Hell
First Heaven
Yan Yi had just landed and steadied himself when the clashing sounds of blades, spears, and swords erupted behind him. Everywhere, the crackling of Art Magic duels and formation array attacks filled the air.
As if hearing none of it, his body cold and stern, he was about to step into the hall when a tender, soft voice from the sky caught him completely off guard.
“Father Lord!!”
“Father Lord, look at me!!”
“I’ve learned to fly on a sword!!”
For some reason, the Ghost Servants, who had been fully immersed in battle just moments before, suddenly froze in perfect synchronization upon hearing this familiar voice. They withdrew their Art Magic and vanished from the spot as if using a shadow-diving earth technique, leaving only the bewildered Devil race High Priest—Mo Han—staring blankly at the suddenly disappeared evil ghosts, utterly perplexed.
What… what does this mean? They’re not fighting anymore?
“Whoa!” Little Dumpling, watching the Cangqiong Hao Sword that refused to slow down, turned pale with fright. “Ahhhhh, this… this thing won’t stop!”
Mo Han turned around abruptly at the sound, only to see a small glutinous rice dumpling flying on a sword suddenly appear in the sky, hurtling toward him at breakneck speed. His expression shifted dramatically in terror. “You, you, you, you—”
What kind of ghost is this?!
“Ahhhhh, Father Lord, save me!!” Little Dumpling could no longer control the Cangqiong Hao Sword. She plummeted straight down from a hundred meters in the air, even more terrifying than free-falling white clouds.
Yan Yi raised two fingers, focusing his spirit, and immediately cast a Shape Transformation. Soaring forward, he leaped off the empty ground and caught the falling little white dumpling, landing gently.
Only after feeling her Father Lord’s steady hold did Little Dumpling dare to slowly open her eyes, cautiously looking up at him. “Fa… Father Lord…”
“Ahhhhh!!” Immediately, a pig-slaughtering howl of ghostly wails erupted from the side.
Everyone hurriedly looked over and saw the previously awe-inspiring Devil race High Priest Mo Han, who had vowed to forcefully break into their Ghost Clan Hell mansion without regard for anyone, now smashed into a dazed, dizzy mess by the diving Cangqiong Hao Sword, kneeling on the ground and wailing loudly.
Everyone: “…”
They silently lit a few candles for him in their hearts, thinking: Truly born at the wrong time!
What a coincidence—running into the little one in their Hell who is the most playful, mischievous, and destructive.
After setting Little Dumpling down, Yan Yi turned away with a dark, sullen face, leaving only a command: “Summon the Ghost Doctor to treat him.”
“Yes, this Ghost Servant understands.” Mao Ding immediately bowed and dragged the half-dead Devil race High Priest away.
“Father Lord—!!”
“Father Lord, your child was wrong, your child won’t dare again, Father Lord, please forgive me—!!”
Seeing the situation turn sour, Little Dumpling quickly burst into loud sobs, crying as she followed him into the hall, desperate for his forgiveness.
But before she could even enter, she was blocked by a suddenly appearing Barrier.
“Thud, ouch,” Little Dumpling clutched her bumped little forehead, crouching down in pain as she whimpered and cried.
“Father Lord…”
“Little Highness?!” Bai Chang, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, hurriedly ran up and helped her to her feet, anxiously examining her up and down. “What happened? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Wah wah wah, Father Lord is angry, Father Lord is angry, Sister Bai Chang, what should I do?” Little Dumpling cried pitifully, her pair of unusual purple eyes as pure as a spring pond, making one unable to resist wanting to protect her.
“It’s alright, the King of Hell won’t be angry with you.” Bai Chang gently patted her back to comfort the little one. Seeing her crying so hard she was choking pitifully, she took out a clean handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her tears.
“There, there, it’s alright, it’s alright…”
“It’s not alright!” Little Dumpling suddenly opened her eyes wide to refute her, with teardrops the size of pearls still hanging from the corners of her eyes, looking utterly pitiful.
“I think I just bumped into someone, and that person was injured by the Cangqiong Hao Sword.”
“What?!” Bai Chang was greatly shocked, her heart instantly sinking to the bottom. That Cangqiong Hao Sword was an ancient divine artifact! If it injured someone, at best it could harm their bones, muscles, and internal organs, and at worst, it could cause death with no trace left.
It was only because she was by Little Highness’s side that she dared to teach her how to fly on a sword like this. After all, with her cultivation level and magical power, controlling a Cangqiong Hao Sword was not a problem.
But when Little Highness bumped into someone just now, she wasn’t by her side watching over her. And judging by the King of Hell’s angry appearance, the person who was hit must be of noble status and not easy to deal with.
Little Dumpling wiped her tears and looked at her somewhat pitifully, asking, “What should I do, Sister Bai Chang? Father Lord won’t punish me, will he?”
