e punishment in the underworld. Contributing lifespan to compensate for this is precisely what the gods responsible for rewarding good and punishing evil use to supplement life spans. What's wrong wit...Mr. Zhao looked terrible, I suspected he had come out from the Underworld and been used by the Ox King to sharpen his blade.

He isn't a good person either. After my brother stirred the pot, he might go and fight that woman in red to his death. That look... he was definitely killed by her.

To see familiar faces in this place stirs up a multitude of emotions. Any resentment I had is completely gone.

Besides, he had already drunk the Meng Po Soup and was slowly moving towards the Nai He Bridge under the guidance of a ghost messenger.

Jiang Qiyun stood on the platform of the Wanguo Terrace, looking down at the line of people slowly moving below. He said in a faint voice: "There are thousands of glories in life, and after death, it is just a handful of yellow earth. The more they indulge in pleasure, the earlier they die."

"Huh"

I recalled those news stories I often saw, about certain billionaires in their sixties or seventies, suffering from illness and being surrounded by women and children vying for their wealth.

And some scientists, founding generals, and so on, are often long-lived.

Firstly, the latter was clear-minded and detached from worldly desires, focusing on his goals. Having seen through storms and bloodshed throughout his life, although he had both achievements and faults, overall, he benefited future generations.

"The Underworld must have some leniency towards such people, right" I whispered.

Jiang Qiyun nodded: "Rewarding good and punishing evil is the right way. People's hearts are changeable, and it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong in the world. Most people hurt others and accumulate all kinds of karmic obstacles. They always feel wronged and want others to suffer too... This is very foolish."

“A person with a strong heart, calm and composed, cultivates their inner being. Their aura naturally emanates outwards, deterring those who would dare to offend them, and lessening their own karmic obstacles... The scientists and generals you mentioned are examples of this principle... A general's success often comes at the cost of many lives. They accumulate significant karma, but nowadays, people haven't experienced war, so they lack the "merit" these individuals possess. As long as they remain detached from fame, fortune, and power, their blessings and longevity will naturally increase.”

"Well... are you here to give me a lesson" I said with a smile.

He shook his head slightly: "You don't need to take this class. You may not be able to articulate these reasons, but you won't make the wrong choice."

Yes, I understand that a person's fate is like a big tree.

When a big tree is growing, every choice is like a branch. If you don't go astray, you can reach the top of this tree.

"Let's go, don't worry about that dilapidated ghost. As long as it doesn't concern us, how people scheme and fight in the human world has nothing to do with us." Jiang Qiyun pulled my hand, ready to turn and leave.

The Mengpo Goddess appeared at the foot of the stairway to the Wujian Platform, cane in hand. Seeing Jiang Qiyun materialize his magical spell, she cried out, "Great Emperor, please wait! It's rare for you to visit the Wujian Platform once. At least allow this old woman to offer you tea!"

Jiang Qiyun lightly smiled, "Next time, let the young mistress come for a drink. She likes it here."

"Pffft... Don't push me away! I just want to chat with you, the gossip hub of the universe."

He unceremoniously pulled me into the gate. I don't know where this gate led, but when I came out, I almost fainted from shock —

How tall! Are celestial beings and gods all fond of standing at such heights

And there were many people coming and going here. We appeared in an inconspicuous corner. A little further out was a cliff.

"Píngxiāndǐng, it's been many years since I last came..." He frowned slightly.

I gazed at the tourists in the distance, looking left and right, and asked, "Which fairy mountain is this"

"Five Peaks Reign Supreme, what do you think" He shook his head discontentedly. "In the mortal world nowadays, where are there any immortal mountains Everywhere is filled with people. It's only been a few decades... With the land peaceful, mortals seek entertainment everywhere."

"So that's why you've been occupying Mu Wanchen's Nanshan, is it" I teased.

He also found it rather amusing: "It's just borrowing, not occupying. Of course, how many years you borrow for is up to you."

"Why would you want to take Mu Wanchen as your disciple You don't seem like someone who enjoys educating disciples..."

He pondered for a moment before replying in a soft tone: "Perhaps it's his fate. He has exceptional talent and is among the best of all the great witch kings throughout history. However, he also lives in a time of immense change. I fear this lineage might disappear like this. All I can do is guide him on his path, giving him more time to handle the burdens on his shoulders."

Jiang Qiyun's compassion often doesn't show. If you don't delve deep, he won't mention a shred of it.

"Is the Eastern Mountain Emperor also a deity of the underworld Should you go say hello when you're here"

Jiang Qiyun glanced at me lightly: "What's the greeting, you often see each other in the underworld, no need... I just want to take you out for a walk."

"Why"

Could it be that we won't see each other anymore Going to Nanshan isn't like being imprisoned. It's quite comfortable there, and if I want to return home, it's just a matter of a spell.

“There’s no particular reason, I just see you running around everywhere. I can't always be with you. Today is the festival of offerings to the four directions, so it’s good to bring you along to have a look. In the future, when you travel to all corners of the world, even the gods in various underworld temples won't dare to treat you lightly.” Jiang Qiyun said calmly.

Why say things so far away...

"You're not going to sit and forget something again, are you" I asked warily.

He smiled: “I told you not to overthink things, it’s just some feelings about time passing… last time you were arguing with me, crying and blaming me, now you can calmly stand here and look at the scenery, the people.”

He spoke, his hand hidden in mine within the folds of his sleeve.

Slightly cool.

"Xiao Qiao, the two words 'pure' and 'clean' are not so easy. You've decided to go into cultivation, if it isn't necessary, don't worry about worldly matters anymore. The Shen family and the Mu family are all external things, and relatives you don't need to worry about."

He spoke slowly, his words drifting on the cool mountain breeze. We stood atop the towering Pinnacle of Heavenly Immortals, where the wind whipped at his robes and sleeves, creating a fleeting illusion of him soaring away like a bird returning to its nest.

He once said long ago: "A son returns home, to the silent southern mountains."

From that moment on, he had already started making arrangements for this. Even the immortal gods had their own selfish motives; they secretly prepared for a lifetime together while I was still blaming him for being cold.

When you stand higher and have greater abilities, you can see more scenery and overlook more entanglements. People envy immortals who ride the wind and soar through the clouds with long lifespans, but they don't see the immortals' state of mind—free from greed, resentment, sorrow, and naturally tranquil and at ease.

"Can you see the past" I asked with a smile.

"What do you want to see"

“I want to see my grandfather forcibly marry my grandmother, I want to see my dad elope with my mom... there are too many things like that.”

"...Yesterday's day is gone, I don't advise you to look at these... However, if your mind is already calm and indifferent, it doesn't matter if you look. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, there will naturally be boundless magical power... You spend three days fishing and two days drying nets now, when will you be able to see"

I wanted to object, but a shout interrupted us.

A security guard roared, "What are you doing standing there! Come over here! You're young, don't do anything stupid!!"

"..."

>ed to be around seventy years old, with most of his hair white. He was wearing an old-fashioned cotton coat and a pair of cotton shoes, dressed very plainly.But his eyes were bright and sharp, looking...