
Ming Yu snorted heavily, "Do you think Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are running rampant on the streets, easy to catch? Not to ntion the ones that have beco spirits? I’ve searched all over the capital with no results, stop wasting your efforts."
"Nothing?" The Supre National Master was taken aback, saying, "That shouldn’t be the case, I clearly divined it."
Ming Yu glanced behind him to the left, "If I say there’s nothing, then there’s nothing. If you don’t believe , go look for yourself. And by the way, what Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are you looking for?"
The Supre National Master hesitated to speak.
Ming Yu actually didn’t care what it was, but when he asked, the other party hesitated and avoided answering, a light bulb went off in his head.
This sneaky fellow is guarding against him!
Damn, he helps him, yet the other guards against him, worried that if he finds those treasures, he will keep them for himself?
Great, just great!
"Seems like you don’t trust either, then I’ll take my leave," Ming Yu sneered and turned to leave. This so-called friendship could just be fed to the dogs.
Besides, he didn’t even notice Qin Liuxi’s presence; his Daoist cultivation was just so-so.
The Supre National Master panicked, quickly saying, "No, it’s not like that. This old Taoist is just not entirely certain, but according to the divination, it should be a thousand-year-old ginseng."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill run through his body, as if sothing hidden was staring at him, ready to pounce and tear him apart.
A chill pierced him from all directions—was it getting colder?
"Have you gone senile? A thousand-year-old ginseng that’s beco a spirit walking in the city? Even if such a thing exists, it would be in deep mountains and forests," Ming Yu said, displeased. "Lots of people froze to death lately, I’m really busy with that, no ti to find it for you. Don’t co looking for , it’s no use."
Lest that Evil God misunderstand they had any dealings!
"Hey, my lord..." The Supre National Master watched as Ming Yu vanished, his face dark as ink, a re ghost soldier dared to play gas with him? Outrageous.
No, he clearly agreed before, why did he suddenly change his mind?
Did sothing happen?
"Master, should I still burn this gold ingot?" the Daoist asked cautiously.
The Supre National Master was angry from being snubbed by Ming Yu and wanted to retort with sothing like, "Does he deserve it?" but held back, answering with a dark face, "Of course burn it, not burning it would leave it for you to toss around? Don’t you know how troubleso little ghosts can be?"
He didn’t know many ghost soldiers and ghost ssengers and relied heavily on luck to summon them. Ming Yu had been a long-ti associate, even if he had a high self-regard, the Supre National Master had to keep him content.
The Daoist hurriedly burned the gold ingot.
Only then did the Supre National Master turn and enter the hall, first offering a stick of premium agarwood to the statue of Heavenly Master Zhang, then moving to the back where he looked at a lifelike Honorable God statue and bowed with even more sincerity.
Qin Liuxi looked at the godly statue in front of her, an inexplicable familiarity swept over, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Who’s there?" the Supre National Master shouted sharply, his keen gaze shooting towards Qin Liuxi while simultaneously casting a spell.
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