# Chapter 1686: Underworld Enemy
"So it's the honored guests from the Heavenly Court. I apologize for not receiving you properly." A man walked out from behind the soldiers. Although he carried a faint yin aura, he was not much different from an ordinary person.
The crowd was shocked. This was a corpse that had been reborn, a body that had given birth to new intelligence. Such a person was definitely an expert, with an extraordinary background in life and no low status in the Underworld.
"Blockading the Heavenly Court—is this how you treat honored guests?" The few who had arrived looked displeased. They had been in this important town for several days and had already investigated thoroughly.
"As you know, this kind of teleportation formation consumes a great deal. We're only operating at cost." Although the ghost general's face was pale and bloodless, he appeared quite elegant, wiping his mouth with a silk handkerchief like a vampire noble from an ancient castle who never saw sunlight.
"You must be Senior Zhang Qingyang. We've received reports that you were returning to the Heavenly Court." The bald monk stepped forward to greet them, showing great courtesy to Zhang Qingyang and the other two, identifying himself as one of Huahua's eight great disciples, known as the Vajra Buddha.
He paid no attention to the man from the Underworld but instead explained the current situation to Zhang Qingyang and the others—the Heavenly Court was blockaded by the Underworld, and there were troubles.
When they learned of Zhang Chang's identity, Vajra Buddha and the others quickly performed a grand salute, saying, "Greetings, Grand-Master Uncle."
Zhang Chang was speechless. This was Ye Fan's disciple's disciple. Years had passed in the blink of an eye, a new generation replacing the old, making one sigh at the ruthlessness of time.
Since beginning their cultivation path, Ye Fan and Zhang Chang's generation were now over fifty years old.
"Alas, you've all ignored me. How embarrassing. I am, after all, a ghost general of the Underworld." The man threw down his silk handkerchief, his expression turning cold.
"Who would dare to slight the Underworld? We wish to return to the Heavenly Court and borrow this path. Can the teleportation formation be activated?" Vajra Buddha asked.
"Hmm, just a few catties of Great Luo Silver Essence will do." The pale-faced ghost general said, a gentle smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"This is too much." Behind him, a mendicant shook his convenient-linked ringed staff, his brows shooting up in anger.
"Let's talk this over. We're all people of status. Let's be reasonable. Without divine materials, this road really is impassable. How about you stay a few days, do some work for the Underworld, and repay your debt with labor?" The ghost general's smile grew even brighter.
"Slap"
A straw sandal flew over. A ascetic monk behind Vajra Buddha kicked off one of his shoes and threw it at the ghost general's radiant face, saying, "Step on your face."
He was very direct. When facing this kind of self-righteous person, the bitter mendicant's simple brutality was quite effective, freezing the other's smile on his face, turning it icy cold.
"You don't know who I am yet, do you? I am the first son under the Nine-Son Ghost Mother. If anyone from the Heavenly Court wants to pass, leave one arm behind!" He had completely torn off all pretense.
Everyone in this area retreated. Ye Fan's enmity with the Underworld was well known to all. Years ago, at the First Emperor Pass, he had killed the disciples of the Longevity Heavenly Venerable and the Seven Heroes of Chaos.
Setting that aside, the Sacred Body was destined to be entangled with the Underworld in his later years—they were natural mortal enemies!
This battle was naturally unavoidable, becoming the spark that ignited the conflict. The ghost general was formidable, and Vajra Buddha was no ordinary expert either. The two clashed fiercely.
In the end, Zhang Qingyang made his move. He opened his mouth and spat out a jade cauldron, from which faith power cascaded down like a waterfall, directly flooding the area.
"Ah..."
The ghost general screamed. He was a yin spirit, extremely afraid of such things, and his entire body burst into flames.
Zhang Qingyang was not exceptionally powerful, but his research into faith power had reached a miraculous level, and he deeply understood its tremendous deterrent effect on yin spirits.
"A little bit of faith power, and you think you can stir up trouble in the territory ruled by my Underworld?" A woman's authoritative voice rang out.
The matriarch of the Nine-Son Ghost Mother had arrived. Her body was wreathed in Nine Netherworld Azure Flames, seated high on a golden throne, wearing a phoenix crown, her green hair flying wildly, and possessing eighteen yin hands.
