Chapter 527: Chapter 338: Just Call Me Central Pole Sect Leader!

"Just passing by, why must I... hmm?"

He paused, looking around,

Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings also looked around, startled by the sudden change.

The previously empty long street was now cloaked in a thin mist, filled with indistinct figures, and even the ancient cries of vendors could be heard.

"Fresh wontons for sale, fresh wontons!"

"Fried noodles! Fried noodles! Fragrant fried noodles!"

"Selling flowers—Other Shore flowers! Old Other Shore flowers from past years, come and look!"

The calls echoed incessantly, and Zhuge Yuyi and Zhuge Si exchanged glances—Netherworld!

Then, Zhuge Yuyi saw the mysterious figure in dark clothing and a bronze mask crouch down and pick up a handful of soil.

Zhang Fusheng held the soil, brought it to his eyes, and sniffed it lightly.

Death Qi and Yin Qi filled it, along with an extremely ancient aura... this soil was truly Netherworld soil.

Or perhaps... Nine Netherworld.

But it was not the future Nine Netherworld within Maitreya’s belly.

"A fragment of the Nine Netherworld?"

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes sparkled, using the position of the Central Pole Sect Leader, he immediately sensed it was indeed a fragment of the true Nine Netherworld.

"So, before the Nine Netherworld was placed into the future, it was shattered into one or more fragments?"

He stood up, brushing off the Yin dirt from his hands, and the surrounding mist thickened and then thinned, as various scenes came into view.

In the distance was a mighty city, overhead was a pitch-black circular sun,

As for the nearby area, it resembled an ancient market, but the vendors and customers in the market were not human—

Or rather, most of them were not human.

They were wandering souls and fierce ghosts.

As the mist dissipated,

The fierce ghost vendors calling out all turned to gaze at the four people.

Then they all simultaneously withdrew their gazes.

"Can’t mess with them. Can’t mess with them," muttered the large fierce ghost selling wontons, "Three Innnates... can’t beat them!"

"And there’s one wearing black clothes and a mask!" the ghost selling Other Shore flowers chimed in:

"He looks quite intimidating... but I feel a bit of familiarity with that man in dark clothing and the bronze mask, I wonder if he’d like to get a little friendly with me..."

As she muttered, the ghostly woman with the flower basket extended her long tongue, licking her lips while gazing at Zhang Fusheng, her pale cheeks surprisingly flushed.

Not just her.

The ghostly women in the market all fixed their eyes on Zhang Fusheng, each whispering similar words,

They all seemed to desire an intimate moment with this man in dark clothing and a bronze mask.

In the truest sense of the word intimate.

Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings simultaneously looked at the mysterious man,

Zhuge Si shrank back, muttering:

"What’s this? A real peach blossom calamity??"

Zhuge Yuyi irritably smacked him, looking at the man in dark clothing and the bronze mask with even more gravity.

Zhang Fusheng himself felt a bit uncomfortable.

Why did these ghostly women... all seem like they were in heat?

It couldn’t be because of his status as the Central Pole Sect Leader—he concealed it well and there was no way these little ghosts could see through it.

What was it?

Other Shore Bone?

Underworld body?

Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin, curious and puzzled, yet the heavens offered no answer, and no matter how he traced the cause and effect, he couldn’t fathom it.

He didn’t want to think too deeply, so he approached Sima Shi and the Zhuge siblings with a grin and said cheerfully:

"I’m new to the Netherworld, you three seem more familiar, why not show me the way?"

Sima Shi, dressed in a silver robe, gave a cold glance:

"You..."

Before he could finish, his heart suddenly chilled, his spiritual sense silently warned him—not to curse aloud.

Sima Shi had a strong premonition that if he dared to curse this man in dark clothing and the bronze mask, he might be punished by heaven.

Indeed.

Heavenly punishment!

He was struck with fear.

Zhuge Yuyi shielded her brother, squinting:

"This is our first time in the Netherworld too, we won’t be traveling with you!"

Zhang Fusheng laughed and waved:

"Though you say so, aren’t you two families looking for that Lord Tai Sui? I’m curious, is this Tai Sui Lord the same Tai Sui as described?"

"Regardless, I’d quite like to meet this Tai Sui you speak of."

Sima Shi’s breath caught,

Zhuge Yuyi felt a chill in her heart; he had heard everything!

Knowing that they and that scoundrel Sima were both Tenth Wangs, yet he was so blatantly unafraid... what could he be relying on?

Could he be a Celestial Human?

Or perhaps, a Venerate?

As her thoughts raced, Zhuge Yuyi glanced sideways at Sima Shi and said coldly:

"A man who can’t keep his mouth shut." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Sima Shi remained silent, offering no retort, only solemnly gazing at this man in dark clothing and the bronze mask.

"Alright," Zhang Fusheng spoke lightly, "So where is this Lord Tai Sui you two are speaking of?"

Sima Shi continued his silence,

While Zhuge Yuyi exhaled softly:

"This guy and I have our own way to find Lord Tai Sui—since you want to follow us, we can’t really refuse, but shouldn’t you give us a name?"

After speaking,

She saw the man in dark clothing and the bronze mask smile as he replied:

"Me? I have many names, but here..."

Zhang Fusheng raised his head, glancing at the black sun-like object in the sky, which, upon closer inspection, was a giant vertical pupil!

The Candle Dragon’s eye?

He thought of the corpse of the Candle Dragon within the future Nine Netherworld inside Maitreya’s belly.

Recalling it now, that corpse indeed lacked one eye.

As his thoughts wandered, Zhang Fusheng continued:

"Here, you can all call me Luo Feng."

Luo Feng?

Zhuge Yuyi instinctively exchanged a glance with Sima Shi—both family foes, yet temporarily united.

After all, an ’external enemy’ loomed before them.