Hell Emperor.

Chapter 417 Ye Jie-Preparation
After saying goodbye to Inai, Ye Jie found a secluded place and released the ghosts that had been hiding in the soul-calling banners.

Shan Yao's body trembled, and she hid in front of the soul-calling banner. She quickly brought Sheng Jiang in with her. Seeing him collapsed on the ground, still in a coma and unable to wake up, with no reaction from his whole body, she was anxious for him and hurriedly said to Ye Jie:
"Palace Master Ye, please think of a solution quickly. Will he be okay?"

Ye Jie said slowly: "Don't worry, since it's safe now, let me wake him up."

As Ye Jie's mind moved, a series of words appeared again on the seven stitched pages:
[Bookkeeping of life and death:]

[In the winter of the 639th year of the Moro calendar, Shura Jie spent 100 Yin De to modify the name file of "Wen Jiangsheng (Erosion Heart)".]

【Wen Jiang Sheng (Erosion Heart) has been changed to Wen Jiang Sheng. 】

When the last word appeared, the ginger lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes wide, half of his body suddenly bounced up from the ground, gasping for breath, like a drowning person suddenly climbed ashore, holding his chest and coughing continuously.

At the same time, inside the Wushen Temple, an elder wearing an animal bone head and blood-stained clothes suddenly felt something in his heart and said with a bad look, "Someone has touched the Heart-Eroding Soul that I offered to the Temple Master. Who is so bold?"

"Are you ok?"

Seeing that Ginger finally woke up, Yam could no longer suppress his excitement and started asking questions.

"I...I wasn't taken there by the elders...where is this place?"

Sheng Jiang, who had just woken up, was still in a daze and didn't understand what had happened. But when he saw Ye Jie, his eyes narrowed obviously.

"Master of the Golden Wheel Palace...why is he here? Is this all just a dream?"

"This is not a dream."

Ye Jie spoke slowly, his eyes falling on him: "If I hadn't come here, I'm afraid you would have been refined by the Lord of the Sorcerer God Palace as a Heart-Eroding Soul. You have an extremely rare third-grade talent. Even the Lord of the Sorcerer God Palace would be tempted by it. You have to be more careful."

"Heart-destroying soul..."

After hearing Ye Jie's reminder, Sheng Jiang seemed to remember something and said with lingering fear: "Oh, that elder did say something similar. He once saved my life. How could this happen? I thought..."

After a pause, Sheng Jiang felt a chill in his heart. He thought he would be able to find peace by leaving the Golden Wheel Palace and coming to the long-awaited Witch God Palace. However, he never expected that he would be betrayed by the elder who saved his life and was almost refined as a heart-eating soul.

Seeing this, Shan Yao quickly comforted him: "It's okay, Palace Master Ye is here, we are safe now."

Sheng Jiang did not answer, but just hung his head in dejection. Just as the scene fell into silence, a shout suddenly came from the distance: "Who dares to steal the soul I offer to the Palace Master? Come out quickly and die!"

"It's him……"

Upon hearing the voice, Sheng Jiang immediately panicked. The owner of the voice was the witch elder, who stood there in a daze for a moment, at a loss as to what to do.

Ye Jie noticed Sheng Jiang's unnaturalness, so he took the initiative to greet the owner of the voice.

But they saw an old man in a red robe walking slowly towards them. The red robe was bright, as if it was dyed with blood. He had a pale skeleton on his head, which looked like a deer skull. His two sharp eyes were staring straight at Ye Jie and the others through the holes in the skull.

"You are the one who stole my Heart-Eroding Soul? You actually woke him up? Do you know how much trouble this will bring?"

Seeing Ye Jie's indifferent expression and his extraordinary temperament in his every move, the elder also realized that this person was extraordinary. He did not dare to take direct action and questioned him harshly.

Ye Jie just said: "I thought that the Heart-Eroding Soul would only choose the souls of evil people. I see that he clearly did nothing evil. You must be mistaken."

The elder shook his head: "The hall master has long been tired of ordinary evil spirits and cannot satisfy them at all. The hall master has mastered the skills they know, and only those souls with unique talents can satisfy the hall master. That soul has a third-grade talent. Only by offering him can the hall master be satisfied. Otherwise, it will cause terrible consequences. At that time, the entire Wushen Temple will suffer because of it."

After a pause, the elder continued, "Many years ago, I saved him from a shipwreck and asked him to come to me after he died, and he did so. I allowed him to live ten more years, and now it's time for him to repay me."

