When Fuhuan arrived at Lengyuan’s palace, Lengyuan wasn’t inside. She sighed and was about to turn and leave when she saw Lengyuan walking unhurriedly toward the palace.

Upon seeing Fuhuan, Lengyuan was momentarily stunned, then her face broke into a smile. “Huan’er, you’re here.”

Fuhuan nodded and stepped forward to affectionately link arms with Lengyuan. “Yes, it’s been a few days. Did my sister miss me?”

“Of course. These past few days…” Lengyuan looked at Fuhuan, paused briefly, then continued slowly, “These past few days, how has the Lord of the Underworld treated you?”

At the mention of Siqing, Fuhuan pouted. “It’s been fine. He hasn’t mistreated me.”

“Isn’t this Lord of the Underworld known to be strict? Since you’re officially there for punishment, he shouldn’t be too lenient with you.”

“Huan’er, there’s no need to only report the good and hide the bad when facing your sister.” As Lengyuan spoke, she gazed at Fuhuan with concern.

Fuhuan smiled lightly, looking up to meet Lengyuan’s gaze. “I think you all imagine this Lord of the Underworld to be too severe. He’s not that difficult to get along with.”

Fuhuan thought about how she made red bean porridge for him every day, and Siqing was courteous enough to eat it. Sometimes when she grew tired of grinding ink and sneaked away to rest, Siqing would turn a blind eye.

…

…

All things considered, he truly treated her quite favorably.

As Fuhuan thought this, she failed to notice the deeper meaning in Lengyuan’s eyes and her slightly clenched fingers.

“If that’s the case, then your sister can be at ease. I was worried you might suffer in the Underworld.” Lengyuan curved her lips in a faint smile.

Fuhuan sat to the side, feeling for some reason that Lengyuan seemed preoccupied today and somewhat distant toward her.

After sitting for a while, Fuhuan checked the time. Seeing that the half hour she had agreed upon with Siqing was almost up, she stood to bid farewell to Lengyuan.

Seeing she was about to leave, Lengyuan stood up. “Huan’er, I’m still uneasy about you being in a place like the Underworld. In a few days, I’ll come visit you there.”

“That would be great. I’ll wait for you to come.” Fuhuan agreed with a smile.

“Mm, you can go now.”

Fuhuan nodded and then left Lengyuan’s palace.

Behind her, Lengyuan watched Fuhuan’s retreating figure, the smile in her eyes gradually fading. In her mind appeared Siqing’s peerlessly elegant countenance. She pressed her red lips together and called out, “Fuling.”

“Supreme Deity Lengyuan.” Following Youlan’s orders, Fuling had been by Lengyuan’s side these past few days.

“Your master guessed correctly. This Supreme Deity agrees to her proposal, however…”

Fuling looked at Lengyuan.

“However, not a hair on my sister’s head must be harmed.” Lengyuan swept her gaze over Fuling, her eyes tinged with sharpness.

“Please rest assured, Supreme Deity. Immortal Lord Youlan made this decision entirely out of gratitude for the kindness Supreme Deity Lengyuan once showed her, which is why she made this decision to help Supreme Deity Lengyuan.” Fuling said.

Lengyuan nodded slightly and waved her hand, signaling Fuling to leave.

Speaking of her kindness to Youlan, it was but a small favor. She hadn’t expected that woman to remember it for so long…

Finishing her thoughts, Lengyuan laughed coldly.

Between women, when it came to men, what sentiment could there be? Youlan was treating her like a fool, using the pretext of repaying a favor to manipulate her into removing Fuhuan as a love rival. How calculating.

But she, Lengyuan, was no fool either.

…

When Fuhuan arrived at the place where she had parted from Siqing, several celestial officials had already walked out, gathering in small groups to talk. Fuhuan looked around but didn’t see Siqing.

After a while, she saw her Purple Subtlety Father emerge from inside.

Upon seeing the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety, Fuhuan immediately walked over. “Purple Subtlety Father!”

This call of “Father” was not soft, causing some celestial officials who hadn’t gone far to stop and look over, then exchange amused glances.

The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety frowned and glared at Fuhuan.

“Father.” Fuhuan changed her form of address with a smile.

The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety nodded, approached her, and looked her up and down. “These past few days in the Underworld, have you suffered any hardships?”

“Why does everyone ask me that?” Fuhuan felt she couldn’t resist defending Siqing properly.

“Come to think of it, with your mischievous nature, it’s not certain who would come out worse.” Seeing her response, the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety knew she hadn’t suffered and felt relieved.

Fuhuan curved her lips. “Has father been well these days?”

Fuhuan had initially wanted to ask about the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety’s health, considering the recent signs of ascension that had been resolved by Siqing’s life-extending technique. She wondered if there were any aftereffects.

But as the words reached her lips, she felt such a question would be too obvious, so she changed her approach.

“Mm, nothing significant.” The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety said.

“That’s good. Uncle Heavenly Emperor sent me to the Underworld to monitor Siqing. I don’t know when I’ll be allowed to return.” Fuhuan folded her arms, leaned against a pillar, and spoke softly.

Hearing this, the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety reached out and poked her forehead. “It’s good for you to gain some experience. Otherwise, you’re too idle and relaxed every day, staying in that Phoenix Feather Pavilion, who knows what you’re up to.”

“Also…”

“Who did you use the star formation array on last night?”

