Chapter 149 - 143, Recruitment Fair

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Chapter 149: Chapter 143, Recruitment Fair Ping Xin waved her hand, and in an instant, time and space shifted, bringing the two to the front of Ghost Gate. Numerous transparent dead souls walked towards the inside of the Ghost Gate, stumbling onto the Yellow Springs Road in confusion. Bai Jin inquired puzzledly, "Your Majesty, this is the Ghost Gate. Why have we come here?" "Just watch." The two walked through the Ghost Gate and onto the Yellow Springs Road. Gradually, some ghosts regained their spiritual wisdom. Some honest ghosts continued forward in sorrow, while mischievous ghosts screamed, transforming into ghost heads and rushing out, even attacking other ghosts. As they walked across the Naihe Bridge, Bai Jin looked down and saw dense shadows of ghosts in the River of Oblivion, with murky waves churning. Pair of pale hands reached out from the river, as if trying to grasp the living beings above. Holy Mother Ping Xin led Bai Jin through the Underworld. The whole Underworld was filled with howling ghosts. Groups of big men from the Witch Clan ran around, wielding whips to drive the ghosts, but as soon as they cleared one area, another would escape, creating utter chaos. The figures of the two flashed and they once again returned to the Pingxin Palace. Bai Jin said in a daze, "Is this the current state of the Underworld?" Ping Xin nodded helplessly and replied, "Yes!" "Why is it so chaotic?" "The Witch Clan knows nothing about the Path of Souls, making them ill-suited to manage the Underworld. The chaos has already impacted the cycle of reincarnation, Bai Jin, do you have any good suggestions?" "Your Majesty, this shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?" Ping Xin looked at Bai Jin and said, "Should I always be the one to operate the Underworld?" I see! Her Majesty wants to be a hands-off manager, but clearly, the physique-focused Witch Clan lacks managerial talents. Bai Jin pondered for a moment and said, "It all depends on how Your Majesty views the Underworld." "What do you mean?" "Your Majesty, do you see the Underworld as belonging to the Witch Clan, or to the creatures of the Three Realms?" "What about if it’s the Underworld of the Witch Clan?" "If it is the Underworld of the Witch Clan, Your Majesty could find talented individuals who are proficient in management to teach the Witch Clan. I recommend Senior Brother Duobao from my Jie Sect, an absolute managerial talent. If he fails to teach well, Your Majesty need not show me face; just crack the whip." "Why not recommend yourself, being the Outer Disciple Leader of the Jie Sect?" "Eh~ That’s quite exhausting!" Holy Mother Ping Xin laughed, then asked, "How about if the Underworld belongs to the creatures of the Three Realms?" "If it belongs to the creatures of the Three Realms, Your Majesty, you shouldn’t have to shoulder the responsibility of the Underworld alone. You’ve already performed immeasurable merits by symbolizing the cycle of reincarnation. How could other forces of the Three Realms stand by idly? It would be too easy for them." Ping Xin’s eyes brightened, "Indeed! Why should I bear the burden of the Underworld alone?" She joyfully said, "Bai Jin, you are indeed astute." Bai Jin humbly replied, "Your Majesty flatters me. I only wish to ease your burdens and share in your urgency, which sparked this idea." Ping Xin then asked, "So, who do you think should manage the affairs of the Underworld?" "So, Your Majesty, are you planning to transfer the management of the Underworld?" Ping Xin smiled and said, "The Underworld has always belonged to the Three Realms." "Your Majesty is so magnanimous!" Ping Xin chuckled proudly and stated, "No matter who manages it, as long as I am in the Underworld, I will be the ultimate authority." "Your Majesty is bold and resolute, your disciple bows in respect!" "Then, whom do you think should manage the Underworld?" "How about entrusting it to our Jie Sect?" Ping Xin smiled subtly and said, "The Underworld is for all of the Three Realms and should maintain relative neutrality." "Why did you still ask me then?" Bai Jin murmured to himself, then pondered and said, "Your Majesty, based on the principles of fairness, justice, and transparency, why don’t we hold a recruitment event?" "What is a recruitment event?" "It means announcing that the Underworld is looking to select Yin Gods. Interested Immortals and Gods from the Three Realms can come to apply, and then Your Majesty can select and appoint them." "That sounds good. We will hold a recruitment event to select the management of the Underworld. Bai Jin, you will be responsible for the event, and make sure it’s done in a way that leaves no room for other Saints to criticize." Bai Jin exclaimed, "Me?" "You proposed the recruitment event, so naturally, it’s your responsibility." "Your Majesty, I’m not up for it! As you know, I’m not very capable hands-on, and I want to stay with you!" "No slacking off, go now! I’ll have Xingtian help you." Ping Xin waved her hand, and Bai Jin disappeared instantly. ... On Shouyang Mountain, Taishang leisurely enjoyed his tea, while not far away on the grass, Zhenwu grudgingly practiced Tai Chi Boxing. Zhenwu grimaced and said, "Master, I have been practicing for ages, when will it end?" Taishang leisurely replied, "Your nature is too fierce, but you should know that being