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"Wanrou, tell me properly, what exactly is Xiaole's situation right now?"

Seeing Qin Le push open the door and leave, the grandmother finally couldn't help but turn to her daughter, her expression filled with inquiry and a hint of urgency.

The last time she saw Qin Le was five years ago during the Spring Festival.

At that time, Qin Le was still a healthy and slightly stronger mortal who hadn't even touched the threshold of cultivating immortality.

But today, after she emerged from seclusion, she picked up her phone and saw a flood of news saying that her grandson had become a disciple of the Goddess Nuwa, and had even comprehended the immortal arts of time and space, achieving the status of a Golden Immortal.

This dramatic change left her momentarily disoriented and struggling to adapt.

Having learned that Qin Le was a disciple of the Sage, her first thought was that she might be able to ask him for help in this matter, and she didn't bother to ask any other questions.

Now that she has calmed down a bit, she needs to get to know this grandson who seems to have become a stranger to her.

"Well... where should I begin..." Lin Wanrou scratched her head unconsciously.

Snapped!

"Ouch!"

"Speak properly, don't resort to physical violence."

Grandma pulled out a folding fan from somewhere and gently tapped her daughter's hand.

Lin Wanrou rubbed her hand in pain, not daring to argue, and could only say seriously, "Mom, you should know that Xiao Le became Nuwa's personal disciple and even comprehended the Dao of Immortality, right?"

"Yes," Grandma nodded, "That's why I came to find him."

"Besides these," Lin Wanrou counted on her fingers, "the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden personally descended to earth to teach him how to fight; a while ago, he went to the Heavenly Realm with some friends and brought back a bunch of good things from the former residences of Shennong and Chiyou, all of which were handed over to the Heavenly Realm; even the furnace I'm using to refine pills now is an ancient artifact used by Shennong, and the flame for refining pills is a small fire from firewood... So, he has a lot of influence now. Giving him two days is already very lenient."

She spoke in one breath, each point carrying significant weight.

Grandma was stunned.

She originally thought that it was already an extraordinary blessing for her grandson to become a disciple of Nuwa.

did not expect……

Shennong?

Chi You?

The torch?

These names, which only exist in ancient legends, are actually connected to his grandson?

Is this still the ordinary yet extraordinary little grandson she remembers?

Grandma couldn't help but rub her temples and ask the question that had been bothering her: "Then what did he say just now... that going to the underworld also requires time to make arrangements?"

She didn't think Qin Le would deliberately shirk his responsibilities. This child had always been kind-hearted, and he would do his best to help his loved ones if they asked for his help.

But Qin Le's troubled expression just now didn't seem fake.

This puzzled her.

Lin Wanrou thought for a moment and offered an explanation: "Perhaps... he himself hasn't fully realized just how much 'weight' he really has right now."

As the mother, she knew her son's condition best.

The appearance of the goddess Nuwa certainly changed many things, but Qin Le was still the same Qin Le at heart, and her temperament had not changed much.

Now, Qin Le has simply escaped the worry of his lifespan and is living a more relaxed life than before.

As for the various changes that have occurred in the outside world because of him, he himself doesn't seem to care much about them, nor has he ever deliberately considered them.

"This...is actually a good thing."

Grandma pondered for a moment, then a smile of relief crept onto her lips.

In her view, even if Qin Le were to rise to the top and become a disciple of a sage, he would still be able to maintain his original heart, which is more precious than anything else.

If it were someone else, suddenly gaining such status and power, many would likely become arrogant and lose their humanity.

"That's right, just like me." Lin Wanrou said with an air of self-righteous pride.

Grandma glanced at her and said indifferently, "Aren't you ashamed to say that?"

"It's just stating the facts, why are you blushing?" Lin Wanrou said confidently.

"You..." Grandma shook her head helplessly, she really had no way to deal with this daughter.

The mother and daughter chatted idly at home while waiting for news from Qin Le.

About an hour later, Grandma suddenly shuddered, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Lin Wanrou asked curiously upon seeing this.

