Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 98 My Underworld's thousand-year-old enterprise rests entirely on the shoulders of Seventh Master and Eighth Master!

Inside Chenghuang Street.

The four underworld messengers carried Lu Chen, transforming into four gusts of yin wind, and swiftly rushed towards the City God's Palace.

The palace was extremely conspicuous, sitting in the center of the entire street. Its halls were majestic and imposing, and even from a distance, one could feel a solemn and powerful pressure.

"To put it bluntly, this City God Street is nothing more than a more advanced form of ghost realm, capable of forming a small society on its own."

During the flight, Lu Chen pondered silently.

In contrast to the monotonous, lifeless, and weak atmosphere of the former School of Life Sciences.

This City God Street can even be described as "full of life".

The supernatural power that Lu Chen is currently learning is called [Black Mist].

It was merely the prototype of the Ghost Realm.

"If I cultivate to a higher level of ghost realm in the future, perhaps I will be able to create a ghost realm similar to City God Street."

Before him, Fan Rusong heard Lu Chen mutter to himself, but shook his head: "General, it's not as simple as you think."

"Oh?"

“To build a ghost realm of the level of City God Street, the ghost realm itself is far from enough. Magic power and status are both indispensable. Especially status, without status, it is like a person without a soul, destined to be a dead object, and all efforts will be in vain.”

"A position... In other words, one must possess divine authority and divine status to cultivate such a ghostly realm?"

"Correct!"

"I see." Then he has no chance, unless he ascends to immortality in the future.

Otherwise, where would one seek a position of authority?

"My lord, the City God's Palace is just ahead. We must go down first to avoid disturbing the City God."

Fan Rusong spoke up to remind him.

The four underworld messengers immediately suppressed the yin wind and quietly landed.

In the distance, on the long white marble steps of the City God Temple, a pair of Black and White Impermanence were escorting a soul slowly up the temple.

The soul was surrounded by a pure golden and white radiance, making it extremely conspicuous.

Upon seeing the two impermanent figures, Fan Rusong and Xie Qingyi were first taken aback, then their faces lit up with surprise.

"Father!!"

"Father?" Lu Chen's eyesight was not as good as theirs, and he could only see blurry outlines from a distance. "You mean, those two impermanent beings are your fathers, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu?"

"There's no mistake! It's my father!" the two women said in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

The ox-headed and horse-faced demons behind them perked up: "So it's Seventh Master and Eighth Master personally escorting them! That makes things much easier!"

"General, there's no time to lose, let's get there quickly!"

"go!"

……

Above the higher levels.

The White Impermanence has a kind and gentle face with a hint of a smile. He is tall and thin with a pale complexion, a long tongue sticking out of his mouth, and wears an official hat with the words "Seeing Him Brings Wealth" written on it.

It was Xie Bi'an.

Black Impermanence has a fierce face, a broad and fat body, a small stature, and a dark face. His official hat is inscribed with the words "Peace Under Heaven".

It was Fan Wujiu.

As the leaders of the underworld's many unseen beings, these two underworld generals now rarely personally escort the souls of the dead.

But the deceased soul today is no ordinary person; it is worthwhile for them to make this trip in person.

"Hey, Eighth Brother, has my niece Fan been coming home to visit more often lately?" The two underworld generals chatted as they escorted the departed souls.

"Sigh, Seventh Brother, don't even mention it. A daughter is like a bird that flies away when she grows up." Fan Wujiu sighed. "Ever since I was sent by King Yama to follow that mighty General Zhengde, I've been coming home less and less often. These past few days, I haven't even seen a shadow of him. I wonder what he's been busy with. I suppose my niece Xie is in the same boat?"

Xie Bi'an smiled wryly: "Who says otherwise? It's just that Qingyi is too impulsive and not as steady as Rusong. I'm always worried that she won't please General Weiwu and might cause some trouble."

Fan Wujiu waved his hand: "Seventh Brother is overthinking it. My niece in green is naturally lovable, and it's a good thing that she's lively. On the contrary, my Song'er always has a cold face, and I'm afraid she'll offend the General."

Xie Bi'an shook his head and patted Fan Wujiu on the shoulder: "Forget it, the daughters are all grown up, let them be. As long as they don't cause any big trouble, otherwise you and I will inevitably be implicated."

As he spoke, he turned to the spirit of the dead who was silently weeping beside him and said in a gentle tone, "Madam, please hurry up. The City God is still waiting in the hall. We have already wasted a lot of time."

Upon hearing this, the spirit wept uncontrollably, and knelt down on the ground, pleading, "Two underworld officials, please have mercy and let me go back! If I die, my husband... will certainly not live on alone! Please, let me go back!"

Seeing that she kept kowtowing, Xie Bi'an gently flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force helped Madam Zheng stand up again.

He shook his head and sighed softly, "Madam, the world is already set in stone, why be so attached? You have been a virtuous person for nine lifetimes, with immeasurable merit. Even if you enter the underworld, we will treat you with respect. If there are regrets in this life, then pray for a fulfilling life in the next."

"Yes, let's hurry up and meet the City God as soon as possible so we can report back to the Underworld."

Even Fan Wujiu, with his fierce appearance, spoke quite politely to this virtuous man who had lived for nine lifetimes.

Madam Zheng was heartbroken and knew that pleading was useless, so she could only silently shed tears and continue on her way.

Just as the group continued on their way...

Suddenly, a small hand reached out from behind and grabbed Xie Bi'an's sleeve.

