She became a god

Inside the Book of Reincarnation, amidst the swirling white mist, Youming Guilan revealed a mocking smile.

"Anqi, what are you up to now?"

"You threw me into the thirty-third level of hell before, and now you've brought me to this foggy, ghostly place. What are you thinking?"

"Seriously, I suspect you're sick, and quite seriously so."

"I am also a citizen of the Underworld, yet you aid and abet the evildoer and help Feng Jiaojiao capture me."

"Not only that, you also insisted on asking me about the whereabouts of 'Tales of the Underworld'."

"Can't you use your brain properly? If I really knew where volumes three and four of 'Tales of the Underworld' were hidden, would I not study them?"

"If I learned it, would you still be able to catch me?"

It was clear that Youming Guilan had been tormented terribly by Anqi and harbored deep resentment. She not only disregarded her own great power and magnanimity but also her current predicament of being "a tiger fallen into the plains," displaying a somewhat reckless and self-destructive attitude.

It's no wonder she was so resentful; anyone would be furious if they were randomly forced to switch to the Thirty-Three Hell Towers at any moment.

Youming Guilan had been in the Mahayana stage for many years. If it weren't for the fact that the injuries she sustained in the great battle ten thousand years ago hadn't fully healed, she would have already entered the Tribulation stage. How could she have been captured by a junior like Anqi?

He was once a powerful being of high status, a being who could command the winds and rains throughout the six realms, but now he is being tormented to the point of unbearable suffering.

How could she not resent it?

How could I not hate it?

Surprisingly, Anqi did not increase the punishment within the formation this time because of her insults.

As Youming Guilan was filled with doubt, she saw the white mist gradually dissipate.

In the distance, clusters of flowers bloom, butterflies dance, and birds occasionally sing.

Before I knew it, I had reached the outer edge of the flower field. There I saw a girl in a pale yellow dress squatting on the ground, leaning close to a flower, as if she was about to smell it.

Youming Guilan, who had been moving forward, paused involuntarily. She glanced at the girl and her face showed disbelief.

Seeing this, Anqi felt reassured; it seemed this method was indeed effective.

Not far from Youming Guilan, Ye Qingzhou silently cheered himself up.

【Brave Zhouzhou, don't be afraid!】

Although the opponent is at the Mahayana stage and could easily crush me, a Golden Core stage cultivator, my master will definitely not let anything happen to me.

[Stay calm! If you succeed, you will create a legend of a Golden Core cultivator toying with a Mahayana cultivator!]

The expression on Youming Guilan's face changed repeatedly, but in the end, she still took a step.

Ye Qingzhou immediately got up and slowly left according to the plan. When she heard footsteps behind her, she was initially both happy and worried.

But soon, she discovered something was wrong.

Why are the footsteps getting lighter and lighter?

Just as Ye Qingzhou hesitated whether to turn back, she heard An Qi's voice transmission, "How strange, Youming Guilan actually turned back when she saw you. I will send you to her side in a moment."

"Right beside? Wouldn't that expose us directly to the Netherworld Orchid's attack range?"

Before Ye Qingzhou could even refuse, An Qi had already sent her over.

The expression on Youming Guilan's face changed drastically when she saw Ye Qingzhou.

Waaah, please don't hit me.

[Ugh! I wonder if my new master is reliable or if he'll be able to save me in time.]

At that moment, a scream that echoed through the sky rang out.

But it wasn't Ye Qingzhou who emitted it; it was the Netherworld Ghost Orchid.

"Don't come over here!"

After saying those words, Youming Guilan ran away at top speed.

[Vocal! Why is she so afraid of me?]

To be precise, why is she so afraid of the person in the painting?

[Youming Guilan was a powerful cultivator at the Mahayana stage, a figure even An Qi didn't take seriously, yet she treated the person in the painting as if facing a formidable enemy.]

The person in this painting is either far more powerful than her, or is her nemesis.

[There's another serious issue: her fear of me suggests that I resemble the person in the painting not only in profile but also in full-face.]

[There aren't any red pandas that look like me. Could the person in the painting be a member of the Lu family from ten thousand years ago?]

Not only Ye Qingzhou thought of this, but An Qi did too. She pulled Ye Qingzhou out of the Book of Reincarnation and asked, "Did your father ever say that you look like a certain ancestor of the Lu family?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head. "I never said that."

"I remember that before the Lu family had their troubles, Lu Qi was not very talented and was not highly regarded. Perhaps there are some things he didn't know."

Ye Qingzhou scratched his head. "Master, do you think that senior who looks very similar to me might not be related to me at all, and that we just look alike?"

“Where in this world can there be so many creatures that look so alike? The person in the painting must be your ancestor, though perhaps not by blood.”

Anqi continued, "The person in the painting is a powerful being who existed ten thousand years ago. She must have either ascended to heaven or perished. I think she is very likely your maternal ancestor. Why don't you look through the Lu family genealogy and see if you can find any clues?"

"You should have the Lu family genealogy, right?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head, "I don't have it, neither does my father, nor does Yuantong."

Anqi leaned closer to Ye Qingzhou and said seriously, "We are master and disciple, so tell me honestly, how much can you actually calculate?"

If Ye Qingzhou hadn't helped Wen Xichun set up the Pingcheng Sky Curtain Drama, she might have dared to reveal a thing or two, but now her luck value is less than five thousand.

To be honest, seeing how much Anqi cares about "Tales of the Underworld," I'd definitely urge her to reach the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible and use her luck value to calculate it.

But Ye Qingzhou had no desire to increase his cultivation level at lightning speed.

Although she wanted to become a god sooner than Wen Xichun, the prerequisite was that every step she took to become a god had to be solid.

As long as the foundation is solid, a rooftop garden is not a dream.

Ye Qingzhou didn't want to be forced to grow too fast, so she looked sad and said regretfully, "How could I not want to serve my master and contribute to the underworld? But my cultivation is not high enough, and I really can't calculate it."

"It's a real pity. I originally intended to pass on 'Spiritual Power Transformation' to you first, and then pass on 'Tales of the Underworld' to you in its entirety. Now it seems that by your generation, you can only stop at the second volume."

[Big pancake!]

[My new master is just making empty promises!]

[The technique "Spiritual Power Transformation" had been mentioned to the Demon Lord and the Queen Mother, so she naturally had to hand it over. But...]

[The "Tales of the Underworld" is a secret manual passed down through generations of Underworld Lords; how could my master possibly teach it to me?]

[I am neither a citizen of the underworld, nor do I possess the physical body of the netherworld, nor have I known her for long, and I am not her only disciple.]

[There's no way I'd get "Tales of the Ghostly Realm" from anyone; this promise is just too flimsy!]

Although Ye Qingzhou didn't believe in this unrealistic promise at all, she looked touched and nestled in An Qi's arms.

"Master, you are so good to me, I love you!"

Upon hearing this, Anqi paused slightly, then said solemnly, "I cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness."