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"Go on, you," said the King of Hell.
Ye Mingshang took a deep look at him, without hesitation, called out to Unprincipled, "The fat guy is leaving," and then strode away.
It was only after they had gone far that a figure appeared beside the King of Hell and said in a low voice, "Is it really okay to let them go like this?"
The King of Hell remained expressionless, his eyes slightly closed. "I have already divided seven parts of my soul for reincarnation training. Now, with only three parts of my power suppressing the myriad ghosts, it is barely manageable. If I were to fight him and cause all the ghosts to emerge, that would truly be a disaster for the living."
The King of Hell raised his head and slowly opened his eyes. What kind of eyes were they? They seemed to encompass the entire universe, containing the birth and destruction of all things, as if one could see all truths from them. Those Scarlet Eyes held compassion for the suffering of all beings, always moist, as if eternally grieving for the pains of life.
These eyes were unforgettable, enough to be remembered for a lifetime.
Ye Mingshang carried the old dean and left with Unprincipled. Soon they appeared on Yellow Springs Road; they only needed to walk a little further to return. Unprincipled could return directly, and Ye Mingshang could also go back easily, but the old dean could not; he had no physical body in the Mortal Realm and could only walk honestly.
As they saw the mist in the distance getting closer, a figure suddenly sprinted past them.
"That... seems to be Joan?" Unprincipled asked after five seconds of silence.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "It seems so."
The two turned back to look at Joan, who had returned, exchanged glances, and made a helpless expression.
Joan had just gotten lost in the mist and took a long time to find his way out. Knowing that Ye Mingshang and the others were in danger, he hurriedly ran with all his might; this speed was definitely far beyond his previous records.
At first, when he saw the three in front of him, he thought it was another Faceless Ghost trying to confuse him and ran past without looking. However, after running a short distance, he felt something was off and immediately turned back, stopping in front of them.
"Are you guys real?" Joan asked seriously, looking somewhat silly.
Ye Mingshang didn't say anything and simply slapped him on the head.
"Smack!"
"Ouch! That hurts!"
Joan touched the area that had been hit, grimacing in pain, and suddenly froze in surprise. "Hey~ this strength feels very familiar, just like this feel. Master, how did you come back?"
Ye Mingshang shook his head, looking quite helpless. He couldn't understand why someone who was usually so sharp could act so clueless at times. He really needed to take him to a hospital to see if there was something wrong with his head.
"Let's go, we can talk while walking."
The group walked together, with Unprincipled taking on the role of the storyteller. He described the battle as incredibly thrilling, portraying himself as a brave warrior who single-handedly took down an enemy general amidst thousands of troops, as if it were a piece of cake, making Joan look at him with starry eyes in admiration.
"You have no idea, I even saw the King of Hell just now. He tried to stop us but was scared off by my overwhelming aura. I simply said 'Get lost!' and he ran away crawling."
"Wow! That's amazing, so epic! It's a pity I didn't see it; what a shame!" Joan looked completely convinced, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
The chubby guy was impressive too; he spun such tall tales that even he believed them, with a proud expression saying, "Of course! You should know who I am; I'm a man destined to change the world."
Ye Mingshang couldn't be bothered to engage with them; he had long since gotten used to their antics. The old dean looked at them with a strange expression, wondering how these two young men had gone from being serious to acting ridiculous in such a short time.
As they talked and walked, they soon entered the mist. Following the fog forward, by the time it cleared, they had already arrived at their dormitory, and the mist behind them had vanished.
Ye Mingshang first set the old dean down gently so he could lie comfortably before returning to his physical form and taking out a porcelain bottle from his pocket.
When he opened the bottle, a rich fragrance wafted out, captivating and highly tempting.
Inside the bottle lay a white pill the size of a marble, clearly much more advanced than what he usually took.
He poured out the pill and was about to give it to the old dean when several small spirits came rushing over, drawn by the scent.
Ye Mingshang glared at them, his killing intent palpable. "Get lost!"
With a fierce shout, several moderately powerful Evil Spirits were instantly frightened out of their wits and fled without caring about the allure of the pill anymore. However, one spirit that was more powerful and bolder still approached aggressively.
Ye Mingshang snorted coldly. "You’re asking for trouble; die!"
He reached out his hand, and the Evil Spirit collided directly with his palm. He squeezed hard. With a soft thud, it transformed into tiny specks of light blue Essence, dissipating into the air. Perhaps after drifting for hundreds of years, it would form into an unconscious new soul to be reincarnated in the Underworld.
This is absolute power; with a casual wave, I can eliminate an Evil Spirit with considerable magical strength, easier than popping a balloon. I dare ask, how many people in the world today can achieve this?
Inside the room, there are magical artifacts that even ordinary ghosts would not dare approach. Even Evil Spirits would not easily come near, for they could be harmed by these artifacts. Yet these several Evil Spirits are risking their lives to seize this pill, which shows just how extraordinary it is.
"Father, take it."
Although the pill is not small, it dissolves upon entering the mouth, transforming into a stream of refreshing energy that flows down the throat.
In just a few breaths, the dean's previously cracked skin visibly rejuvenates at an astonishing rate. Within seconds, it sheds its dryness and roughness, becoming as smooth as a baby's skin, enough to make every woman envious.
The hair that had been burned away by flames slowly begins to regrow, stopping only when it reaches about an inch in length.
The once aged face now appears youthful and handsome, exuding an air of ethereal grace akin to that of an immortal.
"A-Jin, thank you." The old dean feels the changes in his body and tests his voice, which has returned to normal, expressing his gratitude.
Ye Mingshang looks at him earnestly. "Father, there's no need to be so formal. It's only right for me to do this for you; there's no need for thanks."
He is a person who values emotions deeply. For someone like the old dean, who is like a father to him, he would not hesitate to go to war with the Underworld. Even giving him the Qiong Yu Wan, which he himself would not bear to use, is worth it.
(To be continued.)
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