Hell Emperor.

Chapter 260 Shura Jie - Phantom Butterfly
The sudden explosion of the golden-armored giant caused a strong shock. The aftermath of the third-level immortal energy crossed the mountains, rivers and lakes and spread to thousands of miles away before it gradually subsided.

At this moment, countless people with great achievements raised their heads, keenly capturing the information in the aftermath.

The demons lurking in the woods sensed something was wrong and looked around, wondering which demon king could have done such a feat of killing an immortal.

In the magnificent capital city, an old man in luxurious robes raised his head and looked in the direction where the aftermath came from. His brows revealed deep wisdom and a bearing that was unmatched by ordinary people. In front of him, tens of thousands of people prostrated themselves on the ground and knelt before him.

Even Shen Qingge and others noticed the huge and frightening aftermath, and they were full of speculation for a while.

Li Fei'e shrank her neck. Without Youdie on her shoulder, she felt a little uneasy: "Did you hear that? What was that noise? It sounded like something exploded. Could it be... that the Chi Demon King is about to attack?"

Shen Qingge shook his head, with a thoughtful look in his wise eyes: "No... that aura just now was clearly the aftermath of the immortal essence. If I'm not mistaken, an immortal must have fallen..."

Everyone was surprised and didn't understand what was going on.

Li Fei'e was very curious and suggested, "The core of the aftermath is only a few dozen miles away from us at most. We might as well go over and explore to see what happened."

Hua Xiaomei took a deep breath and couldn't help but speak: "No matter who caused the immortal to fall, we can't afford to offend that person. If we encounter something bad, it will be terrible... In my opinion, we should stay here and make a decision after Sister Xia Wei comes back."

Xie Xinyu took out a formation plate and fiddled with it for a while, his expression slightly changed: "According to my calculations, the core area of ​​the aftermath is the camp of the Yellow Dragon Army. Judging from Sister Xia Wei's previous actions, it is very likely that something happened to her. We'd better go there quickly."

Since this matter concerned Xia Wei, everyone felt a little uneasy, fearing that something might have happened to her while she was alone, so they decided to go to the core area to find out what was going on.

Ren Changhong originally wanted to follow, but at this moment, the torn pages in her arms suddenly trembled.

Ren Changhong took out the fragments and examined them. He couldn't help but frowned and said to Shen Qingge apologetically, "Something happened in the Nether Spirit Hall. I need to go back to deal with it. I may not be able to go with you to investigate."

Shen Qingge nodded and said earnestly: "Master, please go and take care of the important matters first. If one day you don't want to stay in the Demon Palace, you can always come back to me..."

Ren Changhong smiled carefreely, his smile was hidden under the Shura mask, and his eyes also revealed a bit of nostalgia: "The Demon Palace is not a place where you can leave whenever you want. If there is a chance... forget it, just pretend I never said anything."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand and patted Li Fei'e on the top of his head: "Little Fei'e, after I finish the competition in the Nether Spirit Hall, I will return the Ghost Butterfly to you. As your master, I will come to see you often in the future."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Ren Changhong did not hesitate. She raised her left hand, held up Youdie, took out the shrinking stone with her right hand, moved away, passed through several teleportation formations, and then returned to the Northern Nether Spirit Palace.

"You're back?"

As soon as he arrived at the Netherworld Palace, Ren Changhong heard a familiar voice. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ye Jie, who was at ease. He didn't know how long he had been waiting here. He was so angry that he asked, "When did you come back?"

Ye Jie shrugged and said casually: "The moment you were engulfed by the dragon monster's poisonous fog, I thought you were dead, so I came back first."

Ren Changhong's nose was almost crooked by his anger: "So you just abandoned me and ran away by yourself?"

Ye Jie still used that casual tone: "What else? Do you expect me to deal with a dragon monster that even you can't defeat?"

Ren Changhong curled his lips, his eyes showing disdain without disguising, "I knew you were unreliable, luckily I didn't count on you! Thanks to the combined efforts of them and me, we were able to repel the dragon monster."

Ye Jie pretended to be surprised: "Really? I remember that at the beginning, you were going to take revenge on your disciple, right? Why did you help her in the end?"

