A master of comedy!

The Underworld, the Department of Investigation.

Nian Nu Jiao was still wearing that fiery red dress, her black hair was unbound and casually draped over her shoulders, and her two snow-white, lotus-like feet were placed on the table, her toes, smeared with the juice of the other shore flower, were slightly raised.

He sat on the throne of the former judge of the underworld, casually handling the affairs of the underworld while playing with the demon-slaying whip in his hand.

All the ghost messengers stood respectfully, awaiting orders.

Several of the ghost kings, who were fierce in nature and loyal to Judge Lu, have become much more docile after being severely whipped.

"Soul Catcher, you should have captured eighty-one wandering souls this month and sent them to the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Why is one missing?"

His sudden question caused a grim reaper wearing a square-winged black veil to break out in a cold sweat.

"According to the judgment, during the Ghost Festival this month, the gates of the underworld are wide open. In addition, due to the incident involving Zhou Sheng, a few wandering souls... took advantage of the chaos to escape. Your subordinates have tried their best to make up for them, but because of the urgency, one is still missing."

With a whoosh, the golden whip flashed.

The underworld official let out a miserable scream, and a burning welt appeared on his face, which took a long time to heal.

Nian Nu Jiao's originally languid eyes instantly turned sharp.

So you're blaming... Zhou Lang?

Yin Messenger: "..."

Nian Nu Jiao gave a cold laugh, looked around, and her voice was no longer frivolous, but full of authority.

"Incompetence is incompetence. I have no need for explanations. I only care about the results."

"For every lost soul, there is a lash."

"Ten fewer than ten, that's ten lashes. If you all perish under this Ghost-Slaying Whip, don't say I didn't warn you beforehand."

The ghost messengers trembled slightly and quickly nodded in agreement.

Nian Nu Jiao was already quite powerful, second only to Lu Pan. She also took a golden pill to enhance her magic power and wielded a powerful weapon like the Ghost-Slaying Whip. They had already experienced its power firsthand.

Let alone ten lashes, even three or five lashes would probably kill him.

"Finally, by imperial decree, effective immediately, the number of wandering souls sent to the City of the Wrongfully Dead each day shall be increased to one hundred and eight."

The Soul Collector looked distressed upon hearing this, but still had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Seeing that no one dared to oppose her authority, Nian Nu Jiao finally nodded in satisfaction, and then continued to look at the next underworld official.

Just as the underworld official was on high alert, bracing himself for a scolding or even a whipping, Nian Nu Jiao suddenly paused.

His eyes lit up slightly, revealing a smile he couldn't hide.

It was as if a fox had spotted a pheasant slowly approaching it.

"He couldn't hold back after all."

The underworld officials were taken aback, not knowing what she meant, but it seemed that Nianpan's mood suddenly improved, and she even smiled at them.

"Alright, that concludes today's questioning. You may all leave."

The underworld officials breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and took their leave.

The Night Wanderer closed his eyes, carefully sensing the loss of magical power within the Corpse-Fixing Pearl. After confirming that everything was correct, he revealed a confident smile.

That successor of the Demon of Drama will eventually become His subject, His most loyal servant and... plaything.

Raising her finger and gazing at the exquisite ring, Nian Nu Jiao parted her red lips slightly, her breath suddenly becoming hot.

"A gentleman like you, I wonder what you would look like kneeling at my feet, being whipped and toyed with by me?"

However, He soon sensed that Zhou Sheng had not absorbed all of that magic power; he had only absorbed about a third of it before stopping.

Nian Nu Jiao was not disappointed; instead, she smiled even more beautifully.

"As expected of Zhou Yu, he was able to resist such temptation and stop, but..." "Some things, once done, are destined to be unstoppable."

……

Inside the room, following the guidance of the Luo Shu, Zhou Sheng stopped after absorbing about one-third of the magical power.

At this moment, the golden lake in his dantian expanded considerably, with clouds rising and waves surging, resembling the vastness of an ocean.

His cultivation level has increased dramatically over the past twenty years!

Now, he has cultivated for a full 103 years. His magical power is so profound that he can circulate it throughout his body with just a thought, and golden light can even faintly shine through his body.

The candlelight in the room flickered slightly, as if influenced by some invisible aura.

A mosquito flew in silently, but could not get any closer than three zhang away from Zhou Sheng, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.

This is because the magical power is so profound that it forms a protective aura.

At this level, Zhou Sheng no longer needs to lift a finger to deal with ordinary ghosts and spirits. If they dare to approach, they will be shattered by the protective magic power.

It's like shaking off a speck of dust.

Even the most powerful ghosts, unleashing their strongest techniques, might not be able to break through Zhou Sheng's defenses despite his century-long cultivation.

Even when facing a demon that has also cultivated for a hundred years, Zhou Sheng can easily defeat it.

Because humans are different from demons, humans have a limited lifespan, but in terms of cultivation aptitude, they are the best among all kinds of beings. A cultivator who has cultivated for a hundred years is already a very rare existence.

Even in Longhu Mountain and Baima Temple, where masters abound, Zhou Sheng's cultivation was comparable to that of many senior elders.

"I have vaguely touched the threshold of the fifth level and sensed the location of the body's acupoint, but I am still a little short of breaking through it."

Zhou Sheng could sense that as his cultivation level increased by a hundred years, he could detect the energy in that mysterious body aperture.

However, the body's acupoints are not fixed in one place, but are hidden in the body and constantly moving around, like a treasure trove that can hide and escape, circulating in the 365 acupoints throughout the body.

To find it completely and unlock this treasure trove containing the secrets of the physical body, one needs even greater spiritual cultivation.

However, Zhou Sheng would absolutely not absorb the power of the Corpse-Fixing Pearl at this moment.

Because his mind was now filled with thoughts of Nian Nu Jiao, not the longing between lovers, but an obsession rooted in his soul. If it weren't for his unwavering determination to kill and his strong primordial spirit, he would have even considered giving up his plan to hunt down the Night Wanderer.

Without any hesitation, he swallowed the three drops of the Eight Merits Water in one gulp.

In an instant, he seemed to enter a meditative state, his skin radiating rays of Buddhist light, his demeanor becoming exceptionally peaceful and serene, as if he were under a Bodhi tree, listening to the Buddha's teachings.

It is a baptism deep within the soul, washing away all karmic obstacles, injustices, filth, and calamities...

Unbeknownst to him, the deep blackness between his brows, like snow exposed to the blazing sun, quickly vanished.

And these three drops of the Eight Merits Water were completely used up.

Zhou Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and pure as glass, like a clear mountain spring, without a trace of dust.

The corpse poison had completely dissipated, and from this moment on, he could finally say that he had truly mastered that century of cultivation.

Moreover, taking this Eight Merits Water also has a subtle effect on enhancing the primordial spirit, although it is far less significant than the Awakening Spirit Soup.

Zhou Sheng felt a wave of nausea when he recalled his previous infatuation with that night wandering god.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

"You really enjoy treating other people like puppets?"

"Let's see who has the last laugh."

...(End of this chapter)