At this question, Fuhuan was slightly taken aback. “How did Father know I activated the star formation array?”

“When this array is used, the star formation undergoes a slight change. Besides, I only told one person about it—if it wasn’t you who activated it, who else could it be?” The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety gave Fuhuan a sidelong glance.

Fuhuan pouted. So this array wasn’t very useful after all; her every move was being monitored by her Purple Subtlety Father.

Moreover, the person trapped in the array was Youlan, who was one of the Ten Yama Kings. If her Purple Subtlety Father found out, she would be in for a scolding.

“Tell me, who did you trap in there?” The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety’s tone deepened.

The Underworld was Siqing’s territory. If she acted on impulse and trapped someone in the array, and if Siqing were to investigate, it would be no small trouble.

Then, what was supposed to be pretend training might turn into real punishment.

Fuhuan pressed her lips together, feeling somewhat at a loss for how to respond. Just then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Siqing walking out of the Heavenly Emperor’s great hall. She hurriedly went to meet him, running a few steps before looking back at the Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety. “Father, I can’t talk anymore. The Lord of the Underworld is here.”

With that, she quickly ran toward Siqing.

The Great Emperor of Purple Subtlety sighed and shook his head helplessly at this reckless child.

…

As she ran to Siqing’s side, Fuhuan was still slightly out of breath. She had nearly failed to escape her Purple Subtlety Father’s questioning. If he knew she had trapped Immortal Lord Youlan in the array, he would certainly not let her off lightly.

Lost in these thoughts, Fuhuan didn’t notice how close she had gotten to Siqing when she ran to his side—her sleeve was touching his.

As a result, all her inner thoughts were once again heard by Siqing.

Siqing turned to look at Fuhuan and said flatly, “Was the array trapping Youlan set by you?”

“…” Fuhuan was stunned. Had Youlan gone to complain to Siqing?

“Nothing in the Underworld escapes my notice.” Siqing glanced at Fuhuan. “This morning, I already removed that star formation array.”

Removed…

Fuhuan frowned slightly. Hadn’t her Purple Subtlety Father said he had only told her about the array?

“Fuhuan, it’s fine to do mischief, but don’t make yourself so obvious.” Siqing raised an eyebrow with a faint smile.

“…”

Fuhuan felt she had met her match.

No, she was no match for Siqing at all…

However, from the Lord of the Underworld’s tone, it seemed he had no intention of punishing her.

Thinking back to yesterday when he smashed Youlan’s red bean porridge, it was quite a scene of unrequited affection.

Those women were something—how could they properly fall for such a cold block of wood? Fierce temperament and strange personality—aside from his passable face, what else was there to like?

She truly couldn’t understand.

Beside her, someone who sensed Fuhuan’s inner thoughts darkened his entire face and said in a gloomy voice, “Before leaving just now, the Heavenly Emperor specifically kept me back to discuss you.”

“Me?” Fuhuan pointed at herself.

“Mm.” Siqing nodded. “He said you’re too mischievous and told me to keep you in check.”

Fuhuan pressed her lips together and said in a subdued voice, “How do you plan to do that?”

“Starting today, you’ll return to the Eighteenth Level of Hell to be an executioner.” After speaking, Siqing vanished.

Fuhuan was stunned. Executioner?

…

Upon reaching the Underworld, Fuhuan had thought Siqing was joking, but unexpectedly, as soon as they returned to the Underworld, he sent her to the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

As soon as she entered this dark and putrid place, Fuhuan felt uncomfortable all over.

Not to mention, the Eighteenth Level of Hell was under Youlan’s jurisdiction.

“Supreme Deity Fuhuan.” Upon seeing Fuhuan, Youlan approached with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

Fuhuan nodded without saying much.

“The master’s verbal order has been given. Today, Supreme Deity Fuhuan will carry out punishments here.” Youlan paused, then lowered her voice. “I see Supreme Deity Fuhuan looks quite well today. Using physical discomfort as an excuse again would be unbecoming of a Supreme Deity.”

As Youlan spoke, she ordered a little ghost to open an iron door.

Fuhuan snickered, flicked her wrist to summon pliers from a neighboring iron door, and toyed with them in her palm. “I wonder if these pliers are used for cutting the tongues of gossiping women?”

Youlan didn’t say anything more. After giving Fuhuan a meaningful look, she turned away with a smile.

Fuhuan watched Youlan’s retreating figure, tossed the pliers aside, and stepped through the iron door.

She realized this was the first time in her life she had disliked someone so intensely.

Being one of the Ten Yama Kings was nothing to be so arrogant about!

Executioner—wasn’t it just carrying out punishments?

She refused to believe she couldn’t do it.

Fuming, Fuhuan picked up the saw from the ground and walked toward the person bound tightly before her. As she got closer, Fuhuan raised the saw but felt at a loss for where to begin.

“Mercy, please have mercy…”

Hearing the cries and pleas of the person before her, Fuhuan felt a headache coming on. Just as she was about to put down the saw, she remembered the records in Siqing’s book from that day.

These people were all evildoers.

With this thought, Fuhuan hardened her heart, gripped the saw tightly, and brought it down toward the person’s shoulder…

Just as the saw touched the person’s shoulder, Fuhuan’s wrist suddenly hurt, and she lost her grip on the saw, which fell to the ground.

Fuhuan clutched her wrist and looked toward the iron door, only to see Siqing standing there, though she didn’t know when he had arrived.

“Come out!”