"You won't understand even if I tell you. It's just a waste of energy." Ren Changhong snorted coldly. She had no intention of saying more to Ye Jie. After this incident, she was completely disappointed with Ye Jie. "You have nothing to do here. Get out of here."

Ye Jie didn't care, he just confirmed: "Aren't you going to participate in the competition of the Nether Spirit Hall with me?"

Ren Changhong raised his left hand and showed the ghost butterfly resting on his fingertips to Ye Jie as if to show off: "Did you see it? This is my disciple's companion butterfly. With her, why do we need you? Don't look at this ghost butterfly's plain appearance. She is much more reliable than you. At least she won't abandon her companions and flee alone when in danger..."

Before he finished speaking, the butterfly took off. It flapped its purple wings slowly, leaving a series of dreamy colorful spots of light along its flight path, which was very fascinating.

Ren Changhong smiled faintly, but her smile soon froze completely.

The Youdie kept moving and flew all the way to Ye Jie's shoulder, then stopped quietly. Its slender tentacles touched Ye Jie's collar from time to time, as if it was feeling some familiar breath. No matter how Ren Changhong waved, the Youdie remained unmoved.

Ye Jie: “…”

Ren Changhong suddenly became anxious, wanting to grab Ye Jie by the collar, but was afraid of disturbing the butterfly on his shoulder, so he had to stare at him with wide eyes and said, "What on earth did you do? Give the butterfly back to me!"

Ye Jie was also helpless, and spread his hands and said: "I didn't do anything, didn't you see it all? If I did anything, you would have discovered it long ago. She flew here by herself."

"What? This is impossible! Little Moth clearly told me that Youdie is very shy and extremely cold towards strangers. How could it be on your shoulder? You must have done something!"

Ren Changhong stamped his feet in anxiety and circled around Ye Jie, staring at Ye Jie with cold eyes without blinking. He must have used some tricks to abduct Youdie.

Ren Changhong reached out her hand, trying to catch Youdie back, but every time her hand got close, Youdie would turn around and fly to Ye Jie's other shoulder, refusing to come back no matter what. She didn't want to use brute force to catch Youdie back, so she had to give up in the end and vent her anger on Ye Jie, insisting that Ye Jie give her an explanation.

Ye Jie stroked his forehead. Youdie was so intimate with him, she must have recognized his scent.

Under the pressure of the Shura mask and the Concealment Talisman, Ye Jie's aura changed drastically, but the smell on his body did not change much.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, no one can distinguish others by smell, but for creatures with a more acute sense of smell, smell is a very important part.

Although Ye Jie never revealed his identity, the smell on his body undoubtedly betrayed him deeply. From the trust and attachment shown by Youdie, he knew that Youdie must have recognized him.

Facing Ren Changhong's questioning, Ye Jie lied, "You said she was a companion spirit butterfly? A companion spirit butterfly is one of the companion guardian spirits. Companion guardian spirits are kind and peaceful, and don't like killing or disputes. Maybe you killed too many people in the past, and that's why she doesn't like you."

"Really? I remember that the personalities of companion guardian spirits follow their masters. If the masters like killing, they also like killing." Ren Changhong frowned, looking unconvinced.

Ye Jie took a deep breath. No matter what Ren Changhong said, she was the descendant of Xuannv and a ghost messenger of Fengyun. She knew more than himself. She was an expert. It was not easy to get away with it in front of her.

"Maybe her owner is a person with a peaceful temperament. It seems that she doesn't like you." Ye Jie shrugged. He raised two fingers and let Youdie rest on the back of his fingers, ready to return her to Ren Changhong.

But this time, Ren Changhong did not take Youdie, but fell into deep thought:
"You're right... Although Xiao Fei Mo lent me the Phantom Butterfly, how could she like me? Not long ago, I wanted to kill Xiao Qingge. Although she lent me the Phantom Butterfly because of her master Xiao Qingge's words, she must hate me in her heart... Maybe that's why the Phantom Butterfly doesn't want to stay on me."

Seeing her lost expression, Ye Jie comforted her: "Don't worry, you are just a stranger in her eyes now. Even with your status as a master, she has never seen you before. You just need to visit her more often, bring her more gifts, and get to know her better. She will naturally like you."

