The Eternal Beauty of the City of Wealth

Yang Xuan's soul had left his body and his body was no longer breathing.

Although the children and grandchildren had different thoughts, they were ultimately powerless to change the situation.

Various cries, sighs, complaints, and low curses echoed noisily in the room.

Yang Xuan slowly closed her eyes, she could neither see nor hear.

She left, leaving so helplessly, so unwillingly, and so reluctantly.

She was like a grain of sand in the desert, buried deep under the dust as the storm blew.

Nothing in the outside world changed because of her departure. The wind still blew and the rain still fell.

The pedestrians walking hurriedly on the road are still busy running for their lives.

Only the sun that never disappears firmly fulfills its duties, guarding this earth from rising in the morning to setting in the evening.

Yang Xuan, she was really gone. "Yang Xuan... wake up... Yang Xuan... wake up..."

Following the long calls, Yang Xuan slowly opened her eyes. The scene before her made her feel a little surprised and confused.

I saw a tall and large hall with dim lights. A faint green light seemed to appear and disappear, revealing mystery and weirdness everywhere.

The ground was still covered with white mist, making it gloomy and foggy.

She looked around in panic. "Hey, didn't I just die? Wasn't I taken away by the Black and White Impermanence?"

Could this be... the underworld people often talk about? Is this hall... also the legendary Hall of Hell?

Yang Xuan was thinking when she suddenly heard a voice in her ears, which scared her so much that she trembled all over.

"Black Impermanence, White Impermanence, kowtow to Lord Yama! Report to Lord Yama!"

"Yang Xuanyang, a native of the capital of China, has reached the end of her life. Following orders, the two of us have brought her soul back to the underworld and are reporting to Lord Yama!"

The Black and White Impermanence knelt down and bowed. Yang Xuan finally recovered from his shock and looked up at the hall.

I saw a gloomy and majestic king sitting steadily on the tall hall, looking at me with a pair of cold and stern eyes.

Hei Wuchang coughed lightly and shouted, "Yang Xuan, why don't you pay your respects to Lord Yama!"

Yang Xuan replied at a loss: "Oh, okay, yes."

Oh my god, there really is an underworld. I even met the King of Hell. This is too outrageous. It’s really scary.

She knelt down on the ground, trembling as she thought to herself, "I, a commoner, no, no, a common woman, pay my respects to the Lord of Hell."

Yang Xuan stuttered, his mind seemed to be disconnected, and he didn't know what he said.

Yan Jun looked at her coldly and waved his hand: "Get up."

Yang Xuan slowly stood up, staring at the ground and not daring to look up.

Lord Yan said, "Yang Xuan, I summoned you to see me for a reason. Not every soul in the underworld is qualified to see me, but you are an exception."

"The reason is that your ancestor, Yang Yu, six generations ago, spent his entire life on earth, accumulating wealth and performing good deeds. His benevolence was immense."

"Therefore, he has reaped countless good results in the fairy world."

"After his death, the Heavenly Dao Supreme Ancestor, in remembrance of his accumulated merits, specially allowed him to make a divine wish once."

"For this reason, your great ancestor made a will before his death. The contents of the will are the ancestral precepts of your Yang family."

"Its content is that Yang Yu's descendants must pass down the Yang family's ancestral teachings from generation to generation, doing good deeds every year and accumulating virtue for generations to come."

"After each generation dies, they must donate 90 percent of their wealth to national charities to help those in need."

"Therefore, your ancestor Yang Yu obtained the wish to ask the Heavenly Ancestor to protect his descendants."

"Now, your generation is already the seventh, and the merits you have accumulated have been fulfilled."

"Therefore, the Heavenly Ancestor has granted you the opportunity to make seven wishes. Are you willing to accept this arrangement?"

After the King of Hell finished speaking, he stroked his beard which was as thick as steel needles, and stared coldly at Yang Xuan with his big eyes.

Yang Xuan quickly replied, "Yes! Yes, I do!

Only a fool would not agree to that. Seven wishes, hehe, her heart was already blooming with joy.

The King of Hell nodded and said, "Soon, a messenger from Heaven will come to help you fulfill your wish. Tell them what you want, and they will help you fulfill it!"

After hearing this, Yang Xuan immediately felt his heart beating wildly, and it took him a long time to recover.

She swallowed her nonexistent saliva and subconsciously glanced at the King of Hell: "Okay, okay, Lord Yan, may I pay my respects to Grandpa Heaven?"

Before the King of Hell could say anything, a white light suddenly flashed in front of him, and an elegant and handsome young man gently floated down.

He had a handsome face, regular features, fair skin, and stood in front of her with an ethereal look.

Yang Xuan was startled and looked at the beautiful boy in confusion.

He was holding a beautiful and strange bronze mirror in his hand, and he bowed to the King of Hell with an expressionless face: "I, the humble official, pay my respects to the King of Hell."

"I am the messenger of Heaven, and I have come here on the orders of the Great Ancestor of the Heavenly Cang to help Yang Xuan complete the distribution of the rewards for his meritorious deeds."

The King of Hell nodded. The Heavenly Dao messenger turned and said to Yang Xuan, "Yang Xuan, Yu Yu and the others have accumulated immortal merits in the mortal world for the past seven lifetimes."

"This is a special gift from the Heavenly Dao Ancestor; you are allowed to make seven wishes."

"Once your wish is fulfilled, your soul will be transported back to a historical dynasty and become the lord of a city, enjoying eternal wealth and glory."

Yang Xuan was surprised and delighted, and his panic gradually subsided. "Really? Oh, that's great!"

So, she asked with a happy look on her face, "Then, can I go back to my original world?"

The messenger said expressionlessly: "No!"

Yang Xuan asked doubtfully, "Why? Why not?"

"Don't ask so many questions. No reason, just no!"

"Well, then, may I ask, Emissary, can I have all my wishes granted?"

The messenger nodded: "Yes, as long as it's not too against the will of heaven, everything is possible."

Yang Xuan patted his forehead: "Okay, let me think about it."

She rubbed her hands excitedly, lowered her head, and paced back and forth.

Yang Xuan smiled at the messenger and asked, "Seven wishes, right, my angel?"

"Well, first of all, I want to go back to the modern world and see if my funeral is okay?"

The messenger and the King of Hell looked at each other and said in unison, "Yes!"

"However, you can only stay in the mortal world for three days. You must return when the time is up. Otherwise, you will become a wandering ghost and never be reborn."

Yang Xuan touched the back of his head and nodded repeatedly with a silly smile: "Okay, okay, hehe."