Chapter 148 - 142, An Invitation from the Underworld_2

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Chapter 148: Chapter 142, An Invitation from the Underworld_2 Thump, thump, thump~ The sound like distant thunder echoed in his ears once more, as if the entire Bird’s Nest was shaking. Bai Jin leapt up from his bed, a terrible thought crossing his mind, who is attacking my Tao Palace? Has the eldest senior brother come for revenge?! The ceiling of the Tao Palace cracked open from the middle, revealing the gloomy skies above. In an instant, Bai Jin burst out from the rooftop, yelling loudly, "Which fellow Daoist dares to provoke me?" Before the Tao Palace, Xingtian looked up at Bai Jin in mid-air and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Jin, Lady Ping Xin invites you." Bai Jin’s face stiffened with anger, his heart contracting nervously. Lady Ping Xin! Thinking of the Witch Clan, thinking of the Human Clan, he forced a dry laugh and said, "May I first go and report to my Master?" "I have already reported to the Tongtian Sect Master," Xingtian replied with a gesture, "Please!" The space before Bai Jin warped, forming a deep passage that led straight to the Netherworld. Bai Jin took a deep breath, seeing no way to refuse, thinking to himself whether it is a blessing or a disaster, one can’t escape fate. With a heavy heart filled with trepidation, Bai Jin stepped towards the passage; approaching it, his figure twisted and instantly vanished. Xingtian also entered the passage in a flash; the passage twisted shut, leaving complete silence between Heaven and Earth. Inside the Netherworld Underworld, specters roamed freely, and the Witch Clan’s big men, only accustomed to physical training, were completely clueless about managing spirits, staring dumbfounded at each other, which irritated Lady Ping Xin immensely recently. ... At the lowest layer of the Netherworld Underworld lies an independent world, complete with its own sun and moon, mountains and rivers, where birds and beasts roamed and fierce beasts roared endlessly; it was also where most of the Witch Clan resided. In this Netherworld, there stood a Divine Palace named Pingxin Palace, with a garden in the backyard where Lady Ping Xin was now lost in thought. How to manage so many souls? Establishing the Netherworld seemed ideal initially, but operating it turned out to be troublesome. Suddenly, a vortex appeared within the garden, and two streaks of light flew out from the vortex, landing and transforming into the figures of Bai Jin and Xingtian. Xingtian bowed respectfully and said, "Xingtian returns to report!" Bai Jin immediately started crying out loud, kneeling on the ground and wailing, "My Lady~ I see you again." Xingtian was dumbfounded, bowing his head at Bai Jin with a confused look in his eyes. What is he doing?! A hint of contempt flashed through his eyes, thinking a true brave man should bleed but not tear. Lady Ping Xin snapped out of her reverie, turning her head to look at Bai Jin and said, "Stand up, you’re a Daluo Golden Immortal now, what are you doing crying and wailing like this?" Rising up, Bai Jin said excitedly, bursting with sadness and joy, "I... I am just so happy! My Lady, you are immensely kind and compassionate, turning yourself into the wheel of reincarnation to perfect the Primordial World, benefiting all living beings. But when I saw you transforming into reincarnation, my heart ached, my Primordial Spirit was numb, thinking I would never see you again, that no one would guide me through the Primordial World anymore. Without your earnest teachings, my world turned instantly black, losing all its colors. I would rather have imperfections in Heaven and Earth than to have you leave." Normally dealing with the simple-minded big men of the Witch Clan, Ping Xin was unaccustomed to such words, yet she cracked a smile and with an air of slight irritation said, "You are talking nonsense again. With such merits towards Heaven and Earth, how could Heaven and Earth forget?" She waved her hand and said, "Xingtian, you may leave first, I need to speak with Little White." Bai Jin was stunned, wondering when he became ’Little White’. Lady, you’re giving nicknames to others; that’s not very ethical. Xingtian looked at Bai Jin gradually with a strange expression, surprised to see the lady actually smiling. Remembering he had never seen her smile since he arrived in the Underworld, a thought flickered through his mind—perhaps he should keep him here permanently to amuse the Lady? Seeing Xingtian unaffected, Ping Xin stated, "I’ve heard of a Ghost King causing chaos; go suppress it." "Yes!" Xingtian immediately responded, standing up and quickly vanishing from sight. Ping Xin gestured invitingly, "Bai Jin, come here." "Yes!" Bai Jin promptly approached, sitting on the green stone below Ping Xin, and started massaging her legs. Ping Xin felt slightly awkward, asking, "What are you doing?" "My Lady, as a disciple, I’m