Grandma opened her mouth, her voice trembling noticeably: "Xiao Le... he's already taken care of it."

Just a moment ago, she clearly felt the Heavenly Marriage Certificate that was connected to her soul...

The restraints have disappeared.

The contract has been dissolved.

"Isn't this... a bit too fast?" Lin Wanrou was also stunned.

She knew her son should be able to handle it, but she didn't expect it to be so fast!

I've been out for less than two hours.

That... solves it?

Going out for a meal would take more than this, wouldn't it?

Choosing a restaurant, ordering food, waiting for the food to be served... which of these tasks is easy?

In the short time it takes to eat a meal, Qin Le traveled from the mortal realm to the underworld and accomplished what her mother had worried about for ten years but was powerless to do.

This efficiency is frighteningly fast!

the other side.

Qin Le stepped out of his house, and with a slight thought, he appeared in front of the Alliance headquarters building. His home was not far from the Alliance, less than five kilometers away, so a spatial teleportation was enough.

After being informed, he was quickly led to the Jade Emperor's office.

The Jade Emperor, dressed in a crisp Zhongshan suit, greeted him with a gentle smile and asked, "What brings you here? Is there something you need?"

"Your Majesty, I need to go to the Underworld now." Qin Le got straight to the point, without any pleasantries: "Could you please open a door for me?"

His tone was calm, but the seriousness in his eyes was unmistakable.

To be honest, he had never seen his mother, Lin Wanrou, look so anxious and pleading. This made him determined to resolve the matter as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Seeing Qin Le's expression, the Jade Emperor didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded knowingly: "Alright."

After speaking, he raised his hand and flicked his finger, and a soft golden light disappeared into the void in front of him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Qin Le said sincerely.

"It's alright." The Jade Emperor smiled understandingly. "Family ties are always hard to sever."

Although he didn't know the specific reason, he could roughly guess why Qin Le went to the underworld for matters of family affection.

Soon, a spatial portal with a dark, shimmering edge quietly appeared, and from within it, a serene and slightly cool aura unique to the underworld emanated.

"Your Majesty, farewell." Qin Le bowed respectfully, then stepped inside without further delay.

As soon as his figure disappeared, the spatial gate closed silently. The Jade Emperor shook his head slightly, smiled gently, and continued to attend to his official duties.

The moment they passed through the portal, the surrounding light dimmed and the temperature dropped a few degrees.

Qin Le steadied himself and looked up. In front of him was a majestic and ancient pass. On the plaque hanging high above the gate tower were three large characters written in ancient seal script: "Ghost Gate Pass".

Two figures were already waiting quietly at the gate.

Both men were dressed as ancient constables, one in white and the other in black. The one in white wore a tall hat with the inscription "Seeing him brings wealth"; the one in black also wore a tall hat with the inscription "Peace throughout the land."

Without needing an introduction, Qin Le knew who the visitor was—it was none other than the infamous Black and White Impermanence from the underworld.

"Little one, come with us."

The White Impermanence had a gaunt face with a faint smile on his lips and a calm voice.

"Thank you for showing me the way, seniors." Qin Le bowed respectfully.

"You're too kind." Black Impermanence's voice was slightly low as he waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

The two said no more and turned to lead the way. Qin Le followed closely behind, and as they passed through the gates of hell, the scene before him suddenly changed.

Beneath my feet lies a shimmering bluestone path, with shadowy figures moving silently by the roadside, and in the distance, the outlines of continuous palaces appearing and disappearing in the light mist.

Before long, they arrived at a magnificent and solemn hall.

Above the main gate hangs a plaque that reads: Yama's Palace.

Stepping into the hall, the light became much brighter, a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere outside.

The interior of the hall was furnished in a simple and elegant style, without the grotesque and terrifying scene one might have imagined. The person seated behind the altar at the very top of the hall was even more of a surprise to Qin Le.

He was a rather handsome middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe and wearing a crown. His demeanor was dignified yet refined, quite different from the image of the blue-faced, fanged Yama in folk legends.

He is the King of Hell who rules this palace.