Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 42: Studying Journalism (Seeking monthly votes, meow!)
Once you pass through the Gates of Hell, you enter the Netherworld.

Despite being called Youdu, the magnificent city before us has absolutely nothing to do with the word "You" (meaning "desolate" or "secluded").

An Sheng admired the surrounding scenery.

Today it is called Weimendu, which is the gateway guarding Fengdu.

The city is situated on the waterfront, nestled between azure skies and azure lakes. As the sun shines down, shimmering blue light, like tin foil, adheres to the city's steel shell.

They sailed on the water all night and reached the shore at dawn.

As the first rays of dawn appeared, the entire city awoke.

Countless immortal swords shuttle through the densely packed city, while well-dressed office workers rush to catch the morning rush hour.

The breakfast shop was steaming hot meals, from refreshing and delicious rice porridge to steaming hot meat buns, all kinds of food that looked and smelled delicious.

The wind along the waterfront swept through the streets, rustling the wind chimes and carrying the whistles of fishing boats setting sail.

By the time the morning breeze died down, the fishing boats were already at the horizon.

Peaceful, harmonious, and prosperous.

Although it is called the Ghost City of Youdu, in terms of its appearance, it is no different from the immortal city of Kunlun.

It seems that the creation of the Jiuyou Civilized City District is being implemented very effectively.

The ferry slowly docked.

An Sheng disembarked and tried to use the 'Impermanence Law' to reflect on the city. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and the scenery in front of him became blurry and distorted.

The underworld swallowed his vision.

Countless threads of sin and karma soared into the sky!

He saw the steel city transform into a monstrous beast of flesh and blood, with office workers crawling into its gaping maw. He smelled the breakfast food suddenly rotting, maggots crawling on the rice and meat buns; he heard the winds of death sweeping through streets made of bones, the mournful ringing of bone bells urging fishing boats to set sail.

Using humans as bait, they fished out indescribable monsters from the Naihe River.

Naihe seemed to want to devour him.
The soul will sink into the netherworld.
Just as An Sheng's mind wavered, the token at his waist emitted light, and the illusion in his eyes quickly faded away.

If you don't look at something, it's just an illusion; it never existed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, composed himself, tightened the Nine Nether Token, and continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.

"All right."

Judge Cui also breathed a sigh of relief. Escorting An Sheng and Mei Yun all the way was truly dangerous, as he was afraid that these demons would cause trouble.

Now we can finally deliver on our promise.

“You can contact me using the token, like this,” Cui Yu said, sending a message on the token. “Received, reply received.”

Mei Yun: "Received."

An Sheng: "Received, received, I received."

Cui Yu's face darkened. You really don't suffer losses. Helpless, he also sent a "received" message on the token.

Who is the real culprit, and who is the superior officer?
"You have been accepted by the Impermanence Sect, and the Impermanence Sect will be responsible for you from now on."

"You must report to the Impermanence Sect before sunset today."

Cui Yu added to the two, "Inside the second level, Kunlun will not restrict your personal freedom, as long as you pay your taxes on time."

"Come back to me in a month, with your Foundation Establishment certificates."

"By the way, what if I fail the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam?"

"You can also take on other work assignments to offset your monthly personal income tax through voluntary labor."

Cui Yu kindly reminded him, "This is called a 'reform student'."

Seeing Mei Yun's enthusiastic expression, An Sheng decided to encourage him to become a labor reform student.

This kind of voluntary labor is something no human being can do.

For example, the digestive system of the Kunlun cultivator was connected to the esophagus of the Nine Netherworld reformatory student through a teleportation talisman.

An Sheng remembered the amazing idea she had heard before. Since they had the technology, why couldn't they teleport into the sewers?

all in all,
Cultivating immortality is defying the heavens. If one cannot establish a foundation, one must either pay taxes or consume stones, or succeed or fail.

An unknown figure, or a renowned figure?

With this thought in mind, An Sheng gazed at the boundless, magnificent city before him, at the flesh-and-blood metropolis beneath the steel, and a surge of boundless pride welled up within him.

