From Fei Chai she managed to learn the location of the Qingping Sect ruins, which made Qin Liuxi rather pleased. Although he said Qingping Sect didn’t have any treasure and told her not to overthink it, what if she just got lucky like stepping in dog shit?

Qin Liuxi wasn’t in a hurry to seek out the ruins. She still had to help the Qinglan Temple Master with acupuncture, and she also needed to rummage through some Arrays in Qinglan Temple’s Book Collection Pavilion. She might as well wait until this matter was wrapped up, then have Fei Chai lead the way.

Of the three matters that brought her to the Underworld, only the Divine Weapon was left. To get rid of her, Emperor Fengdu agreed that he would have all the various ghost messengers keep an eye out and notify her immediately once there was any news.

Only then was Qin Liuxi satisfied, and right after that she told Emperor Fengdu about how Si Luo had started laying out a scheme a hundred years ago to seize the Qi Fortune of great clans.

There was an inside man in the Underworld helping him.

Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to set up his plan so easily a hundred years ago—after all, back then he was still imprisoned in the Nine Netherworld.

Emperor Fengdu’s expression turned extremely ugly when he heard this.

Whether it was Si Luo’s escape or this business with an inside man, it all pointed to his dereliction of duty. The other party was doing these things right under his eyelids; this was also a challenge to his authority.

If that person was still in an important position, then Qin Liuxi coming in and out of the Underworld would most likely be reported to Si Luo as well, which would be highly unfavorable for this child.

"I will find this person." All of Emperor Fengdu’s oppressive aura burst out of him; once it swept across, the entire Underworld shook. The terrifying pressure spread throughout the whole Underworld, all the yin souls shivering with fear, and some new ghosts were even so frightened they screamed aloud.

Ksitigarbha hastily chanted scriptures of salvation; the soothing waves of sound spread into every corner, calming those trembling souls quite a bit.

Emperor Fengdu awkwardly put away his aura, and saw Qin Liuxi staring at him, as if saying: you neglected your duty, shouldn’t you show some sincerity?

"I’ll personally ferret this person out." He rushed off in a hurry.

As for giving her a treasure? Impossible. He didn’t have any. She ought to go fleece someone else; how could she just keep targeting him alone?

Qin Liuxi: "?"

She looked toward Ksitigarbha. The latter smiled and said, "The Underworld is like your own home. Feel free to wander around as you please; I’m going to ferry some dead souls."

Watching Ksitigarbha flee as well, Qin Liuxi curled her lips, slowly left Ksitigarbha’s domain, and went to Abyss Hell.

The one in charge of Abyss Hell was King Pingdeng. Seeing Qin Liuxi arrive, he walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back and said, "Temple master, what brings you here?"

"I just wanted to see what Abyss Hell is like. If one were to break into this place, how could they come out unscathed? So I came specially to ask for your guidance. I wonder if King Pingdeng would be willing to enlighten me."

King Pingdeng raised a brow. "You want to break into Abyss Hell?"

"In the Human World there is an Endless Hell Array that’s just like this place. That Array should be woven from someone’s willpower. If I enter it, how can I do so without alerting the other party and yet come out without any harm?" Qin Liuxi asked in all earnestness.

King Pingdeng arched a brow, summoned a Ghost Eagle, and had Qin Liuxi get on its back. The two of them flew up into the sky above Abyss Hell.

Legend had it that Abyss Hell was vast beyond measure, and within it were another sixteen small hells. The souls suffering punishment here were all people who had committed grave sins in the mortal world, and this was also the realm of despair where they would suffer forever, unable to escape their agony.

Qin Liuxi looked down. Souls writhed in agony in hell, their faces twisted and hideous, shrieking in piercing wails.

Standing on the huge back of the Ghost Eagle, King Pingdeng looked coldly down at Abyss Hell below and said, "Temple master, no matter what Arrays you’ve seen, there is only one true Abyss Hell, and it is the one before your eyes. All the rest are counterfeits. As long as your heart knows no fear, you can pass through it."

