For the next two days, Fuhuan stayed within Phoenix Feather Pavilion, not stepping out at all.

After the five-day assembly ended, Fuhuan began to handle the relocation of Phoenix Feather Pavilion.

“Young Mistress, there’s a junior disciple named Shaoguang looking for you outside,” Ziyu came over to inform Fuhuan.

Hearing it was Shaoguang, Fuhuan nodded. “Let him in.”

“Very well.”

Soon after, Shaoguang appeared in Fuhuan’s courtyard. Upon seeing Fuhuan, his eyes immediately narrowed into slits with a smile.

“Greetings, Supreme Deity Fuhuan!” Shaoguang bowed to Fuhuan.

“Why have you come?” Fuhuan casually poured a cup of water for Shaoguang and handed it to him.

Shaoguang accepted it with a sheepish smile. “This humble immortal is here on the orders of the Qinghua Emperor to escort Supreme Deity Fuhuan to Miaoyan Palace to report for duty.”

…

…

“Supreme Deity Fuhuan is now the Qinghua Emperor’s disciple and should follow him for training.”

Fuhuan understood. This was inevitable, something she couldn’t escape.

“Elder Madame Yu, I’ll be staying at Miaoyan Palace for a while. I’ll leave the relocation of Phoenix Feather Pavilion to you,” Fuhuan said to Ziyu.

Ziyu nodded. “Don’t worry, Young Mistress. I’ll take care of everything at Phoenix Feather Pavilion. During your training period, remember to take care of yourself.”

“Mm, I’ll be leaving now.”

…

The Eastern Supreme Miaoyan Palace, located at the Eastern Celestial Gate, had purple mist and auspicious light filling the sky above the entire palace, with immortal energy surging, all radiating blessed and auspicious light.

Shaoguang led Fuhuan through the main entrance of Miaoyan Palace. As soon as they entered, Fuhuan could feel the auspicious energy hitting her face, along with a series of bell sounds coming from a distance.

“This is my first time here,” Fuhuan remarked as they walked.

“How is it? Don’t you think it’s solemn and majestic, yet incredibly magnificent?” Shaoguang gestured toward the entire palace.

Fuhuan nodded in agreement and followed Shaoguang into the main hall.

In the main hall, the Qinghua Emperor sat in the main seat, wearing a cyan robe with auspicious cloud patterns. Two rows of disciples stood neatly below his seat.

After taking her position, Fuhuan bowed down and knelt, performing a grand salute to the Qinghua Emperor.

“You may rise,” the Qinghua Emperor raised his hand.

“Since the Heavenly Emperor has given the order, from today onwards, you will train under me. During the training period, if there is any misconduct, I will administer punishment according to Celestial Realm law,” the Qinghua Emperor spoke clearly.

Fuhuan nodded in acknowledgment.

“Very well, first accompany me to the mortal realm to retrieve an immortal soul.” With that, the Qinghua Emperor stood up, walked down the steps, and headed out of the main hall.

Before they exited, an immortal child ran in from outside, sweating profusely. “Heavenly Lord, the immortal soul that was to be collected today has been mistakenly taken by the Netherworld. By now, they might have already been sent for punishment.”

“How could this happen again?” The Qinghua Emperor sighed. “Didn’t I say to have someone keep a close watch?”

With that, he walked out hurriedly.

Fuhuan quickly followed, frowning slightly. Were they going to the Netherworld?

…

Moments later, Fuhuan and the Qinghua Emperor appeared at the entrance of the Netherworld.

Without waiting for the little ghost at the Netherworld’s entrance to go in and announce them, the Qinghua Emperor had already flashed inside and walked quickly inward. After walking for a while, they saw a man coming out of the mansion of the Ten Lords of Hell.

“Tangnei,” the Qinghua Emperor called out to the man.

The man turned around. Upon seeing the Qinghua Emperor, he hurriedly bowed. “Tangnei pays respects to the Qinghua Emperor.”

“Today, there’s an immortal soul destined for a celestial position that was accidentally collected by your Netherworld. Take me now to bring that person out,” the Qinghua Emperor said.

Hearing this, Tangnei’s expression became more serious. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a register. “Who is the person the Heavenly Lord is referring to, by surname and given name?”

“Shangguan Yihua.”

Tangnei flipped through the register. “Not good, this person has already been taken to the sixth level of hell. Heavenly Lord, please follow me to the sixth level first.”

The Qinghua Emperor nodded.

After walking a few steps, he remembered that Fuhuan was still there and turned back to instruct, “Wait for me here.”

“Yes, Master.”

After the Qinghua Emperor and Tangnei left, Fuhuan looked around and noticed that the plaque outside the Youlan’s former residence, the Youfu, had been removed, and the entire mansion now stood vacant.

With this thought, Fuhuan walked a few steps forward and saw a path leading to a back garden.

What was that place?

Fuhuan curiously walked over. Although she had stayed in the Netherworld for a few days, apart from Siqing’s study, she hadn’t been to any other places.

As she walked, Fuhuan realized that this path’s terrain was winding and complex. She had gotten lost and didn’t know which way to go to return to her starting point.

Well, she might as well continue forward.

After walking for quite a while longer, Fuhuan became increasingly alarmed, seeing that the surroundings were deserted. She frowned, turned back, intending to find her way back.

Just as she turned, her peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.

“Awoo.”

The Ink Qilin suddenly appeared in front of Fuhuan. It seemed delighted to see her, rubbing its head against Fuhuan’s leg, then biting her skirt hem, dragging her in a certain direction.

Fuhuan raised an eyebrow and followed behind the Ink Qilin.

After walking a bit more, the Ink Qilin stopped with Fuhuan at a bamboo grove. As they stood there, Fuhuan could hear the sound of flowing water coming from within the bamboo grove.

