Rear Palace
Heartless Palace
Little Dumpling stared at the newly reinforced barrier, her small face darkening. She had been confined to her quarters once again by her Father Lord.
She wondered how Sister Bai Chang was doing.
Meanwhile
Ghost Servant Mao Ding respectfully bowed to the two masters of Jingxuan Palace, then straightened his expression to deliver King Yama’s orders. “Miss Bai Chang, King Yama specifically commands you to remain in Jingxuan Palace these next few days, reflecting on your mistakes. Without King Yama’s command, you are not to leave the palace.”
“What?!” Bai Chang jumped up. Reflecting on her mistakes?! Not allowed to leave?!
“Bai Chang!” Hei Chang beside her scowled, his tone full of warning.
“What, does Miss Bai Chang have objections to King Yama’s orders?”
“No,” Bai Chang quickly waved her hands, then adopted a solemn expression. “Bai Chang respectfully obeys His Highness’s command.”
“Then this servant takes his leave.” Mao Ding vanished from Jingxuan Palace in an instant.
Once he was gone, Bai Chang’s face instantly fell into a pitiful, tearful expression as she looked at Hei Chang. “Brother…”
She didn’t want to be confined.
Hei Chang turned to leave. “Use these next few days to properly temper your disposition.”
“Brother?!”
…
Front Palace
Meng Po hurried in to report: “Your Highness, it’s terrible—that Sinful Immortal has escaped from the Tenth Layer of Hell.”
“What did you say?” Yan Yi abruptly stood up, his peach-blossom eyes instantly frosting over, cold as iron. He icily demanded, “Investigate. Who helped him escape from Hell?”
“Yes, Meng Po understands.”
“Also investigate his current whereabouts. If he’s merely escaped the tenth layer, that’s one thing. But if he’s escaped Hell entirely, none of you will escape death.”
“Yes, Meng Po will immediately track his whereabouts.”
Having received her orders, Meng Po hurried away again. After all, if that Sinful Immortal couldn’t be found, none of the Ghost Officials would fare well.
No sooner had she left than Hei Chang’s figure appeared in the great hall.
He bowed low and said, “Your Highness—”
“Any unusual movements in the outer realms?”
“None, Your Highness can rest assured.”
“Mm. Send word to Meng Hui, ordering her to return to Hell immediately.”
“Return to Hell immediately?” Hei Chang was momentarily stunned, speaking bluntly from the heart. “Why recall her so soon? Wasn’t she supposed to inquire about Little Highness’s cultivation methods among the Demon race?”
“Someone has escaped from the Tenth Layer of Hell,” Yan Yi explained calmly.
Hei Chang was shocked. “Someone escaped from prison?! Is it that newly arrived Sinful Immortal?”
“Yes, it’s him. Bai Yan.”
“Then—”
“I’ve already sent people to search for his current hiding place. You go guard the exit of Hell. If you discover anyone attempting to leave, execute them immediately. Show no mercy.”
Hei Chang immediately bowed again. “Yes, Hei Chang understands. Hei Chang will go at once.”
Just as he was about to transform and leave, Yan Yi spoke again to stop him.
“Wait.”
“Your Highness?” Hei Chang looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.
“Station guards at the rear palace. They are not to leave their posts for a single moment.”
Hei Chang nodded. “Yes, Hei Chang will arrange it immediately.”
“Forget it,” Yan Yi stood up again. “This palace will personally go watch over the rear palace.”
That unruly daughter of his—he couldn’t feel at ease leaving others to watch her. It was better for him to oversee it personally.
Hei Chang shook his head helplessly, bowed, and said, “Yes, then Hei Chang will take his leave first.”
…
Heartless Palace
Inner Rear Hall
Little Dumpling stared in astonishment at the Sinful Immortal before her, who had effortlessly broken the barrier set by Father Lord. “You… you, you, you…”
“Does Little Highness wish to ask how I came out?” The Sinful Immortal Bai Yan had changed into a new set of clothes—a white long robe with wide sleeves, a long white gold ribbon tied around his head, and his black hair tied up, revealing a full and high forehead, exuding an imposing aura. At this moment, he wore a gentle smile, looking at her with a tender expression.
“This is all thanks to Little Highness’s care, which allowed me to move freely within the Tenth Layer of Hell, unconstrained.”
Little Dumpling looked at him with cautious eyes, her small hand quietly reaching for the Cosmic Bag, and said, “But I also heard Father Lord say that he only permitted you freedom within the tenth layer, not the entire Hell.”
So he—
must have escaped secretly!
Perhaps Father Lord was even now sending evil ghosts to capture this person. After all, he was an Immortal Lord from the heavens, personally punished by Prince Yuheng. If he escaped, their Hell would be held accountable for negligence, a charge they could never evade.
“Little Highness is clever,” Bai Yan gave her a gentle smile but offered no explanation as to how he had escaped from the Tenth Layer of Hell.
Little Dumpling, having touched the explosive device that could detonate instantly, felt slightly reassured. She looked up at him and cautiously pressed, “How did you know my palace is here?”
“King Yama’s Palace is naturally Little Highness’s palace. One only needs to ask to find out.”
“So, did you come out to see me?”
He thought for a moment before nodding and saying, “Little Highness may put it that way.”
“Why do you want to see me?”
“To ask for your help.”
Little Dumpling was stunned. “Ask for my help?”
She had neither magical power nor cultivation level, nor did she possess any treasures or spiritual pills. What could she possibly help him with?
Unless…
“You want me to help you escape from prison?”
“No,” he shook his head, then let out a bitter laugh and lowered his head. “Now that I have fallen into the Demon Path, what could I possibly do even if I left Hell?”
“Then what do you want me to help you with?”
“Help me deliver something to a little friend of mine.” As he spoke, Bai Yan took out something he treasured immensely from his Spirit Ring.
The object was neither too large nor too small, about the size of half a medicinal flower. However, it was covered with a black cloth, making it impossible to see what it was.
What was astonishing was that even through the obstruction of the black cloth, the medicinal fragrance emanating from the object could not be contained. It seemed that just one whiff could alleviate the greatest suffering, torment, illness, or pain in an instant.
“So fragrant,” Little Dumpling immediately let down all her guard, even withdrawing her small, fair hand from the Cosmic Bag.
This was the first time she had ever smelled such a delightful and invigorating fragrance.
“What is this? A medicinal flower?”
Why had she never seen it before?
Seeing her enchanted and delighted little expression, Bai Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. “You really are like a little imp.”
Little Dumpling snapped back to reality. She had heard this phrase twice today and couldn’t help but feel angry. “I! Am! Not! I am! Miaoyuan!”
“Yes, yes, you are Miao Yuan Little Highness, it was my mistake. So, may I give this medicinal flower to my little friend?”
“Is it really a medicinal flower? Is your little friend sick?”
“Him?” Mentioning that person, Bai Yan lowered his head slightly, his expression somber and gloomy, sighing as he said, “He has been frail and sickly since childhood, so naturally he relies on medicinal flowers from all things in the world to sustain himself.”
“Is it really that serious?”
“Yes, Little Highness, would you be willing to help with this?”
“Of course, what is his name? Where does he live? Which race does he belong to?”
“His name is Han Mo, he lives in an extremely cold and frigid land, and he is of the demon race.”