Chapter 80

There are some things that one's own divine eye cannot detect, but this does not mean that there are no traces in this world. One of the simplest ways to track down these clues is to start from the underworld.

In the underworld, there is the Book of Life and Death, which determines the fortune and misfortune of all mortals in the three realms.

At this moment, Xuan Kong remembered his drinking buddy, a good friend who had shared fine wine with him for over a decade. Investigating the matter of the two Zhang brothers would fall on the shoulders of King Qin Guang.

Secondly, it was also a test of his junior brother and disciple's character, to see if they were capable of great tasks.

Sure enough, when he heard they were going to a dangerous place, Wang Qi's legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed on the ground, trembling and pleading, "Good senior brother, I often hear others say that there's no turning back on the Yellow Spring Road. The Netherworld is different from the human world; once you go, you can't come back..."

Wang Jun's face also changed as he listened, thinking, "My master is really imaginative, but with his great magical powers, perhaps he can really descend to the underworld."

He came from a wealthy family with many rare books, so what seemed shocking to ordinary people was, to Wang Jun, mostly possible.

At the very least, the Emperor Taizong of the previous dynasty had truly toured the underworld and returned to life.

Wang Jun, still young at heart, tugged at his master's sleeve and said, "Master, this matter concerns my future junior brother, I also want to go down and see." Xuan Kong looked at Wang Jun, seeing his disciple's resolute and unchanging expression, and nodded inwardly:

"This child has courage and discernment. It's just that he may find it hard to give up his earthly wealth and follow me to the mountains to cultivate."

But then he thought, with Wang Jun's status, if he really just followed him to the mountains to cultivate, it would be a waste. Xuan Kong pondered, "No matter what, the future prosperity of the sect will depend on the four major disciples. Well, well, let's see how things go in the future. I must recommend them for positions in the Heavenly Court."

He thought of his ancestor, the Thunder God Wen Zhong, a great sage of the ancient times, who had wide influence among the deities in the Heavenly Court.

When the time comes, he would put aside his pride and ask for a position for his disciples, which would be better than wandering as a minor immortal in the Immortal World.

However, Xuan Kong was mistaken in thinking this would be difficult. In fact, the ancient cultivators all aspired to the Great Dao. If not for being forced onto the List of Immortals, who would be interested in mundane affairs?

As long as Xuan Kong and the future disciples of Laoshan Sect ascended to the Immortal World as direct descendants of the截教 (Jie Jiao), obtaining positions would be as easy as pie.

Wang Jun was excited, pulling on Xuan Kong's sleeve and asked, "Master, what preparations do we need to make before descending to the underworld?"

Xuan Kong smiled and said, "I am good friends with the King of the Underworld, so you can go down with me directly."

Wang Qi, sitting beside him, kept rubbing his legs, "Senior brother, aren't you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue off? When did the King of the Underworld become your drinking buddy?" He laughed, "I always thought you were cold and heartless, an old rogue, but I didn't expect you to be such a liar!"

Xuan Kong just laughed at Wang Qi without saying a word. After a while, he said, "A monk does not lie."

He didn't explain his friendship with King Qin Guang, as it would be hard to convince Wang Qi with just words. He would show them once they descended to the underworld.

Xuan Kong spread his hands, which were like iron claws, and tightly grabbed Wang Qi and Wang Jun's hands.

With a step, a white smoke appeared, and the three figures and the fox disappeared in the smoke.

Entering the underworld, Xuan Kong revealed his true form, a true immortal. He wore a yellow immortal robe, which emitted a hundred-foot-long glow, illuminating the dark Yellow Spring Road.

Wang Qi, who followed behind Xuan Kong, emitted a faint white light, which was about to be extinguished by the darkness of the Yellow Spring Road. In contrast, Wang Jun's forehead emitted a purple light, grand and majestic, which did not seem fragile even in the yellow glow of Xuan Kong.

The little fox, lying on Wang Jun's head, was lazy and quietly used its inner pearl to protect everyone from the Nine Netherworld's dark energy.

As for the flying power, most of it was provided by Wang Jun.

This comparison clearly showed the difference in cultivation among them. Xuan Kong's glow was the most impressive, with a hundred-foot-long glow and ten thousand thunderbolts following, making him the most powerful in the group.

Wang Qi, though he had entered the sect a few months earlier than his junior, could not match Wang Jun's innate talent and was already showing signs of falling behind. The little fox, having received the essence of the thousand-year-old turtle spirit, had not absorbed much but still had more power than Wang Qi and Wang Jun.

Ahead, the ox-headed and horse-faced guards, along with the Black and White Impermanents, were leading some extremely wicked souls on the Yellow Spring Road. Seeing Xuan Kong's yellow glow, they immediately pressed the ghosts to the side of the road and stopped.

The Black and White Impermanents, who were more perceptive, revealed their forms and bowed to the immortal who had an unknown purpose.

After Xuan Kong and his group flew past, they tightened their iron chains and continued leading the ghosts.

Seeing many underworld spirits, Wang Qi gradually relaxed and laughed, "Senior brother, it turns out that even ghosts fear the wicked. I saw them act as if they had seen a ghost when they saw you, they were so obedient."

Xuan Kong, flying ahead, was carefully checking the road and had no time to pay attention to Wang Qi.

He just said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am a celestial immortal, and it is proper for them to show me respect." In the three realms, immortals are divided into five ranks: heaven, earth, gods, humans, and ghosts. Celestial immortals are already registered in the Heavenly Court and have a higher rank than ghost immortals.

However, the Black and White Impermanents and the ox-headed and horse-faced guards, though ghost immortals, are great sages from the primordial era.

If it were just Xuan Kong, he could accept their half-bow, but with Wang Qi and Wang Jun, he had to stop and return their bows before continuing to fly.

Xuan Kong said, "These ghost generals have low ranks but great power. You two should show them respect; if your relatives or friends have any problems, it will be easier to talk to them."

Wang Qi spat on the ground, saying, "Bad luck, bad luck!"

He had already mustered all his courage to enter the underworld with his senior brother, but talking about these things in the underworld seemed a bit inappropriate. However, Wang Qi also looked back anxiously.

After flying far enough that the Black and White Impermanents were out of sight, he tugged at Xuan Kong's sleeve and whispered, "Senior brother, do you think those two underworld spirits remembered my face?"