Xie Bi'an reacted almost instinctively, grabbing the man's wrist with a backhand grab.

"Ouch! Ouch! Father, it's me!" Xie Bi'an was startled and turned around to see his daughter, Xie Qingyi, wincing in pain. "Qingyi? What are you doing here?"

"Xiao Song? You're here too!?" Fan Wujiu also saw Fan Rusong, who had arrived shortly after, and the group of people behind her.

"father!"

The two Yin generals' gazes instantly fell on the dashing young man surrounded by the crowd.

A chill ran through him, and he immediately bowed and saluted: "Your subordinate greets the mighty General Zhengde!"

This was the first time Lu Chen had ever seen these two renowned Yin Marshals in person, and they were exactly as described...

"Please, rise, gentlemen."

“General, why have you come to Chenghuang Street? This place is the boundary between Yin and Yang; no living person should enter without permission!” Xie Bi’an said, giving Xie Qingyi beside him a stern look. Fan Wujiu also glared at Fan Rusong.

Even a fool could see that it was those two girls who were behind this.

Lu Chen didn't beat around the bush and pointed directly to Madam Zheng beside him: "To be honest, I came here for her."

Madam Zheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at Lu Chen with teary eyes: "For me? You are...?"

Lu Chen waved to her, signaling her to calm down.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu exchanged a glance: "General, you wouldn't... be thinking of taking this soul back, would you?"

"Uh... saying 'rob' sounds too abrupt. Would it be better if I said 'please' instead?"

"What's the difference?"

Lu Chen: "..."

"Well... there really is no difference."

"Qingyi! What exactly is going on? How dare you defy the laws of the underworld and come to intercept the souls of the dead!" Xie Bi'an's tone became serious.

Before Xie Qingyi could speak, Fan Rusong interrupted, "Uncle Xie, Father, let me speak."

She moved her lips slightly, but made no ordinary sound. However, within a few breaths, the two Yin generals showed expressions of shock.

"What? This matter actually involves King Yama and the Plague Emperor of the Plague Department?"

"That's not right. How could a dignified Star Lord go back on his word and break his promise?"

The two Yin generals were greatly shocked; the implications of this matter far exceeded their imagination.

"Father, that is the truth. If it weren't for the special circumstances, why would we risk coming to Chenghuang Street to intercept the soul? Please let the general take Madam Zheng's soul away!" Xie Qingyi pleaded in a mournful voice.

"Nonsense!" Xie Bi'an scolded in a low voice: "I just told your eighth uncle that I hoped you wouldn't cause trouble, but I didn't expect you to turn around and cause such a big mess."

After reprimanding his daughter, Xie Bi'an turned to Lu Chen and respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "General, my daughter was ignorant, and I beg your forgiveness. But the order of Yin and Yang, and life and death are predestined. Now that Madam Zheng's soul has returned to the underworld, I hope you will not take such a risky step. Even if I were to hand over this soul to you, the City God Street is heavily guarded, and you would not be able to escape."

Xie Qingyi wanted to argue, but Lu Chen stopped her.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu.

"General, you mustn't!" Xie and Fan were shocked and quickly stepped aside, not daring to accept such a grand gesture.

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, time is of the essence, so I will get straight to the point." Lu Chen straightened up, his gaze sincere and firm: "Madam Zheng was a virtuous woman for nine lifetimes, with immeasurable merit. It is truly heartbreaking that she has met such a violent death, her name unjustly revealed. I am deeply grateful to King Yama for bestowing upon me the title of 'General of Majesty and Righteousness.' If I were to turn a blind eye to such injustice, how could I live up to the title 'Righteousness'? Wouldn't I be betraying King Yama's trust?"

"This……"

"Secondly, you two need not worry. After this matter is over, I, Lu, will personally report everything to King Yama. At that time, I will bear all the blame and will not implicate Qingyi or Rusong in the slightest. I beg you two to show leniency and allow me to bring Madam Zheng's soul back to the mortal world to investigate the truth and clear her name. After all..."

Lu Chen paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "Right now, the Underworld is working to expand its religious influence in the human world. If we take this opportunity to showcase the virtues of the Underworld, it will undoubtedly be a wonderful thing. It will be the icing on the cake and will be entirely beneficial to the Underworld's great cause. It will also be a meritorious deed for you two."

Upon hearing this, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu's expressions changed.

They were naturally aware of the recent developments in the underworld.

They now have a clearer understanding of the status and importance of this mighty general in the underworld.

These last few words, without exaggeration, felt like a mountain pressing down on us.

In an instant, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu's expressions changed repeatedly, and all sorts of thoughts flashed through their minds.

Lu Chen spoke earnestly and resolutely.

Knowing that if he didn't agree, the other party might actually try to rob him on the spot.

In a flash, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu exchanged glances and made their decision.

Xie Bi'an looked at Fan Wujiu: "Eighth Brother, what do you think?"

Fan Wujiu nodded emphatically: "It's all up to Seventh Brother to decide."

All eyes turned to Xie Bi'an once again.

Xie Bi'an pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Eighth Brother, if we do this, it seems that the two of us will not be able to come to Jiang Province again."

Fan Wujiu snorted: "If you can't come, you can't come. There are so many places to go in the country, one more won't make a difference."

Lu Chen was overjoyed: "So, you two... have agreed?"

　There is another chapter of nearly 5,000 words.

　　I'll be there shortly.

　　Polishing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)