Vajra Buddha and the others changed color. They had come to investigate the blockade, never expecting to encounter such a powerful Underworld commander. She was definitely a Great Sage.
"I hate the name 'Heavenly Court.' Before sweeping away the Divine Organization, it's best to exterminate the Heavenly Court first." The Ghost Mother said coldly and darkly.
Zhang Qingyang, Long Yuxuan, Zhang Chang, and the others all changed expression. This woman was extremely powerful, terrifying beyond ordinary measure. Ghostly divine rings flowed around her body, and her Dao cultivation was profound. She was a Great Sage-level figure who had vaguely come to understand her significance to the Heavenly Court. Even without doing anything, she could intimidate even the most terrifying figures like Emperor Lord.
"Big Brother's heart is in great pain. Someone used wish power to leave me a letter in the mortal world, and I finally know her whereabouts. I'm going to break into the Underworld." Ye Fan said softly.
"I'll go with Big Brother." Little Nannan blinked her big eyes, looking up with a naive expression.
"No, you can't leave the Heavenly Court. Too many eyes are watching." Ye Fan shook his head.
"I don't know if I can still come back. Leaving like this is too irresponsible, but if I don't go, my heart will burn like fire." Ye Fan said. He needed strength, needed the supreme Dao cultivation to battle a Supreme Being. He needed the Sacred Body to reach Great Accomplishment!
"I must create a method, achieve Great Accomplishment in the shortest time possible!" Ye Fan stood up, his gaze firm.
That night, Ye Fan listened to Zhang Qingyang's explanation of the wondrous uses of thought power and the possibility of reincarnation and rebirth.
"Blood preserved through descendants' bodies, generation after generation of refinement and nurturing. Consciousness takes form, sitting atop the hearts of all living beings." Ye Fan muttered to himself. This was the result of his further deductions.
"Master, beware of these people. There might truly be a next life, giving rise to unimaginable great enemies in the future." Zhang Qingyang said.
"My Dao is in this life. I seek no next life. Invincible in this world, I will shatter everything." Ye Fan said firmly.
Two days later, Yang Xi came to report under the Bodhi tree, speaking softly: "Master, I accidentally killed the Ghost Mother."
Ye Fan nodded, indicating he understood.
Yang Xi did not leave, adding: "I also accidentally killed the Ghost Mother's master."
"I do not offend unless offended." Ye Fan said.
"I still accidentally killed the Ghost Mother's master's master."
"If others offend me and keep pressing, there's no need to suppress and endure." Ye Fan added.
"Yes, so I also killed one of their patriarchs." Yang Xi said shyly.
Ye Fan was speechless.
But Yang Xi still refused to leave.
"What's wrong?"
"I also killed a Ghost Marshal. I can almost confirm he was about to become a Quasi-Emperor, a future giant of the Underworld."
Ye Fan couldn't help but ask: "Exactly how many people did you kill?"
"After I went out, they ambushed me. I killed a minor one, which brought an elder. In total, I killed one hundred and eight generals of the Underworld." Yang Xi said nervously.
Hearing this news, Ye Fan was shocked. He believed the outside world must be in an uproar. That was one hundred and eight ghost generals of the Underworld, equivalent to one hundred and eight stars being swept clean, because they had lost their guardians.
In fact, just as Ye Fan expected, the heavenly prodigies of the Underworld had besieged Yang Xi, wounding him. In a rage, he pushed through horizontally, killing them all and cutting down the banners of one hundred and eight Underworld stars.
"Is there anything else you're hiding?" Ye Fan asked him.
"The Underworld's Nether Prince, Yama Son, and Prison Suppression Son have all emerged, wanting to kill me."
These three were the next successors of the Underworld. One of them would become the next Lord of the Underworld, with status terrifyingly high.
"What was the result?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yama Son was killed by my senior brother Ye Tong." Yang Xi honestly informed him.
Ye Tong had become a Quasi-Emperor ten years ago, with unfathomable strength, on the same level as the Ancient Imperial Princes. Now renowned throughout the cosmos, he was called the Reincarnated Body of the Sun Saint Emperor. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)