too rigid can lead to breakage. Combining toughness and gentleness will last you a long time, and this Tai Chi Boxing is very suitable for you." "Master, did I hear that this Tai Chi Boxing was created by Brother Bai Jin?" Taishang smiled and said, "It was a set of movements he performed while brewing tea, somewhat embodying the crude essence of Taiji." Suddenly, a majestic voice echoed through the sky: "The Underworld is newly established, awaiting revitalization. I am holding a recruitment event in the Underworld to discover talented managers for the Underworld. All interested demon immortals, gods, and demons from the Three Realms are welcome to apply." Zhenwu immediately stopped practicing Tai Chi Boxing and looked at Taishang with anticipation, saying: "Master~" Taishang flicked his hand, and a thud emanated from Zhenwu’s body. "Ah~" Zhenwu screamed in pain and hurriedly continued his Tai Chi Boxing, waving his hands and feet. Taishang took a sip of tea and said: "You have no fate with the Underworld." "Yes!" Zhenwu replied forlornly. ... Atop Kunlun Mountain, the disciples of Chan Sect gathered in front of Yuxu Palace and bowed deeply together, saying in unison: "Disciples wish to meet the Master." A silhouette inside Yuxu Palace shifted from translucent to solid, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, having just roamed the void and being called back again; my disciples are always so troublesome, far from being worry-free like Bai Jin. The authoritative voice of Primordial sounded: "Come in!" The disciples entered Yuxu Palace and paid their respects grandly. "For what matter?" Guang Chengzi respectfully said: "Master, the Underworld is seeking a manager, and disciple wishes to try for it, to earn merit for our Chan Sect and continue our Qi Fortune." All disciples looked towards the Primordial Venerable, eyes blazing with fervor; the Underworld, governing the discussions of life, death, and reincarnation, being the master of the Underworld would bring infinite honor and immense meritorious deeds, a truly great boon for an individual. Primordial calculated the Heavenly Secrets, glanced at Taiyi True Man, and in a grand voice said: "The matters of the Underworld are crucial, strive with all your might." "Yes!" All disciples joyfully responded. "Remember, do not be disrespectful to Pingxin." Guang Chengzi asked: "Master, is Pingxin a Saint?" "In the Underworld, she is considered a Saint." All Chan Sect disciples understood fully; inside the Underworld, she equals a Saint, but perhaps not outside. ... Wudang Saint walked into the Biyou Palace on Golden Turtle Island, bowed respectfully and said: "Master, the Underworld is recruiting a ruler, should we go? Many disciples are eager to try." Tongtian chuckled and said: "This is clearly Bai Jin’s doing; we needn’t interfere, let them proceed in peace." Wudang Saint respectfully said: "Yes, disciple will now go to reassure them." She turned and walked out. Tongtian’s expression suddenly shifted, dispatching a sliver of his mind into a dream-like space; inside, Bai Jin was bowing before a statue. Tongtian’s figure appeared, saying: "Is this your dream space?" Bai Jin nodded repeatedly and said: "Master, your insight is as sharp as ever." "Speak! What do you seek from your master?" "Master, the Underworld is recruiting a manager. I think Senior Brother is very suitable. Please let him apply! With disciple here, I guarantee Senior Brother will be glorified." Tongtian retorted annoyedly: "Don’t even think about it; why would I give my disciple to someone else?" "Uh~" Bai Jin said grievously: "Master, you just sent me to the Underworld without any hesitation, do you know how heartbroken your disciple is?!" "Cough~ It’s a loan, not a gift, you and Pingxin are old acquaintances, catching up is good. Do you have anything else? If not, your master will leave." "Master, do you want to reconsider? Being in charge of the Underworld really has many benefits." "Our Jie Sect has no fate with the Underworld!" Tongtian’s figure instantly disappeared from the space, a voice echoed: "Remember, do not let the Underworld fall into the hands of the Western Sect." Inside the Underworld, Bai Jin, who lay on the desk, suddenly woke up with a sigh, oh my beloved master! Why must you be so stubborn?! Outside, a Great Witch called out: "Brother Bai Jin, Great Witch Xingtian has already prepared the small world." "Coming!" Bai Jin got up and walked outside. ... A cloud of auspicious cloud flew out from the Western Pure Land, heading towards the World of Darkness; atop the cloud stood a group of bald heads, though the Western Sect had not yet renamed to Buddhism, it was increasingly resembling Buddhism, with an ever-perfecting set of doctrines. Mile chuckled and said: "Master said there is much resentment, much hatred, much greed, much cruelty in the Underworld; it should be purified by our Western Buddhist Law." The rest of the bald heads bowed with hands clasped and said: "We honor the Dharma Decree!" ... In the noxious forests of the North, a magnificent palace stood, the palace plaque bore three ancient demon script characters—Demon Palace. Inside the Demon Palace, the main seat was empty; to its side sat a blond youth with a crystal gourd hanging at his waist, expression solemn; on both sides beside him sat two Taoist figures.

Chapter 149 - 143, Recruitment Fair

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