“N-no, he won’t,” Bai Chang firmly shook her head, afraid that Little Highness would be scared, so she reassured her, “How could His Highness punish you? You are the Little Highness!”
That’s what she said, but Bai Chang herself wasn’t confident.
Because she knew that this time, what happened probably wouldn’t be like the previous few times, where a few verbal reprimands would be enough to pass.
Bai Chang pondered for a moment, then stuffed the small handkerchief in her hand into Little Dumpling’s hand, saying, “I’ll go in and take a look now. Little Highness, you stay here and wait for me.”
“No, you can’t!” Little Dumpling hurriedly reached out and grabbed her skirt, not even caring that the small handkerchief fell to the ground. “If you go in, Father Lord will definitely punish you.”
She knew that if Father Lord found out this matter was led by Sister Bai Chang, he would definitely punish Sister Bai Chang.
Now even she was going to be punished, let alone Sister Bai Chang.
Bai Chang stood up. “It’s fine. Someone has to explain this clearly to the King of Hell.”
And besides her, who else could that person be?
It was all her fault for not watching over Little Highness properly, letting Little Highness cause trouble again. She hoped the King of Hell would punish her lightly, after all, she had elders above—her brother—and little ones below—her beloved pet.
Bai Chang let out a long sigh, raised her hand to break the barrier, gritted her teeth, and resolutely stepped inside.
Oh well, whether you die early or late, you still have to die.
Little Dumpling picked up the small handkerchief from the ground, tightly clutching it in her hand, watching Sister Bai Chang’s departing figure, her heart filled with endless prayers.
I hope… Father Lord doesn’t punish Sister Bai Chang.
…
First Level, Rear Hall
Haolan Hall
“Ouch, ouch, it hurts…” On the bed, the Devil race’s high priest, Mo Han, cried out incessantly. Anyone who didn’t know would think he had broken his arm or crippled his leg.
The Ghost Doctor withdrew his hand with a grave expression, looked at the person behind him, and respectfully bowed, saying, “Your Highness, I’m afraid his condition is quite serious.”
Injured in the back and lungs by a sharp weapon, he would need a good period of recuperation.
Upon hearing this, Mo Han showed no trace of anger. Instead, he sat up straight, clutching his wound, and perked up.
“How can it be treated?”
“This…” The Ghost Doctor pondered for a moment, then turned back to glance at Mo Han.
Mo Han immediately lay back down obediently and began groaning “aiyo, aiyo” again, as if he were truly in excruciating pain.
The Ghost Doctor withdrew his gaze, turned back around, and said dutifully, “This injury will likely require several days of rest. Once the wound from the sharp weapon heals and the vital energy within the body can circulate properly, there shouldn’t be any major issues.”
Yan Yi’s expression darkened. He gently twisted the zircon ring on his right hand and said in a low voice, “How many days of rest? Will medication be needed?”
“About three to five days. As for medication… if we had lemon gardenia flowers, they could help relieve the Grand Priest’s pain and heal his wounds.”
“Lemon gardenia flowers are available in Hell. Send someone to pick a few for him to take. As for recuperating—” He paused, clearly wanting him to leave Hell immediately.
Mo Han seemed to sense his annoyance and immediately sat up halfway, excitedly saying, “I’m not going anywhere! I’ll obediently lie here for three days. Once my injuries improve, I’ll get up and leave right away. How about that?!”
Yan Yi sneered coldly, as if he had guessed the purpose of his visit, and said with extreme coldness and pressure, “This palace only accepts evil ghosts, not half-dead demons.”
“But this injury of mine—” wasn’t it caused by an evil ghost from here?
Although that evil ghost looked quite young, it was oddly cute.
“Either you leave Hell immediately. Considering the severity of your injuries, I will grant you a few lemon gardenia flowers for recovery and have someone escort you back to the Devil race.”
Mo Han quickly shook his head—no, no, no, no. He didn’t want to go back. He hadn’t yet accomplished his mission in Hell; how could he return just like that?
“Or…”
Mo Han looked at him nervously, the bedding in his hands nearly crumpled into a ball.
“You tell me now, why have you come here?”
“I…” Mo Han suddenly hesitated, glancing at the medical officers and Ghost Servants in the hall, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Yan Yi nodded, asked no further, and turned to leave coldly. “In that case, Mao Ding, drive him out of Hell.”
Mao Ding bowed and responded, “Yes, this Ghost Servant understands.”
“No, no, no!!” Mo Han jumped up at once, shouting at his retreating figure, “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you, alright?!”
“My Crown Prince was severely punished by an Immortal Lord from the heavens, damaging his essence. To this day, he still hasn’t woken up. The Sovereign specifically sent me to ask King Yama whether my Little Crown Prince’s fate has been severed here?!”
“If not, I wish to beg for a Chimei Flower from Hell to save my Crown Prince’s life.”
“I humbly beg King Yama to show mercy and grant me a life-saving Chimei Flower for medicine.”