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Low, earthen hillsides.

A young boy went up the mountain to collect herbs. This was a path he often took and knew the route by heart, but this time he ran into trouble.

I went up the mountain in the morning, and by noon I was still wandering around in the mountains, unable to find the way down. I even wandered onto a path I had never seen before.

"what."

The young apprentice's eyes lit up when he spotted a lingzhi mushroom the size of a human head growing under a rock in front of him.

Knowing he had encountered a treasure, the medicine boy quickly went over.

Just this one high-quality Ganoderma lucidum can make a fortune and improve the family's financial situation.

After picking the Ganoderma lucidum and putting it in his basket, the young apprentice began to worry about getting lost again, when suddenly he heard someone talking.

"Senior brother, think about that beautiful vixen, wouldn't it be a pity not to go?"

The young medicine boy followed the sound, parting the waist-high weeds by the roadside, and walked towards the sound, wanting to ask for directions down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a handsome young man talking animatedly to a white deer.

Are there madmen in the mountains too?
As the apprentice was puzzled, he heard the handsome young man say again, "Senior Brother Baihe may not get this opportunity. You can find a beautiful fox spirit, take her as your goddaughter, and refine pills when you have nothing to do. Wouldn't that be great?"

Bai Lu spoke in human language: "That was a task given to you by Master, Junior Brother."

"Ah!" The young apprentice exclaimed in fright, quickly raising his hand to cover his mouth.

Monster? Deity? The man and the deer seemed not to hear, continuing their conversation.

"I have too much work, so I only get a little benefit?" The handsome young man gestured with his little finger. "That's all. In order to arrange those calamities, I pretended not to know when my shoes were lost, and I pretended not to know when my page was missing... The only one who could be worse off than me is Laozi."

"Junior brother, I remember you asked me to play chess."

"Yes, let's play a game first."

A person and a deer sit facing each other, with a chessboard placed between them.

Seeing this, the herb-gathering apprentice curiously approached. He often played chess with the old doctor and was quite knowledgeable about the game. Moreover, he had heard the story of the serendipitous encounter at the Rotten Chessboard. He thought to himself that since the human and the deer were immortals, if his chess skills could win their favor, they might reward him with some celestial fruits, granting him immortality.

As he leaned closer, the boy's eyes widened suddenly.

The black and white chess pieces on the table fell frantically like raindrops. Before his eyes could even register what was happening, one game ended and another began.

Gods play chess with such high efficiency! It seems the stories are all lies.

After a while, the chessboard was put away.

"I didn't expect your chess skills to improve so quickly," Bai Lu exclaimed. "But what's that thing you're wearing on your head?"

Hearing Bai Lu's disappointment, the medicine boy turned to look at the handsome young man and discovered that the man was wearing a round, iron-like hat that covered half of his head. In front of him was a thin, glass-like piece that shimmered with ever-changing, dazzling light.

"Chess-playing AI assistance."

"..."

Bai Lu stood up and said, "I have important matters to attend to, so I'll head back first."

After saying that, he turned around, took off on a cloud, and left, muttering things like "poor chess etiquette" under his breath.

The young immortal removed his helmet.

Upon seeing this, the young apprentice immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "I was watching two immortals play chess in the mountains and became so engrossed that I am now returning to the mortal world. The world has changed so much that my parents and relatives are probably no longer here. I beg the immortals to take me as their disciple."

The young immortal shook his head: "Read less supernatural tales. If you go down the mountain now, you can still make it home in time for lunch."

Medicine boy: "..."

The story says that watching immortals play chess can easily cause hundreds of years to pass by. Is it that the two immortals are not strong enough, or that my heart is not sincere enough?
The young apprentice remained silent, only kowtowing repeatedly.

"If you really want to cultivate immortality, you can go to a place called the Cave of Slanting Moon and Three Stars, but whether you can achieve anything depends entirely on yourself."

"Thank you, Immortal."

When the medicine boy finished kowtowing and stood up, he found that the young immortal had disappeared.

Above the clouds, Longkui, holding her sword, asked curiously, "Master, do you think that medicine boy has a connection with immortals?"

“No.” Tan Wenjie shook his head.

"Then why did you still instruct him to seek out the sacred mountain?"

"Aren't all immortals like this?"

Longkui: "..."

Tan Wenjie added, "Besides, I want to do it this way."

"As expected of... Master."

If there's nothing much to say, then let's start by flattering him.

She discovered that Tan Wenjie was acting very freely, not suddenly, but recently it seemed that he had lost some kind of shackles and started to let himself go.

Time flies, and countless years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the underworld, ghostly soldiers and messengers, wielding soul-hooking chains and carrying mourning sticks, drive souls toward the Bridge of Helplessness.

The ghosts have already been interrogated in front of Yama's palace. The next step is to drink the Meng Po soup, enter the cycle of reincarnation, and be reborn as humans.