expressing my adoration," Bai Jin earnestly spoke, "In the entire Primordial World, there are countless divine beings, yet the majority of immortals and gods are scheming for their own benefit. Some immortals and gods remain aloof, hiding in corners, indifferently watching events unfold, both good and bad, as long as it does not affect themselves, they stay out of it. Other immortals and gods harbor evil intentions; as long as it can boost themselves, they would kill their disciples, harm their brothers, murder their Daoist couples to prove their Dao." Some immortal gods fight against Heaven and Earth, believing that everything should belong to me; those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish. In their eyes, as long as their cultivation can be enhanced, nothing else between Heaven and Earth matters. But you, Nuwa, are different. You were the first to sacrifice yourself for the Primordial World, your stature in my heart is supremely lofty; you are the lightning, you are the light, you are the only myth, illuminating my heart, guiding me forward." "Actually, I hesitated at that time." "But, Nuwa, your choice is noble, great." Ping Xin smiled slightly and said, "Then what is your master in your heart?" "Eh~ he is also the lightning, also the light, also the only myth." "Your Senior Master Taishang." "Is the lightning, is the light, is the only myth." "Your Master Yuan Shi!" "Is the lightning, is the light, is the only myth." "Nuwa~" "Is the lightning, is the light, is the only myth." Bai Jin’s voice grew softer, his leg thumping more rapidly. Ping Xin playfully said, "Your heart is filled with flashing lightning and booming thunder!" Bai Jin grinned sheepishly and said, "Nuwa, you all are the supreme beings of the Primordial World, all worthy of my admiration and praise." "Didn’t you say I am the only myth?" "In my heart, you are all unique." Ping Xin flicked Bai Jin’s forehead with her fingers, chuckling, "Sooner or later you will be ruined by your own mouth." "Nuwa, the disciple speaks with true sincerity, Heaven and Earth can bear witness!" "Since it’s a heartfelt word, I ask you, the Qi Fortune of the Witch Clan has flowed to the Human Clan, are you aware?" Bai Jin’s leg thumping paused, he hesitated before nodding, "My master told me, the Human Clan has become the eternal protagonist between Heaven and Earth." Ping Xin said somberly, "Back then, when you suddenly went to the Witch Clan, was it really to inform us to protect the Human Clan, to prevent the Demon Clan from slaughtering them and refining Saint Blood?" Bai Jin felt a surge of panic, indeed she had noticed, how could a Primordial Great Power be such a common person? Considering the cause and effect, his actions at that time were indeed deliberate, what now? I am panicking! Ping Xin lowered her head to look at Bai Jin, and with a sigh said, "Was it Nuwa who sent you then? She wanted you to inform the Witch Clan that the bodies of the Human Clan contain Saint Blood, which could be used to forge Witch Artifacts capable of destroying the Demon Clan’s Primordial Spirits, correct?" Eh~ It seemed a turn of events had occurred, Bai Jin suddenly looked up, unbelievingly saying, "Nuwa, how did you know?" "I inquired the surviving members of the Demon Clan, and it was Fu Xi who informed the Demon Clan that the bodies of the Human Clan contain Saint Blood which could be refined into weapons to break the physical bodies of the Ancestor Witches. Without Fu Xi’s suggestion, how would the Demon Clan dare to lay hands on the Human Clan? As one of the Human Clan’s Saint Envoys, you must have received a similar order, and your mission was to come to the Witch Clan to notify us, suggesting that we slay the Human Clan, hence entangling us in great karma." Bai Jin nodded heavily, "Nothing can escape from Nuwa’s wise eyes; indeed, that’s what Nuwa had said at the time." Ping Xin’s eyes shimmered with a gentle light, "Why didn’t you do so? Instead, you reminded us to protect the Human Clan." Bai Jin said sorrowfully, "Nuwa treated me very well, how could I bear to scheme against the Witch Clan? As a Holy Envoy of the Human Clan, I also could not bear to see the Human Clan slaughtered, but in the end, nothing changed." Ping Xin said sadly, "That was the choice of the elder brothers, once they had a chance in front of them, but they chose the wrong path, leading the Witch Clan to its fall." Raising her hand and touching Bai Jin’s head, she said, "Bai Jin, in the future, interact less with Nuwa; her schemes are too deep, one carelessness and you will fall into her trap, by then even I can’t save you." Bai Jin nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Thank you for the guidance, Nuwa." PS: This huge Chapter of 4300 characters needs monthly votes! One Chapter is stronger than two. This chapter is updated by freew(e)bnovel.(c)om

Chapter 148 - 142, An Invitation from the Underworld_2

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