She became a god

Meng Jing was surprised by Anqi's quick refusal.

Just as Anqi insisted on granting Youming Guilan a high position, Meng Jing couldn't understand it.

Meng Jing really couldn't understand her master's thoughts.

Master clearly cares so much about "Tales of the Underworld," and even took Ye Qingzhou as his disciple in order to find "Tales of the Underworld."

After taking on a disciple, he didn't pay much attention to his junior sister's cultivation, only occasionally sending her into the Book of Reincarnation.

However, when Youming Guilan offered to exchange her junior sister for "Tales of the Underworld," the master refused.

Is being fluffy really that powerful?

It's even more substantial than "Tales of the Underworld".

While the fluffy creature was no match for the "Tales of the Underworld," Anqi believed that she was not so weak as to need to exchange her disciple's life for the cultivation technique.

Of course, there is room for negotiation when it comes to terms.

It's impossible to force someone to agree to an exorbitant price while you're forced to do so.

Moreover, Youming Guilan was at a disadvantage, so Anqi had no reason to accept the other party's unreasonable request.

As expected, Youming Guilan did not insist on killing Ye Qingzhou. Instead, she said, "Then bring her here. I want to talk to her alone. I refuse any form of eavesdropping."

After thinking for a while, Angie said, "Okay, but you can't harm her life in any way."

Youming Guilan agreed, "Let's swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao together."

"Excellent!" Anqi then instructed Meng Jing, "Go and bring her here."

When Meng Jing found Ye Qingzhou, Ye Qingzhou was making beggar's chicken.

The boy's bright eyes were fixed on the fire. He sat lazily on the bench, and when he heard footsteps, he didn't turn around. Instead, he casually conjured up a chair.

"Senior sister, please sit down for a while. We'll be eating soon."

Meng Jing slowly sat down, her back straight and head held high, dignified and noble.

"The head of the library said you just flipped through a few books on the 7th floor and came out."

"Mm." The boy nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze back to the bright campfire.

"Don't you like reading? Why do you only think about cooking?"

Faced with Meng Jing's slightly reproachful words, the boy said calmly, "I watched it, but it wasn't interesting. I'm hungry, so I'll cook."

"Everyone loves those classic texts and cultivation methods, why don't you?"

The boy tilted his head and smiled, "Maybe it's too cold in the library. I prefer lively and warm places."

For some reason, Meng Jing always felt that the boy wasn't telling the truth.

The library is frequented by countless cultivators, but its location is remote, with the Undead Forest just beyond.

The boy in front of her was a strange boy. Sometimes he was overly enthusiastic, and sometimes he was indifferent and aloof, which reminded Meng Jing of the five words "living apart from the world".

Meng Jing thought that perhaps the only thing she lacked compared to Qingluan was her grasp of the nature of living beings.

He couldn't even fully understand the thoughts of his master and junior sister whom he spent every day with, but Qingluan could talk fluently with many cultivators and even sleep with cultivators she had only met a few times.

Meng Jing could never do those things.

Having witnessed countless partings and deaths in the underworld, she no longer cared about the temperament of living beings, only about their actions and consequences. She would only be curious about their motives before imposing punishment.

She lacked the desire to explore or spy on the inner thoughts of living beings, and naturally, she often failed to see through the thoughts of other cultivators.

Even though she was aware of this, Meng Jing didn't feel she needed to deliberately correct it.

She is who she is, she has no interest in external things, and she doesn't need to make things difficult for herself to keep up with others.

The charcoal burned out, and the flames died down.

Ye Qingzhou skillfully pulled out the beggar's chicken and tore off a large chicken leg for Meng Jing.

"Try it, there's less chili sauce this time."

Meng Jing took it, tasted it, and found it was indeed much tastier than last time.

After finishing off a beggar's chicken, Meng Jing didn't say much, and directly grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and headed to the Book of Reincarnation.

For the boy, orders and instructions provided excuses to evade, but once they were grabbed, there was no escape.

It was only because the boy was too unambitious that, in Meng Jing's view, he didn't even have the ability to withstand a single move from her.

The boy seemed accustomed to being taken away at any time; his face was calm as he stared blankly into the distance.

Meng Jing suspected that the boy was lost in thought and had no idea where he was.

Otherwise, why would he look at Youming Guilan with such a blank expression?

Before the boy's bewildered gaze could turn to him, his master had already pulled him away.

"Master, why does Youming Guilan want to talk to Junior Sister?"

Meng Jing couldn't figure it out, so she chose to ask An Qi.

Angie said, "Perhaps they want to know the whereabouts of the woman on the parchment."

Indeed, the Ghost Orchid and the woman on the parchment must have a close relationship. How could one not be curious upon seeing someone who looks so similar?

"Your Majesty," Youming Guilan called out tentatively, unsure whether she truly wished the woman before her were Your Majesty.

If so, she will definitely be held accountable.

If not, she herself had no information about "Tales of the Underworld".

The woman who bore a striking resemblance to His Majesty glanced at him indifferently and said, "It's you."

The light, airy voice felt like a shackle heavier than a mountain, trapping the Netherworld Ghost Orchid.

"Your Majesty, I have failed in my duties. Please punish me."

The woman sighed softly, "You didn't manage to save even one of my Sea-Stabilizing Pearls?"

Upon hearing this, Youming Guilan immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, they bullied the weak and oppressed the many. I am no match for them. Please give me a chance to make amends. I beg you."

A great master in the late Mahayana stage, yet so humble.

But Youming Guilan didn't feel embarrassed. As long as she could survive from His Majesty's clutches, face didn't matter at all.

The woman didn't reply immediately, but instead grabbed her right wrist, saying, "You're badly injured; it's a miracle you're still alive. Get up; I don't blame you."

His Majesty's affability reminded Youming Guilan of a rumor.

It seems that two souls reside in Your Majesty's body, one harsh and ungrateful, the other magnanimous.

If you make a mistake, the harsh and ungrateful ruler will torment you to death, but the magnanimous ruler will care about your injuries and well-being.

Even so, no colleague dared to make a mistake, because they found that His Majesty was harsh and ungrateful most of the time, and only on rare occasions would His Majesty show rare gentleness and kindness.

So, was it just good luck that I encountered such a magnanimous Your Majesty?

Ghost Orchid dared not let her mind wander any further; she silently awaited His Majesty's arrangements.

"I need to know the full details of your deal with the Lord of the Underworld."

Youming Guilan dared not hide anything and told her everything in detail.

"You want me dead?"

Youming Guilan shook her head frantically, "Your Majesty, I was only testing Anqi, and I absolutely had no intention of harming you. If you don't believe me, please brand my primordial spirit, and I will obey your commands for all eternity."

"You have a pleasant way of speaking." The woman smiled and reached out to probe the consciousness of the Netherworld Orchid. "Then so be it."

Despite enduring the excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart, Youming Guilan swore, "My loyalty to Your Majesty is as clear as the sun and moon."

The woman smiled and said, "Then I'll show you a glorious path to survival."