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The gate to the underworld, also known as the Gate of Hell.

The place is still quite simple. There is just a large archway with the three characters "Gate of Hell" written on it (Lin Xuan's own handwriting, ugly but domineering).

The two, Jieyin and Zhunti, were dressed in tattered Taoist robes and looked travel-worn. The West was barren, and these two saints (although they had not yet formally established their religion and become saints, they were close) usually lived a frugal life, and would try to take home anything of value they saw.

"Junior brother, although the Netherworld is filled with yin energy, the golden light of merit is real." Jieyin looked at the soaring golden light deep in the Netherworld, his mouth watering with envy. "If we could get a share of it, the Western Paradise would have a great chance of prosperity."

"What you say is absolutely right, Senior Brother." Zhunti held the Seven Treasures Tree (which was actually just a tree branch) in his hand, his small eyes darting around. "Besides, this Underworld has just been established and is definitely short-handed. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we went to convert some vengeful ghosts and brought them back to the West to serve as protectors?"

The two hit it off immediately, straightened their appearance, put on the airs of enlightened masters, and swaggered inside.

I was stopped as soon as I reached the door.

Blocking the road were two rows of burly men from the Wu tribe. Leading them was the Great Wu Xiangliu, a man with nine heads. Although he was now in human form with only one head, his fierce aura could be smelled from two miles away.

"Halt!" Xiang Liu stood in the middle of the road, brandishing a large knife. "What are you doing? Do you have a pass? Are you dead? If not, get out of the way!"

Zhunti was taken aback. He had roamed the prehistoric world for so many years; who wouldn't treat him with utmost respect? How dare this watchdog tell him to get lost?

"Amitabha Buddha." Zhunti, suppressing his anger, bowed and said, "I am Zhunti of the West, and this is my senior brother, Jieyin. We sensed the wailing of the wronged souls here, so we came to chant sutras to help them enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible. This is a matter of great compassion, so please grant us your assistance."

Xiang Liu picked his nose, looking impatient. "What Jieyin and Zhunti? Never heard of them. The Thirteen Ancestral Witches said that the Underworld is a sacred place, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter. If you want a deliverance ceremony, go outside and get a number! We have a special window for deliverance ceremonies here, so you don't need to bother."

"You!" Zhunti's face turned green with anger. Queuing? Taking a number? What did they take him for?

Jieyin grabbed Zhunti, stepped forward, and said with a pained expression, "Fellow Daoist, we are only doing this for the good of the Underworld. If these wronged souls are not dealt with properly, they will turn into vengeful ghosts and cause chaos. Our Western Wonderful Methods are best at purifying resentment..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiang Liu brandished his broadsword. "Can't you understand human language? I said no in, and that's final! If you utter another word, believe me, I'll treat you two like vengeful ghosts and fry you in oil!"

Just then, a lazy voice came from inside.

"Hey, aren't these Senior Brothers Jieyin and Zhunti? What brings you to this backwater?"

Lin Xuan walked out slowly, his hands behind his back. Behind him followed Empress Pingxin and a group of fierce-looking Yama Kings.

Upon seeing the main figures arrive, Zhunti immediately put on a smiling face: "Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan, Lady Pingxin. Congratulations! The completion of the Underworld is a great achievement! We two have come to offer our congratulations."

"Congratulations?" Lin Xuan sized them up, his gaze as if he were looking at two beggars. "You came empty-handed?"

Zhunti's smile froze. Why wasn't Lin Xuan playing by the rules? When saints offer congratulations, isn't it all about the sentiment? Who actually brings a gift?

"Ahem, we came in a hurry and didn't prepare a small gift." Zhunti rubbed his hands awkwardly. "However, our humble Taoist priests are willing to preach in the underworld for a thousand years to resolve the doubts of all beings. This is the best gift we could give."

Lin Xuan sneered inwardly. Preaching? I think you're trying to brainwash them. If you two actually get in, within three days, all the ghosts in this underworld will be going to the West to eat dirt with you.

"No need." Lin Xuan waved his hand, looking disgusted. "Our Underworld is full of talented people now, we don't lack those who preach. Besides, your Western Tao is too vegetarian. The ghosts here like to eat meat, they can't stand your stuff."

"Lin Xuan! Don't be ungrateful!" Zhunti finally couldn't keep up the act any longer, his face darkening. "My brother and I came here out of kindness to help, and you're shirking our responsibilities like this? Is this Underworld some kind of dictatorship of your Wu Clan? Do the reincarnations of all living beings in this primordial world have to depend on the whims of your Wu Clan?"

This is a huge accusation that would be hard for anyone else to accept.

But who is Lin Xuan? He's the sixth brother.

"Oh dear, getting impatient?" Lin Xuan's smile widened. "You're right, this underworld is truly the domain of my Witch Clan. My sister created the land, I built the roads, and I caught the ghosts. You think you can reap the rewards? Not a chance!"

"You!" Zhunti was furious, his seven treasures tree blazing with light. "Today, I, this humble Taoist, will act on behalf of Heaven and teach you a lesson, you ignorant brat!"

Although he hadn't yet become a saint, he was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, and he believed he could easily handle Lin Xuan. As for Pingxin? As long as he didn't actually kill Lin Xuan, Pingxin wouldn't dare to attack him directly, especially with Hongjun watching.

Seeing that Zhunti was about to make a move, Lin Xuan was not flustered at all. Instead, he took a step back and made a "please" gesture.

"Want to fight? Sure. But I'm lazy and don't like to move around."

Lin Xuan snapped his fingers.

"Close the door! Unleash the dogs!"

"roar--!"

A strange, animalistic roar came from the depths of the Gates of Hell. The sound didn't resemble a lion or tiger; rather, it sounded like something grinding its teeth, sending chills down one's spine.

Then, a bizarrely shaped giant beast rushed out.

This thing has a tiger's head, a single horn, dog's ears, a dragon's body, a lion's tail, and qilin's feet. It is the legendary mythical beast, Di Ting.

However, this Di Ting is a "modified version" produced by the system. It has no other skills, but has two characteristics: first, it is thick-skinned and tough, and cannot be damaged by anyone below the level of a saint; second, it has a special liking for biting the buttocks of those who are wicked and full of lies.

"Woof!"

When Di Ting saw Zhun Ti, it was as if it had seen an unparalleled delicacy; its eyes turned green with envy. With a leap, it transformed into a blur and headed straight for Zhun Ti's groin.

"What a wicked beast!" Zhunti exclaimed in shock, wielding the Seven Treasures Tree to brush it away.

But the Di Ting was completely immune to magical attacks, and withstood the light of the Seven Treasures Tree, it bit into Zhunti's thigh.

"ah--!"

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the gates of hell.