However, the Meng Po soup stall in front of the Naihe Bridge is a little different today.

Two large iron pots were set up in front of the Bridge of Helplessness.

The hunched woman, holding an iron ladle, glanced at the man in a robe and crown beside her, then looked at the disheveled woman in a blue robe who was cooking soup, and hesitated to speak.

"Meng Po, what do you think is wrong with Amei's soup?"

These three people are Tan Wenjie, Meng Po, and Chu Renmei, who was given special instruction in cooking soup.

"Your Majesty, Miss Chu is burdened with too much resentment..."

Meng Po glanced into the large iron pot beside her.

A pot of dark soup, bubbling and bubbling, looked like it would take a lot of effort to stir with a large ladle. It was so thick and sticky that none of the thirteen members of the Qi family would drink it.

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "Maybe some idiots would be willing to drink it."

Meng Po: "..."

As his strength increased, the subordinates who followed him became increasingly inadequate, such as Uncle Dong the Zombie and the Twin Girls. Now, even the Black Mountain Demon and Chu Renmei could not keep up.

Their potential is too low, and they can't keep up with his pace, but not being able to keep up doesn't mean they can't contribute. They can still do some logistical work. He wants to create his own "secret realm," and these subordinates who are gradually falling behind him can make the most of their remaining strength.

Fortunately, in this world, he was able to abuse his power for personal gain and transplant the entire operating logic of the underworld there.

Copying successful examples is always much easier than creating something from scratch.

As they were talking, the next kid who was about to drink soup arrived at the stall.

On one side is the old soup brewed by Meng Po, a traditional method passed down for many years.

On the other side was a soup made by Chu Renmei, which looked terrifying; drinking it might cause one's soul to be scattered.

"me……"

The little devil had been eavesdropping for a while. Rationally, he knew who should cook the soup, but in reality, he wasn't sure if he would be annihilated after drinking it.

Even half a pound of white sugar and a pound of arsenic couldn't make such a thick and unappealing soup.

"Don't choose Amei's delicious soup just because I am the Emperor of the Underworld," Tan Wenjie reminded him.

The little devil paused, his hand reaching for Meng Po's soup, and looked at Aunt Mei's soup. "Don't feel embarrassed just because I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Mighty Spirit, who oversees the Three Realms. And don't think that you'll be struck by lightning if you don't choose the soup cooked by Amei just because I am the Marshal of the Thunder Department, the Divine Firmament Commander of Thunder and Evil. Don't worry, you will definitely not be struck by lightning after reincarnation."

"I'll have this one!" the little devil said, pointing to the delicious soup that Chu Renmei had prepared.

"You have such heavy tastes?"

The little devil was on the verge of tears: "Your Majesty, when I was in the mortal world, I had a nickname called Pighead Three."

After saying that, he scooped up a spoonful without hesitation, as if he had made up his mind, and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

He looked like he was trying to swallow but couldn't, or trying to spit it out but couldn't, as if he were eating yellow rice cake.

"With this kind of determination, you'll definitely succeed no matter what you do after you're reincarnated," Tan Wenjie remarked.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the little devil exclaimed with delight.

Even if a deity doesn't care about a casual remark, the underlings below will take it to heart and do their jobs well.

After a few breaths, the little devil was already in a daze, standing motionless in place.

It seems that Chu Renmei used too much soup.

Fortunately, this place lacks everything except souls.

"Next!"

A black wind flew in and landed, transforming into a judge.

He had red hair and a long beard, carried a judge's pen in his hand, and wore a crimson robe.

Upon seeing Tan Wenjie, he immediately said, "Your Majesty!"

"what happened?"

"Something terrible has happened up ahead!"

"Could it be that someone has infiltrated the underworld?"

Tan Wenjie's eyes lit up. In the past, the underworld had little to do with him, but now that it was his territory, he was looking forward to someone foolishly coming to his door.

The judge shook his head and replied, "It was the Jing River Dragon King who transformed into an evil spirit and dragged the human emperor into the underworld."

The system has been unusable for a while due to updates. Apart from occasionally attending banquets, Tan Wenjie spends his time chatting with the fairies about their feelings, leading a very fulfilling life.

He paid no attention to the rise and fall of dynasties or the passage of time.

It was not uncommon for decades to pass in the time it took to play a game of chess or attend a banquet. Moreover, Tan Wenjie did not come away empty-handed during this period. Even the immortals who possessed divine fruits and wines, such as dragon liver and phoenix marrow, were merely delicacies on the table.

As Tan Wenjie ate more, his stats increased again.

Ordinary people need to meditate diligently and practice their skills in order to cultivate themselves. On the other hand, gods and their disciples with resources can eat a single immortal fruit, which is equivalent to a hundred years of hard work by mortals. They can also ascend to immortality by tasting a sip of immortal wine.

