Yu Daohén hesitated for a moment, a strained smile on his face. "The position of Peerless Heavenly Pride should be held by the Holy Lord. I am truly ashamed to bear the title of Peerless Heavenly Pride."
He waved his hand, adopting the demeanor of an enlightened monk, showing no concern.
"What are you saying, Benefactor Yu? Peerless Heavenly Pride is merely a title; it makes no difference who holds it. Since you insist, I shall reluctantly accept the title of Peerless Heavenly Pride."
Thinking this, Wang Ming's usually stern face broke into a lewd grin, and he couldn't help but chuckle foolishly. "Hahahaha."
Seeing Wang Ming's lewd expression and hearing his laughter, Zhou Fu's image of the wicked monk was shattered. He couldn't help but take a step back.
Perhaps he should still refuse him.
Wang Ming looked at Zhou Fu, his lewd smile vanishing as he spoke slowly, "There's no time to delay. We should return to the Yu family's old residence first."
Zhou Fu nodded, carrying Yu Daohén on his back as he led the way, a sense of suspicion in his heart.
Why was this guy more eager than himself?
This was not Wang Ming's fault; he hadn't eaten all day. His stomach had been growling for a long time. He was determined to eat at least two, no, three large bowls when they returned to the Yu family's old residence.
Meanwhile, on a dark path, Qiu Jiaxiang led a line of souls whose lifespans had ended. Behind them, Fan Wujiu and Yu Daohén walked side by side.
"Achoo."
Yu Daohén sneezed, rubbing his nose in confusion. Could souls catch colds? No, someone must be talking about him.
Thinking this, Yu Daohén surveyed his surroundings. There were no streetlights along the path, and he could only vaguely make out the road beneath his feet. The sides were only discernible as forests, and beyond that, nothing could be seen. To be precise, he could only see things within five meters. However, the one thing he could confirm was that the Yin energy ahead was growing stronger.
Yu Daohén knew in his heart that they were approaching the Ghost Gate. But the closer they got to the Ghost Gate, the more uneasy he felt, as if something were about to happen. This feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Yu Daohén looked at Fan Wujiu beside him and said with a smile, "Eighth Master Fan, I have a bad premonition that something might happen. You absolutely cannot leave my side; you must protect me." He was currently in a soul state, and any Yama ghost could easily destroy him.
Fan Wujiu looked at Yu Daohén and chuckled, "You don't seem like a weakling, kid. Why are you suddenly so afraid of death?"
Yu Daohén grinned playfully, "I'm so young, I haven't even married yet. I don't want to come down here and play mahjong with you so soon. Besides, I can't let down..."
Yu Daohén stopped abruptly at this point.
Fan Wujiu burst into laughter, "Hahaha, honestly, if you hadn't killed that underworld official, I might be able to ask King Yama for an official position for you when you get to the underworld."
"We'll see about that. Perhaps I will indeed have to rely on Eighth Master Fan when I get to the underworld." Yu Daohén didn't rush to agree, a touch of melancholy in his heart. Did he really still have a chance to go to the underworld?
Seeing the sadness on Yu Daohén's face, Fan Wujiu smiled and said, "Don't worry. With Eighth Master here, I will surely escort you safely to the underworld."
The two walked towards the Ghost Gate, chatting and laughing. Perhaps it was Yu Daohén's excessive nervousness, but nothing happened along the way.
Fan Wujiu looked at the endless path ahead and said, "We're almost at the Ghost Gate."
Hearing this, Yu Daohén breathed a sigh of relief. Now it was up to that kid Zhou Fu. However, judging by their earlier conversation, Fan Wujiu seemed to have a good impression of him.
But after walking only a few steps, Fan Wujiu suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed. He looked at Yu Daohén beside him. "It seems you were right, kid. There are indeed those who aren't afraid of death and dare to cause trouble."
Hearing this, Yu Daohén instantly became nervous and looked around.
Seeing Yu Daohén's tense demeanor, Fan Wujiu smiled faintly. "Relax. Eighth Master promised to escort you to the underworld, and he will. A few fleas are nothing to fear."
After speaking, Fan Wujiu glanced at Qiu Jiaxiang ahead, then looked towards the forest on the left. "Stop hiding and come out."
As soon as Fan Wujiu finished speaking, several figures emerged from the forest. One of them spoke, "As expected of Eighth Master Fan, you found us even though we were so well hidden."
Fan Wujiu ignored the speaker and instead looked at the two masked figures behind him, his expression terrifyingly grim. The two masked figures wore ancient constable uniforms, one black and one white. They were clearly his and Xie Bi'an's subordinates.
A murderous intent flashed across Fan Wujiu's dark face, and he said coldly, "You two, take off your masks!"
The two figures in black and white flinched back in fear, not daring to speak.
Fan Wujiu summoned his soul-hooking chain and glared at the man who had just spoken, his face filled with murderous intent. Upon seeing the eye tattoo on the man's forehead, he said coldly, "You people are from the Divine Religion, aren't you?"
The man grinned proudly. "That's right. Besides the Cult Master and the two Envoys, I am the strongest third person in the Divine Religion."
"Third person?" Fan Wujiu chuckled dismissively. "So you're saying you're very strong."
The man grinned. "I don't know if I'm strong, but I'm more than enough to kill you."
Seeing the man's confidence, Fan Wujiu smiled. "Then how about we make a bet? If I win, you hand over those two traitors behind you to me, how about it?"
The man glanced at the two behind him without hesitation, then looked back at Fan Wujiu and nodded. "Agreed. But if I win, you have to give me that kid's soul. Do you dare?"
Hearing this, Yu Daohén looked at Fan Wujiu beside him. "Eighth Master Fan, don't fall for this..."
Before Yu Daohén could finish speaking, Fan Wujiu nodded in agreement. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
Their eyes met, and with a whoosh, they both attacked almost simultaneously, throwing punches at each other.
Bang!
Their fists collided, and both were forced back several steps. Before Fan Wujiu could regain his balance, he swung his chain. The chain wrapped around the man's arm like a serpent.
"Come here!" Fan Wujiu shouted, then yanked with all his might.
The man, still unsteady, was pulled back. Seeing the man he had pulled close, Fan Wujiu clenched his fist again, gathered his strength, and countless Yin energies condensed on his fist. As the man approached, he unleashed a powerful blow.
The man, seeing no way to evade, raised his other hand and met the punch with his own.
Bang!
The force of this blow was so great that it kicked up dust and sent leaves falling, even affecting Yu Daohén behind them, who instinctively raised his hand to shield his face.