One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 941 Su He laments his plight, the gods disguise themselves.
The vast sword energy swept through the desolate market town on the edge of Fengdu City, cleaning the streets, dispelling the dust, and eradicating the demonic aura.

Yu Jingzi exhaled a breath, purifying Fengdu, and was quite satisfied with himself; the enemy in the Black Myth world was too powerful.

Even the Four Dragon Kings were forced to hide and flee, let alone a newly promoted little dragon like him.

Even if it were a real dragon, it would only be food on the plate or decoration in the palace of Taiyi Golden Immortals such as Gouchen Emperor and Ziwei Emperor.

In the world of Black Myth, Yu Jingzi had no room to make a move, and the Kangjin Chainmail did not enhance Hu Xiuwu's combat power as much.

However, now that they have returned to the mortal realm and Luo Fengtian, what should these extraordinary beings call Yu Jingzi?

The only true dragon, Luo Feng Dragon King, Jade Dragon True Lord, the Emperor's mount.

The Little Ghost Gang was wiped out by Yu Jingzi with a single move; there was no need for Hu Xiuwu to lift a finger.

What Hu Xiuwu wanted to do was to correct the errors in the system within Fengdu City and prevent such things from happening again.

"The Emperor has finally returned. It seems that Fengdu City still holds a place in the Emperor's heart!"

The mournful voice echoed in the empty library of the Imperial Study in the Yintian Palace of Zhoujue, trying to penetrate Hu Xiuwu's ears and imprint it on his mind, so that he would know what good things he had done.

Su He silently floated to Hu Xiuwu's side, her expression and voice resembling those of a neglected maid or a concubine banished to the cold palace.

Hu Xiuwu first dug the Dragon Pool to Luofeng Heaven, which forced Su He, the soul and guardian of the Dragon Pool, to also come to Luofeng Heaven. Su He was appointed as the judge of Luofeng by Hu Xiuwu.

The roots of the Jianmu tree take hold in Longtan, their thick roots resembling a reclining dragon crawling at the bottom of the pool. As a result, Jiuquan·Longtan has multiple attributes, with the memories of souls from multiple worlds transforming into a drop of spring water that gathers in Longtan.

As a result, Jiuquan Longtan has accumulated into a bottomless pool, but the surface of the water is so clean that it can be used as a dark mirror. Anyone who stands in front of the Longtan spring will feel as if their innermost thoughts are reflected in the water.

As the Nine Springs Dragon Pool grew stronger, Su He, the spirit of the divine spring, naturally also received a boost.

However, that enormous gain is nothing compared to the boundless work that follows.

The workload Hu Xiuwu gave him was even greater than the memories he had accumulated in Longtan. In Luo Fengtian, a being in the six realms of reincarnation in a multiverse world, the amount of copywriting work was unimaginable.

Amidst this heavy workload, Hu Xiuwu also asked Su He to temporarily go on a business trip to teach a newcomer how to manage the underworld.

It's no wonder that Su He felt so resentful towards Hu Xiuwu.

When Hu Xiuwu abducted Su He to accept the position of judge, he never mentioned that the position was so busy!
The judge has served for six thousand years, without rest for six thousand years!
Even Su He, a non-human being accustomed to the mundane world and witnessing the coldness and warmth of human relationships, developed a deep resentment that was enough to envelop the entire Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace.

Forced to act openly and honestly, Hu Xiuwu, despite having already discovered Su He's whereabouts, dared not turn around and look directly at Su He.

He could only pretend to be busy, cough twice, and walk into the archives of the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace:

"Su He has arrived. I've come to take a look at Luo Fengtian's file and see how he's developed in recent years."

Su He followed him in expressionlessly and said coldly, "Oh? I wonder which aspect Your Majesty wishes to know. I compiled all the files in the library, so why don't you tell me about them?"

Hu Xiuwu looked up and saw bookshelves taller than a person, arranged in a forest, spreading outwards in circles, layer upon layer, with no end in sight and no top in sight.