When did the Jing River Dragon King die?

The judge replied, "Some time ago, the Dragon King of the Jing River violated the heavenly rules by withholding rainfall points, and was beheaded by Wei Zheng."

"The Heavenly Laws are truly harsh."

Tan Wenjie sighed.

The thought of his unusual relationships with the Seventh Princess, the Third Holy Mother, Chang'e, and other fairies only strengthened his resolve to change the Heavenly Laws together with Yang Jian.

If Yang Jian has no nephews to use, then help him have one.

Even if it rains, they'll be charged points and ripped off. If he sleeps with the Jade Emperor's daughter, it'll probably really start a war between Heaven and the Underworld.

When Tan Wenjie arrived, he saw an old dragon with a tragic death, its head and body human, with red lines on its neck from which blood was oozing out.

Standing beside him was a pale-faced man dressed in a dragon robe.

The current emperor, Li Shimin, is Jin Chanzi's number one sworn brother.

"Little Dragon Jinghe Dragon King greets Your Majesty!" The Jinghe Dragon King bowed and greeted the Emperor, rubbing his head.

Li Shimin saw a handsome man in a black robe stride into the main hall, wearing a black dragon robe and a crimson skirt.

He remembered that during the Qin Dynasty, black was the most revered color, while the Zhou Dynasty associated fire and favored red. When Qin replaced Zhou, it used water to overcome fire, and water was associated with black.

Therefore, the person in front of him must be at least a figure from the Qin Dynasty. Moreover, he heard the Jing River Dragon King address the other party as Emperor, so he guessed in his heart that the other party must be an extremely noble deity, but whose name was rarely heard in the human world.

Tan Wenjie opened the Book of Life and Death, flipped through Li Shimin's biography, and then nodded slightly.

Li Shimin saw that he was holding a thick book with the words "Book of Life and Death" written on it, and his heart skipped a beat. Who did not know the name of the Book of Life and Death?

"May I ask who this Emperor is?"

"You are the emperor of the human world, and I am the emperor of the underworld."

"I have met the emperor."

"Jinghe Dragon King, you had your head chopped off by Wei Zheng. If you're going to cause trouble, you should go to the Heavenly Court. Why did you come here to me?" Tan Wenjie asked, putting away the Book of Life and Death.

The Dragon King of the Jing River held his head in his hands: "..."

Did he not want to go to the Heavenly Court? The God of Justice kills without blinking an eye. Even if he is beheaded and becomes a dragon ghost, he still has the chance to be reincarnated and start over in the next life. But if he angers the God of Justice Yang Jian, he will definitely be beaten to a pulp.

"Your Majesty, I was punished by the Heavenly Court for withholding rainfall points. They ordered Wei Zheng to cut off my dragon head. But I sought help from the Emperor of the Mortal Realm. He promised to help me, but he still released Wei Zheng." The Jinghe Dragon King said indignantly, "This man is untrustworthy. I am so angry that I came to the Underworld to seek justice. Moreover, everyone in the Three Realms knows that Your Majesty is in charge of inspecting the Three Realms. You will surely handle this matter impartially."

Li Shimin said, "I invited Wei Zheng to play chess, but at noon, Wei Zheng became sleepy and took a nap at his desk. I don't know how he managed to kill the Dragon King."

Tan Wenjie nodded: "It is indeed a muddled case. This is not my business. You wait, I will go and contact the judicial authorities right away."

Jinghe Dragon King: "..."

What are you afraid of?

Seeing the Jinghe Dragon King trembling, Tan Wenjie said, "How about this, the Jinghe Dragon King, stay in the underworld, and I will handle the rest. Your Majesty, please return to the mortal world."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" the Jinghe Dragon King said hastily.

This left Li Shimin somewhat bewildered. How could the previously tough old dragon ghost suddenly become so easy to talk to?

However, Li Shimin nodded, thanked him, and then flew back to the mortal world with the judge arranged by Tan Wenjie.

On the way, Li Shimin couldn't help but ask, "How should that emperor be addressed?"

The judge replied, "My lord is the Great Emperor of Fengdu, the grand-disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Marshal of the Thunder Department in Heaven, the Holy General who protects the Way, and the Son of Heaven for all ghosts. Wherever he is, all evil spirits flee in terror."

"I see."

In the blink of an eye, Li Shimin had returned to the palace. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed, covered in a cold sweat.

Everything just now felt like a chaotic dream.

"Someone is coming!"

"Yes."

The eunuch who heard the noise came in, fearing that he was having another nightmare.

"Go quickly and invite the painter."

Li Shimin instructed the painter to draw the image he remembered.

He was a handsome young man in a black robe, standing with a sword on his back, exuding an imposing aura without being angry.

"Hang it on the door."

He thought to himself, since he is the Emperor of the Underworld, evil spirits and heretics certainly wouldn't dare approach. (End of Chapter)