Hearing this, Sheng Jiang's face was full of bitterness: "He is right. If he hadn't saved me, I would have died a long time ago and wouldn't have been able to live for so many more years... Palace Master Ye, he is my benefactor, don't blame him. Even if he wants to turn me into a heart-eating soul and offer me to the Lord of the Wushen Palace, I have no choice."

Ye Jie thought for a moment and said, "You let him live ten more years, so I'll compensate you with ten more years of life, and that'll make us even, how about that?"

"What?" The elder was stunned and did not react for a while. "You don't understand. This is not a matter of life. The Palace Master ordered us to capture precious souls that can erode hearts. Every year, there must be more than five souls with third-grade innate magical powers. If even one is missing, the Palace Master will be furious. I don't know how many innocent people in the Palace will be implicated. The souls of evil people alone cannot satisfy the Palace Master's needs. This year, we have only found three excellent souls. It is hard to say whether we can satisfy the Palace Master. Now that he is missing, I don't know how many witches will bear the Palace Master's wrath..."

Seeing this, Sheng Jiang sighed, "He saved me from the shipwreck and allowed me to live for so long, instead of letting me drown and then refining my soul. If it weren't for the Master of the Sorcerer God Temple, the situation might have been different... If I could satisfy the Master of the Sorcerer God Temple and calm his anger with my innate magical powers, you wouldn't have to grieve for me."

"How could it be..." Shan Yao pursed her lips, unwilling to accept this result. After finally saving Jiang, he insisted on becoming a heart-eating soul, and nothing seemed to have changed.

In response, Ye Jie simply said, "Master of the Wushen Temple? You are talking about the Formless Ghost King who has taken over the body of the Master, right?"

The elder was horrified, and looked around to make sure that no one was around. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? Where did you come from? How dare you call that name directly? If the hall master or other people with ulterior motives heard it, it would definitely not end well."

Under the elders' horrified eyes, Ye Jie spoke slowly: "Don't worry, the days of the Wuxiang Ghost King's tyranny are coming to an end. This year's Resurrection Festival will be the last day he shows up. From now on, you don't have to worry about his threats." "You mean..."

The elder was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Ye Jie was not joking, he began to feel a surge of fear in his heart. “Many years ago, many witches also tried to get rid of the Formless Ghost King, but they all failed. Could it be that someone is planning to take action against the Lord now? If they fail, the consequences will be something we cannot afford.”

At the side, the spirit of the witch who died earlier spoke for Ye Jie, "We will not fail this time, because we have his help."

The elder still didn't believe it: "He hasn't even reached the level of a ghost fairy yet, and so many witches have failed. What can he do with his own strength? The Formless Ghost King has devoured tens of thousands of heart-eating souls, and his abilities are flawless. Even immortals with stronger realms are no match for him under the suppression of the Equality Formation. No one can defeat the Formless Ghost King."

The spirit of the witch didn't think so: "Inai also believes in him. He is the master of the Golden Wheel Palace. Do you remember the calamity that the elders predicted? The calamity is very close. It will break out in a week at the latest. When the might of heaven descends and the world is destroyed, a person who will be borne will appear. If it is him, then it is possible."

"Master of the Golden Wheel Palace..."

After learning of Ye Jie's identity, the elder's eyes flickered, and he finally realized why everyone was willing to believe him.

With the power of the Witch God Temple itself, it is impossible to eliminate the Formless Ghost King. The Formless Ghost King has devoured the souls of many demons and ghosts. He has mastered all the local skills and supernatural powers. No one can be his opponent.

Only when the master of another Yama Palace arrives can the stagnant situation change and truly threaten the life of the Formless Ghost King.

This time, the elder did not embarrass Sheng Jiang. He just said, "I hope my choice is the right one... The disaster is coming, I can't just stand by and watch. I will come to help you when the Resurrection Festival comes."

With the elder's promise, Sheng Jiang felt more at ease, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart. For the kindness of being saved by the elder in the past, he finally had the chance to repay him. By eliminating the leader of the Witch God Temple, the Witch God Temple could also restore its former glory, and there would be no more heart-wrenching suffering.

After the elder left, the place fell silent. Everyone sat there in silence. A heavy pressure hung over everyone's heart. Everyone looked worried, waiting for the Return to the Sun Festival to come.

Everyone felt uneasy at the thought of facing off against the Lord of the Witch God Temple. Whether it was from the witch or other people, the Lord of the Witch God Temple was said to be unfathomable and quite difficult to deal with. Now that they had to become an enemy of such a being, they would naturally feel boundless pressure.

