As an Underworld Emissary, reaping souls and claiming lives was part of his duty, but he also had to manage those who died unjustly.
Otherwise, if they beca lonely ghosts and wandering spirits, and obtained cultivation, they would inevitably cause trouble.
People without cultivation could not see ghosts and gods.
But humans have the human path, ghosts have the ghost path, and spirits, monsters, immortals, and gods each walking their own path is the proper way.
The Emperor canonizing orthodox gods was for this reason.
The Underworld Emissary wiped the black chain, and a separate chain appeared in his hand.
He casually tossed it out, turning it into a black iron ring that locked the convulsing soul on the ground, and only then did he retract the hook.
"If you evade the Underworld, your soul will definitely scatter and perish."
After saying this, he lifted the black chain and hook, floating and wandering towards the Song family residence.
By the ti he arrived, dozens of souls with resentnt soaring to the sky had already appeared here.
Each one had a ferocious face, entangled in blood energy, almost turning into malicious ghosts.
At this ti in the courtyard, only Song Jingmin was still alive.
His ferocious expression was even more terrifying than those resentful souls.
His face was extrely twisted, staring fixedly at Chu Xun, wishing he could swallow him alive and skin him.
A lifeti of painstaking effort, ten sons and grandsons, all killed cleanly.
Even the daughters-in-law, granddaughters-in-law, sons-in-law, and even servants who ca to curse angrily, also t the sa death.
Song Jingmin valued bloodline inheritance the most in his life, which was why he placed such importance on his sons and grandsons taking wives.
However, everything was destroyed.
Just on this day.
Just at this mont.
Without today, the Song family might have relied on two Rank 1 martial artists and Innate Grandmasters holding the fort in the future to beco formidable overlords dominating a region.
What a pity.
He shouldn't have helped Sanshi Village fight for water for fifteen taels of silver that day.
Chu Xun seed to sense sothing and turned to look.
He saw the floating dark shadow had already arrived nearby.
The Underworld Emissary, who was cold and ruthless towards souls, showed not the slightest dissatisfaction when facing Chu Xun, who had just killed dozens of people.
He only looked at the other party, whose hair and beard were all white, and whose cultivation aura was powerful, having the illusion of facing Lord City God.
Chu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't know the other party's background, he didn't look like a human.
The only thing he could think of was the City God of Zhangnan County.
He subconsciously checked his own status; his Divine Office was still hidden, and there was still a lot of ti left.
His heart settled slightly. The Underworld Emissary suddenly raised his hand.
Although his voice was like iron and stone rubbing together, sowhat harsh to the ear, his tone was considered polite.
"Soul-Reaping Underworld Emissary under the command of the Zhangnan County City God, greets the Immortal Elder."
Chu Xun felt slightly astonished in his heart. The other party was just an Underworld Emissary, which wasn't too surprising.
But this attitude was very interesting.
"I killed many people," Chu Xun said.
The Underworld Emissary still cupped his hands and said, "This is a matter of the living world, not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld. Once they arrive at the Underworld, Lord City God will naturally handle them."
Chu Xun smiled faintly and said, "Then your positions as orthodox gods are a bit too relaxed."
The Underworld Emissary looked up, his slightly blurry face showing a bit of puzzlent, "The Immortal Elder jests. Although we of the Underworld only manage matters of the underworld, malicious ghosts and spirits causing trouble are also within our duties, how could it be relaxed."
Chu Xun imdiately understood that he had just transcended the mortal realm, and if he asked a few more questions, he might expose himself.
So he looked up at those resentful souls and asked, "How will they be handled?"
"Taken back to the Underworld and handed over to the Reward and Punishnt Division," the Underworld Emissary said.
"If it's found out they are wicked people, will they really be sent to the eighteen levels of hell, and then reincarnated into the animal path?"
The Underworld Emissary shook his head, "Entering the eighteen levels of hell, they might not have the chance to reincarnate again, they will probably be directly obliterated."
Chu Xun nodded, "Obliterated is good, these people are worse than animals. Such a great deed, thank you for your hard work."
The Underworld Emissary hurriedly cupped his hands, "It is my duty. It's just that there are many resentful souls here, I will have to invite the Night Wandering God or more Underworld Emissaries to co."
Song Jingmin, who was bound on the ground, watched Chu Xun talking eloquently to "thin air," only feeling cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
What eighteen levels of hell?
What obliteration?
Who was he talking to!