Qin Liuxi squatted on the eagle’s back and said, "You make it sound simple, but I don’t think it’s simple at all. Personally, I feel that you, as the Yama who oversees Abyss Hell, definitely have some body technique that lets you walk through hell without fear—or some treasure?"

King Pingdeng frowned, recalling how the Great Emperor and Ksitigarbha had both successively lost their treasures. His heart clenched.

So much for asking for advice—she was here to fleece him!

He lowered his head. Qin Liuxi tilted her face up, her pitch-black eyes looking at him with feigned innocence.

King Pingdeng hummed, as if thinking of something, then turned his hand over and took out a pitch‑black bead, handing it to her. "This is this king’s soul bead. It carries my aura. As long as you hold it, you can come and go freely in Abyss Hell."

Qin Liuxi was genuinely surprised. She received it with both hands and said, "If you give me your soul bead, will it affect you?"

King Pingdeng said, "It’s only one soul. I’m just lending it to you—you have to return it."

Qin Liuxi smiled with crescent eyes and thanked him. "I’ll return it to you once I’m done using it."

That wording was a trap—she’d return it once she’d used it well. If she didn’t use it well... heh heh...

King Pingdeng said, "Abyss Hell is the place that most easily stirs up a person’s Heart Demon. If you want to break into it, you must be exceedingly careful. Once you fall into it, even the soul bead won’t be able to save you, because a yin soul that has plunged into hell cannot escape and will suffer there forever."

Qin Liuxi thanked him, then left the Underworld, satisfied.

King Pingdeng sighed. Nine lifetimes already—everything was enough.

Coming out from the Yin Realm, Qin Liuxi went straight to Yuhang and stood atop the Yan Family ancestral graves, looking at the Qi Fortune of merit flowing over this expanse of ancestral tombs, her lips pressing together slightly.

She thought for a moment, formed a hand seal with both hands, and flicked it toward a certain direction.

The Qi Fortune stagnated slightly.

Behind her, a surge of watery vapor swept over. Qin Liuxi nimbly dodged it, turned around, and looked at Water God Feng Bo, who had revealed his form.

Marquis of Wind looked somewhat surprised to see her. "Temple master, why is it you?"

Qin Liuxi smiled faintly. "You came pretty fast."

"The Yan Family’s ancestral graves showed an abnormal fluctuation. I sensed it and came over to take a look, yet I didn’t expect it to be you, temple master. Has something happened here?"

"Recently I’ve discovered one after another that the Qi Fortune of great clans has been plucked away by that old Demon Si Luo. So I came to take a look at your family. The Yan Family’s merit and Qi Fortune are quite flourishing, and the Merit and Faith on you has grown denser as well. Your Demigod body is becoming even more divine. It seems you’ve been diligently sheltering this piece of land and water, and the Yan Family is prospering all the more because of it," Qin Liuxi said as she looked at him.

With merit and Qi Fortune this rich, how could the clan not flourish?

Marquis of Wind said, "There have been floods in the South this year. I can only act within the scope of my abilities. Compared to this Merit and Faith, I would rather there be peace and joy, so I need not witness the suffering of all living beings."

Qin Liuxi sighed. "But without the Power of Faith from the Believers, you as a Water God would cease to exist."

Marquis of Wind was stunned for a moment. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so attached to these notions? Are you still grieving your master’s passing into Nirvana?"

Qin Liuxi gazed at the stretch of ancestral graves. "Marquis of Wind, can I still trust you?"

"If you wish to trust me, then you can trust me. If you do not, then you don’t. This rests entirely on your own choosing," Marquis of Wind said gently.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes grew faintly moist. "Even if one day I were to slay the god?"

"I remember telling you once: if there comes a day when I can no longer control myself, I ask you to slay the god. Now tell me, what on earth is going on with you?"

Qin Liuxi turned her head. In his eyes she saw her own reflection, and slowly said, "I want that Buddha Bone."