Hearing Ye Jie's consolation, Ren Changhong shook his head and said mockingly, "What do you know? This is a matter between us descendants of Xuannv. How can you have a say?"

After a pause, she continued, "However, thanks to your words, I changed my mind and Xiao Qingge and I got back together. It seems that you are not so useless after all."

The corner of Ye Jie's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether she was praising him or disparaging him in some way.

"Don't you want Youdie anymore?"

Seeing that Ren Changhong did not take the Youdie for a long time, Ye Jie had a bad feeling in his heart and hurriedly urged him.

Ren Changhong shook his head: "Time is running out. Maybe in the future, I can get along well with Little Moth and make her like me, but I can't do it now. If she complains about me, Youdie will not cooperate with me to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art. Even if I force it, the final Nether Spirit Magical Treasure will be of a low-grade quality at best."

At the end, she sighed and said, "Compared to me, Youdie likes you more... In this case, you can take Youdie and represent the Demon Palace to participate in this competition."

"What?" Ye Jie opened his mouth. He could never have imagined that Ren Changhong would make such a decision.

"What? You don't dare? That's right. With your personality, you don't know where to hide when something happens. How dare you represent the millions of Shuras in the Demon Palace and fight for the main tent?"

Ren Changhong glanced at Ye Jie with disdain: "But you can rest assured. It is my sole decision to let you participate in the competition. Even if you are defeated in the end, if His Highness Moro holds you accountable, I will be the one who is punished. You don't have to worry about anything."

Ye Jie looked embarrassed: "Are you sure? But I don't even know the Secret Art of the Underworld Spirit, how can I participate in the competition?"

"Don't worry. After all, I am the descendant of Xuannv. I have already memorized the Secret Art of the Underworld. I can teach you the Secret Art of the Underworld. What you have to do is to transform the Ghost Butterfly into a magic weapon of the Underworld. In the competition, show the people of the Underworld Palace how powerful you are." Ren Changhong was not worried at all and made a decision quickly.

Ye Jie is unwilling to take on this important task, as he is still hiding the secret of six stitched pages. This secret even concerns the position of the Emperor of the Underworld. Once he goes on stage to participate in the competition, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it will soon be exposed.

"I'm afraid I'm not up to the task, otherwise, you should find someone else..." Ye Jie evaded the question.

Ren Changhong glared at him and said, "Do you think I don't want to find someone else? If there is a better candidate, how can you get this task? Don't you see how much Youdie likes you? Not long ago, Youdie just transformed into a third-grade divine sword. With her potential, she might really win this competition... If you are passive and unwilling to contribute to the main account, I will report it to Her Highness Moro and let her punish you!"

Listening to Chang Hong bringing up the title of the Lord of the Demonic Palace, Ye Jie was speechless. He could not help but gently stroke the Youdie on the back of his right finger, thinking: "Youdie, Youdie, your unintentional act of intimacy has really hurt me badly."

As if he had thought of something, Ye Jie asked again: "Speaking of which, since you have resolved the grudge between you and Shen Qingge, there is no longer any hatred between you and the Xuannv Sect. After all, you were once a descendant of the Xuannv Sect. I remember that the Lord of the Nether Spirit Hall was one of the ancestors of the Xuannv Sect. Why did you have to take away the Lord's account of the Nether Spirit Hall?"

Ye Jie's words seemed to have touched Ren Changhong's heart, causing her to sigh: "Do you know? Her Highness Moruo once made a promise to all the Shuras that whoever could bring back a hall master's tent would have a wish granted by her."

"Wish?" Ye Jie was stunned.

"Yes. Whether you want elixirs or to become a king or an emperor, as long as it is within her ability, she will fulfill your wish. With Her Highness Moro at the ninth level, is there anything she can't do? I heard from those Shura Kings with profound cultivation that Her Highness Moro's true strength is far more than what we have seen in the past..."

At the end of the conversation, Ren Changhong's eyes also showed some yearning. She glanced at Ye Jie beside her and sneered again:
"Didn't you ask me before how to take off the Shura Mask? Ordinary means are of course not possible, but if you can get back the First Palace Master's tent, perhaps His Highness Moro will fulfill your wish."

Hearing this, Ye Jie's pupils shrank, and he felt a loud bang beside his ear, as if something was broken.

(End of this chapter)