No matter how wide Song Jingmin opened his eyes, even if his eye sockets burst open and two trails of blood flowed down, he couldn't see anything.
Even the lowest-level Underworld Emissary of the Underworld was not sothing mortals could see.
If he really wanted to see, he just had to die.
Chu Xun looked down at the trembling Song Jingmin.
This person had finally discarded all his resentnt, leaving only fear.
Chu Xun said indifferently, "Don't be afraid, I asked for you, you won't be reincarnated into the animal path."
Song Jingmin still wanted to ask, what about the eighteen levels of hell?
But he had no chance to ask, and Chu Xun wouldn't answer either.
The dirt continuously squeezed towards Song Jingmin. The pressure within a thousand zhang, let alone a Rank 2 martial artist, even a Rank 1 couldn't withstand it.
Song Jingmin frantically let out whimpering sounds, bleeding continuously from his seven orifices.
Amidst bursts of bone-crushing sounds, he was forcefully squeezed into at paste.
Only then did Chu Xun seem to rember there was an Underworld Emissary next to him. He turned and cupped his hands, saying, "Please don't take offense, entrusted by soone, I was a bit heavy-handed."
The Underworld Emissary hurriedly cupped his hands, "This is a matter of the living world, not under the jurisdiction of the Underworld. Moreover, the Immortal Elder naturally has his reasons for his actions."
Chu Xun stared at the Underworld Emissary for a few more glances, especially that black chain and hook.
"I wonder what strength Foundation Establishnt is equivalent to in the Underworld?"
After thinking about it, he still gave up the idea of using the Underworld Emissary to test his skills.
According to folklore, above the Underworld Emissaries and the Day and Night Wandering Gods, there were the Civil and Martial Judges, and then the City God.
It wouldn't be good to beat the young ones and have the old ones co out.
"I still have other matters to attend to, farewell," Chu Xun said.
The Underworld Emissary didn't stop him, letting him leave.
After Chu Xun stepped through the wall and left, the Underworld Emissary glanced at that pile of at paste, "Fortunately, this is a person who has attained the Dao through cultivation, these thods won't be used on us."
From the at paste, a resentful soul full of blood energy drilled out, its face ferocious and extrely vicious.
If not Song Jingmin, who else could it be?
The Underworld Emissary was not afraid in the slightest. He snorted coldly, swung the black chain and hook, and unceremoniously smashed it onto the face of Song Jingmin's resentful soul.
The black chain wrapped around his body, strangling out wisps of black energy.
"A re unford resentful soul, yet you dare to bare your fangs and brandish your claws in front of this Underworld Emissary!"
Chu Xun, who had already walked hundreds of ters away, dispersed the rainwater while looking back at the Song family residence.
Sensing sothing in the unseen world, he looked again in the direction of the Zhangnan County City God Temple.
Streaks of floating dark shadows flew out from the City God Temple.
"So this is the Underworld."
Chu Xun steadied his mind and didn't look anymore.
He lowered his head slightly, executed the thod of shrinking the ground to an inch, and hurried towards the direction of the Capital City.
The Song family's revenge was taken, but he hadn't forgotten there was still Tang Shijun's matter.
Huan'er said soone had found experts of Rank 1 or above, and even Innate Grandmasters, to assassinate Tang Shijun.
Besides being an official and a commoner, Chu Xun and Tang Shijun were also friends of gentlen.
Plus, the other party was Huan'er's teacher and bore heavy responsibilities.
Whether for public or private reasons, out of emotion or reason, he couldn't sit idly by.
Back when fighting for water, he wanted to go, but Li Shoutian pushed him back into the courtyard.
But today, Chu Xun already had the ability to walk out of that courtyard.
He didn't have the ability to directly uproot the Underworld and legitimize his Divine Office.
But secular martial artists were no longer his opponents.
Capital City, the residence of the Minister of Revenue.
Tang Shijun hadn't fallen asleep, standing in the courtyard looking up at the sky.
A sturdy guard with a long saber at his waist walked over, his square face full of concern.
"It's so late, Your Excellency should still cherish your own body."
Tang Shijun, with a head full of white hair, didn't look at him, only saying, "Did you feel it?"
The Rank 3 martial artist guard looked up. Besides the moon and stars, there was nothing extraordinary.
"What feeling does Your Excellency speak of?"
Tang Shijun chuckled lightly and said, "Just that death is approaching."
[End of Chapter]
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