And at this moment, the Ink Qilin’s figure disappeared.

Fuhuan didn’t know the Ink Qilin’s intention in bringing her here. She walked gently into the bamboo grove. After not walking far, she saw smoke rising slowly from behind a rock.

At this moment, a figure with his back to her was leaning against the rock wall, his black hair wet and falling on his shoulders, surrounded by swirling mist, full of an immortal aura.

Seeing this scene, Fuhuan quickly hid behind a rockery, poking her head out to look at the hot spring pool.

Tsk tsk tsk, she had stumbled upon Siqing bathing. This Ink Qilin knew how to lead the way.

Fuhuan watched for a while, seeing that Siqing hadn’t discovered her. She simply stepped out without a care, sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching Siqing’s back, her lips full of a rich smile.

Ah, what a windfall.

“Does Supreme Deity Fuhuan enjoy peeping at people bathing?” After a long time, the beautiful man in the bath finally spoke.

Hearing this voice, Fuhuan’s smile froze, her mouth twitched, and she prepared to fly away.

Before she could fly up, she felt a strong force fixing her waist, and then her body rapidly retreated backward, falling into a warm embrace by the pool.

“Why have you come here?” Siqing confined Fuhuan in his arms, leaning down to ask by her ear.

Feeling that the person holding her wasn’t wearing clothes, Fuhuan’s face flushed. She pointed at the Ink Qilin, who had suddenly walked into the bamboo grove. “I came to your Netherworld on business and got lost. Your Ink Qilin brought me here.”

“Oh? Is that so? If you were lost, why did you watch me for a full hour?” Siqing was in a particularly good mood today, teasing her with interest.

Hearing this, Fuhuan’s face burned like a monkey’s bottom. This annoying man had known all along that she was peeping. How mischievous!

“Let me go quickly. I need to go back. I’ll never come to your Netherworld again!” Fuhuan spoke with puffed cheeks.

“Oh.” Upon hearing this, someone suddenly released his hands holding Fuhuan.

“Splash…” Fuhuan, being released, fell into the pool completely unprepared.

After climbing out of the pool, Fuhuan wiped the water droplets from her face and glared at Siqing. “Why did you throw me into the pool?”

“You told me to let you go,” someone said innocently.

“…” Someone gritted her teeth.

…

When leaving the Netherworld, the Qinghua Emperor looked at Fuhuan with surprise. “Where did you go? Why are you soaking wet all over?”

“I took a wrong turn and accidentally fell into water,” Fuhuan said, her face darkening as she looked glumly at someone who had come out fully dressed to see them off.

Hearing this, Siqing smiled accordingly. “The terrain of the Netherworld is complex. It would be better if Supreme Deity Fuhuan doesn’t wander around in the future.”

“Thank you for the advice, Lord Nether God.” Fuhuan bent slightly, giving Siqing a bow.

The Qinghua Emperor looked at the two of them, feeling that the atmosphere between them was somewhat strange, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was strange.

“We’ve troubled Lord Nether God today, but in our line of work, sometimes misunderstandings are inevitable. It’s truly regrettable,” the Qinghua Emperor sighed. This wasn’t the first time such things had happened.

Siqing smiled. “The Netherworld will do its best to cooperate with the Qinghua Emperor. After all, we also hope that there will be fewer and fewer people in the Netherworld.”

“That’s true. Well, we’ve troubled you today.” The Qinghua Emperor nodded to Siqing and then walked towards the exit of the Netherworld.

Fuhuan followed behind the Qinghua Emperor. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head back, glared at Siqing, and made a face.

Siqing looked at her and shook his head helplessly.

After the Qinghua Emperor and Fuhuan left, Tangnei’s figure appeared, walking to Siqing’s side, his eyes revealing fear and concern. “It was my subordinate’s fault today for ordering the mistaken capture of an immortal soul. Please punish me, Lord.”

“How long have you been in the Netherworld?” Siqing glanced at Tangnei, his tone neutral, without any sign of pleasure or anger.

Hearing this, Tangnei was greatly alarmed in his heart and hurriedly knelt. “Please punish me, Lord. I promise it won’t happen again…”

“From today onwards, I will promote you to be the head of the Ten Lords of Hell. I see everything you all do, so continue to work hard.” After speaking, Siqing smiled at Tangnei, patted his shoulder lightly, looking quite pleased.

Even after Siqing left, Tangnei still hadn’t processed his words.

Was the Lord Nether God saying that from now on, he would be the head of the Ten Lords of Hell?

But hadn’t he made a mistake? Not only did the Lord not punish him, but he also promoted him?

This, this, this…

Tangnei stood in place, unable to understand.

…

After staying at Miaoyan Palace for ten days, Fuhuan discovered that she had never been to a place so frequently—

The Netherworld.

During her ten days at Miaoyan Palace, the Netherworld had mistakenly captured immortal souls three times. She had gone once with the Qinghua Emperor and once with Shaoguang.

Today, the Qinghua Emperor asked her to bring back an immortal soul alone.

According to Shaoguang, before Siqing took office, the Netherworld often mistakenly captured immortal souls. Several times it was as extreme as two or three mistakes in a day, and there had even been the absurd incident of an immortal soul being sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

After Siqing took office, such things never happened again. However, since Fuhuan had arrived, it had become frequent.

Shaoguang knew about the subtle relationship between Fuhuan and Siqing—he had witnessed it firsthand in the Jade Ancient Forest. So, regarding these recent strange events, he understood but didn’t speak of it.

…

At this moment, Fuhuan’s figure appeared at the gate of the Netherworld. Before she could speak, the little ghost had already opened the gate for her, letting her enter…