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The Black Mountain Old Demon’s expression grew serious as he almost forgot the purpose of their visit. He suddenly realized why the two had agreed; it was likely due to witnessing Hei Jiao's strength.
Cui Pan’s eyes flickered. "This isn’t the right place to talk. Let’s go inside," he said, gesturing towards the Judge's Hall.
Hei Jiao glanced at the Judge's Hall, wondering if this was a test for him. "Alright, let’s go in," he replied, nodding.
Lu Pan and Cui Pan exchanged glances before turning to lead the way. The Black Mountain Old Demon, seeing Black Python about to enter, quickly grabbed his arm. "Be careful; the Judge's Hall isn’t easy to get into," he warned, his eyes fixed on the hall with a look of trepidation.
Black Python raised an eyebrow, realizing that the Old Demon was aware of the hall's hidden dangers. He shook his head. "It’s fine; I trust they won’t do anything foolish." With that, he stepped forward.
The Black Mountain Old Demon hesitated for a moment, gritting his teeth before following closely behind, now on high alert.
Inside the Judge's Hall, it was quite spacious. A massive table dominated the center, surrounded by several chairs. The entire hall appeared somewhat dimly lit, but it didn’t affect Hei Jiao and the others.
Cui Pan took a seat at the head of the table while Lu Pan settled into the leftmost chair. Hei Jiao glanced around and, feeling no need for formality, sat down in the chair on the right.
Seeing this, the Black Mountain Old Demon chose to sit beside them. The hall fell silent.
Cui Pan observed Hei Jiao's calm demeanor and felt a flicker of uncertainty; he truly had no confidence that the hall's restrictions would allow Hei Jiao to remain unharmed. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Here are two Fu Zhen for you to take. However, receiving Fu Zhen means you’ll also have responsibilities."
Cui Pan spoke in a serious tone.
Hei Jiao smiled and reached out, catching the two Fu Zhen as they fell into his hands. "Don’t worry; I understand that one must hold their position and manage their affairs," he replied with a grin, handing one of the Fu Zhen to the Black Mountain Old Demon.
Black Mountain Old Demon stared in disbelief as he received Fu Zhen. Wasn't this supposed to be about an alliance? How did it turn into Lu Pan and Cui Pan?
Such a thing was beyond his imagination.
Hei Jiao scanned Fu Zhen with his divine sense and, finding nothing unusual, began the process of refining it.
In just a few moments, Fu Zhen shot into Hei Jiao's forehead, and then Hei Jiao underwent a transformation, donning a bright red official robe.
Hei Jiao looked up at his Destiny Energy; black Red Luck slowly emerged, though it was not as rich as the Destiny Energy of Cui Pan and the others.
At this point, Black Mountain Old Demon had also refined Fu Zhen and was similarly clad in a red official robe.
Hei Jiao immediately sensed his divine authority: judging souls, capturing spirits, and regulating yin and yang. He had quite a lot of responsibilities now that the King of Hell was absent; currently, it was up to the four of them—Lu Pan and Cui Pan—to make decisions in Difu.
Lu Pan observed Hei Jiao and Black Mountain Old Demon with a complex expression. He recalled how difficult it had been for them to ascend to their positions as Lu Pan and Cui Pan.
Black Mountain Old Demon excitedly stood up and shook himself. "Ha! Lu Pan and Cui Pan, does this mean I am now the Difu Judge?"
Despite their seemingly carefree demeanor, all the demons knew how advantageous it was to be a legitimate deity. Unfortunately, that was not something they could decide; they could only shout slogans about overthrowing the heavenly court.
Cui Pan's expression grew serious. "Now that you are Difu Judges, Wangsi City must be incorporated into Difu."
Black Mountain Old Demon hesitated for a moment.
However, Hei Jiao immediately spoke up, "Indeed. Wangsi City has always belonged to Difu, but my elder brother will continue to oversee it."
Cui Pan considered this for a moment. "That works."
Black Mountain Old Demon breathed a sigh of relief; after all, that was his stronghold, and he certainly didn't want to give it up.
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