Shan Yao sat there, hugging his knees with his hands, looking worried. Seeing that Ye Jie looked normal, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Palace Master Ye, we are about to face the Lord of the Wushen Palace, why don't you look worried at all?"

In response, Ye Jie simply replied: "I haven't even seen what the enemy looks like, so what is there to worry about? No matter how much you worry, it won't change the current situation, right? Instead of worrying here, why not enjoy this moment of leisure."

Shan Yao was even more curious: "It sounds like you are used to this kind of thing. Have you dealt with many palace masters before?"

Shan Yao had heard all the witches' comments on the Lord of the Golden Wheel Palace. Especially when she learned that Ye Jie was a subordinate of the Lord of the Mara Palace and had obtained many main accounts for him, she became even more concerned. She always felt that Ye Jie was shrouded in a mysterious aura.

Ye Jie scratched his head. He had not thought much about this question.

Thinking about it carefully, he has obtained three main ledgers for the Lord of the Demon Palace. The evaluation of the witches is not wrong. It can be said that if there was no Ye Jie, the path for the Lord of the Demon Palace to seize the main ledger would be much more troublesome than it is now. And in total, there were two Lords of the Yama Palace who died at the hands of Ye Jie.

Of course, if we take into account the Lord of the Witch God Temple who is about to be dealt with, the number may have to be increased by one more.

On the side, Sheng Jiang had a complicated look on his face and sighed, "Master of the Golden Wheel Palace... I still remember all your actions in the palace. I thought that coming to the Wushen Palace was like arriving in a pure land, away from the conflicts and disputes in the Golden Wheel Palace. I didn't expect that the problems here are no less than those in the Golden Wheel Palace. Thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Sheng Jiang paused and did not continue. If it were not for Ye Jie, what would have been waiting for him would have been to become a heart-eating soul and be completely refined by the Lord of the Witch God Temple.

Thinking of this, Sheng Jiang couldn't help but shudder. "I heard that those souls that were refined by the witch still have some consciousness. Every year during the Return to the Sun Festival, their consciousness will take the lead and reappear in the world. But if they are refined by the Lord of the Witch God Temple and become a part of the Formless Ghost King, will they still have their own consciousness? In other words, will I really be myself at that time?"

Ye Jie saw his fear and comforted him, "Don't worry, those things are in the past. You are quite safe now with us by your side. As long as you stay here, nothing will happen to you. Even if this trip fails, the Lord of the Witch God Temple will not do anything to you. I am the enemy he wants to deal with."

Sheng Jiang remained silent. He could feel Ye Jie's kindness. That kindness was real. Otherwise, he wouldn't have woken him up on purpose. He wouldn't have to do so many things.

Sheng Jiang was filled with emotion. It was obvious that Ye Jie coveted the merits of heaven and indulged the judge, causing countless people to lose their lives in vain in the struggle. But putting all this aside, Ye Jie still had good intentions in his heart. Maybe he was not a good palace master, but he was a kind person.

However, Sheng Jiang was still confused and asked, "Palace Master Ye, do you think there is a pure land in this world? Since you have a good relationship with Palace Master Mo Luo, can you tell me, is Mo Luo Palace a pure land?"

Ye Jie raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but look at him more, and replied: "My answer may disappoint you. If the pure land you are looking for is a paradise without disputes, then the Demon Palace is definitely not the place you want to go. The fighting there is a hundred times more fierce than that of the Golden Wheel Palace and the Wushen Palace combined. If you go there, you won't even know how you died."

At the end, Ye Jie looked into the distance and said, "Where there are people, there is no pure land. Where there are ghosts, there is no pure land either."

"I see..." Sheng Jiang stopped asking questions and just sat back down with a disappointed look on his face.

Shan Yao also sighed and said, "If we had known this, we should have stayed in the Golden Wheel Palace from the beginning. If we hadn't come here, we might not have encountered this danger. At least in the Golden Wheel Palace, we are also the ghost messengers with more seniority, and we don't have to endure such humiliation at all."

Ye Jie glanced at her and said with a smile: "If you don't come here in person, you won't be able to change your mind just by listening to other people's words. You have to see everything with your own eyes. If you want to return to the Golden Wheel Palace, I still welcome you very much."

As we chatted, time passed by little by little. We perceived that there were fewer and fewer idle people outside. One after another, unusual ghosts appeared on the streets, and their shrill howls like ghosts and wolves seemed to herald the arrival of the Return to the Body Festival.

(End of this chapter)