And the author of every single file on the bookshelf is Su He.

The library was filled with traces of Su He's work, the work that Hu Xiuwu had discarded.

"...I'll assign you a deputy." Hu Xiuwu finally felt a little apologetic; the file was as big as the one he had just put back on the bookshelf!
Su He said, "Are you going to transfer Zi Zhu'er to me?"

Purple Spider is skilled in mundane affairs and familiar with writing, so she can assist him. The other immortals and gods in the Black Myth world may possess boundless magical power and overwhelming combat strength, but they are of no help to him.

If Sun Wukong were to help him, it might actually increase his workload.

Hu Xiuwu shook his head repeatedly: "Zi Zhu'er will be in charge of the internal affairs of Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace, so I can't lend her to you."

As for the other immortals and gods invited by Hu Xiuwu, they had already left the Demon Refining Tower during the month that Hu Xiuwu stayed in the mortal realm, and dispersed to take a good look around the mortal world.

To understand the suffering and beauty of the Yangyang world, and to understand why Hu Xiuwu invited them to Luofengtian.

Only by truly listening, seeing, and feeling can Erlang Shen and his companions develop their own perspectives on the mortal realm, understand Hu Xiuwu, and willingly protect it.

Erlang Shen and his companions had just rebelled against the Jade Emperor. If they wanted to willingly serve under Hu Xiuwu, they needed to prove to them that Hu Xiuwu was different from the Jade Emperor.

In addition, Erlang Shen, along with his six brothers from Meishan, Sun Wukong, Nezha, and others, also wanted to find a place in the mortal world to establish their own grotto-heaven residence.

Setting up a grotto in a market town in Fengdu City to live in wouldn't suit Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen's free-spirited nature.

Only Prince Zhang, accompanied by his four great generals, was preparing to settle in Fengdu City.

Prince Zhang was loyal and righteous. Hu Xiuwu had given him a second chance at life and saved his four brothers. Hu Xiuwu's kindness to him was as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

He had long ago defined himself as Hu Xiuwu's loyal follower and loyal subject, much like Wang Lingguan to the Jade Emperor, Kasyapa to the Buddha, the Red-Bottomed Monkey to Sun Wukong, and the Six Generals of Meishan to Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Prince Zhang and the four great generals were stationed in Fengdu City with the intention of guarding the underworld for the Northern Yin Emperor.

The gods and immortals each had their own plans, so of course they couldn't help Su He.

Looking at the leader ahead who only talked the talk but didn't walk the walk, Su He weighed the Dragon Pool Balance Staff in his hand, took a deep breath, and comforted himself:
'I can't beat him, I can't beat him.'

Su He's raging anger had reached Hu Xiuwu, making him laugh: "Don't worry, I'm a boss with an impeccable reputation and a reputation for keeping my word. I won't give you any free lunches!"

"We need to increase manpower in Fengdu City, and Su He and the Underworld of the Fengdu Emperor also need to increase manpower!"

Hu Xiuwu waved his hand, and the Yin and Yang energies emerged with the gentle breeze from his long sleeves.

When Yin and Yang intersect, like the convergence of celestial and terrestrial energies, thunder and lightning are born, and their interaction gives rise to a faint vitality.

A faint life force, like a school of fish swimming upstream, surges across the stacked bookshelves of the library, carrying away the thick volumes of ancient texts and archives, along with the elegant, flowing characters of the Chinese characters.

Originally hazy and misty, with a faint vitality arising from the interplay of yin and yang, it was tinged with ink and etched with square characters.

The ink-colored fish spiraled upwards, sweeping away all the text in the entire library, emitting a faint glow, transforming the Northern Yin Emperor's study into the deep seabed of a vast ocean of literature reflecting sunlight.

The ink-character fish swirled above Hu Xiuwu and Su He's heads, transforming into a vortex of ink and paper.

Within that dreamlike vortex,

Thought-provoking words are melting, merging, and being reshaped!