In Fengdu Kunlun, he was the renowned Impermanent Demon Prince, but in Weimen Youdu, he was merely an insignificant nobody.

In this life, he will become famous throughout the world in Weimen Youdu. An Sheng did not notice that when he landed, the characters of the Impermanence Contract became thicker, as if he was about to turn a new page.

"It's still early, shall we wander around the city first, and then go report for duty?"

Mei Yun suggested.

An Sheng agreed. He was also new to the city and not very familiar with it in his previous life, so he definitely needed to gather some information.

As a newcomer, you should keep a low profile and know who is the most dangerous person in this city.

Mei Yun and An Sheng split up and agreed to meet on the shore in thirty minutes.

In the world of cultivation, how can a newly arrived swordsman better gather intelligence?
Is it about seeking out tales from wandering swordsmen in teahouses, buying information from the underground black market, infiltrating gangs to steal intelligence, or traversing the streets to inquire of traveling merchants from the north and south?
In an instant, he came up with countless solutions.

Mei Yun was in high spirits and completely immersed in the difficult task of intelligence gathering.

An Sheng already has the answer.

He walked straight to the shops on the shore and said to the shopkeeper:
"Give me the latest newspaper!"

The newsboy took out the newly published "Nine Nether People's Daily" and handed it to An Sheng. One newspaper was worth half a low-grade spirit stone.

"Guest, have you also heard about that sir?"

The shopkeeper asked with great interest, "Is this the last one? It's all over town, and the newspaper is selling like hotcakes."

Which person? An Sheng was baffled.

It's 2068 already, and reading newspapers is still the best way to get information.

All sorts of strange tales, amazing encounters, and incredible figures are recorded in the newspapers.

An Sheng paid the money, found a seat, and began to watch with great interest.

Who would have thought that a glance at the top headline would reveal such a thing?

An Sheng's pupils then trembled violently—

"Explode! Explode! Explode! The Impermanent Demon Saw Elder Whip, the Great Rebirth of the Green Plum Family!"

What's enough of this stuff?

He gasped. The article was written based on the editor's title, and it reported on a hot news story: the Fengdu Interrogation.

It is said that after winning first place, the Impermanent Demon Prince, dissatisfied with the Kunlun Righteous Path, sawed off the immortal whip of a certain Kunlun elder.

Not only that, he also took advantage of his excellent modeling skills to steal Mei Yun's fiancée, the second young master Mei, without even returning the betrothal gifts.

An Sheng's face was full of black lines. He had just planned to become famous in Weimen, but his dream had come true so quickly!

These journalism students only know how to take things out of context and fabricate stories about Huang Yao!
Thirty minutes passed quickly, and Mei Yun excitedly brought the information she had gathered to share with An Sheng.

"Brother Ansheng, I have heard that a great demon is coming to Weimendu."

"It's said that even the Kunlun Elders are no match for him!"

It's a pity we don't know his name.

"They say there's another unlucky guy who got cuckolded by that big devil. Haha, this guy's going to be famous. Which idiot is so unlucky?"

An Sheng stared at Mei Yun with a complicated expression. The truth would eventually come out. He pondered his words, trying to figure out how to subtly tell Mei Yun, "You've been falsely accused of Huang Yao by the *Fengdu People's Daily*."

"Brother Mei, there's something I have to tell you, and I can't keep it from you anymore. This matter is my fault."

He thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.

"While you were unconscious, something bad happened; you were reported by the *Fengdu People's Daily*."

An Sheng had only spoken half a sentence when Mei Yun's expression changed drastically.

"What did you say!"

"While I was unconscious..."

His face was filled with terror and despair. "I've been reported by the People's Daily of Fengdu?!"

"how many people?"

Mei Yun shook An Sheng's shoulders frantically, completely forgetting her persona as a cold-blooded swordsman, and shouted, "Why didn't you protect me when I was unconscious!"

An Sheng's face darkened even more. "You're studying journalism too?!"

They're even more out of context than journalism students!

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(End of this chapter)