Chapter 138: Luo Wushuang, the Demon King of Chaos!

Luo Wushuang had spent what felt like an eternity wandering the Road to the Yellow Springs in a daze. Having failed to find even a glimpse of the person she sought, her patience had long since evaporated.

After nearly upending Granny Meng’s cauldron, Luo Wushuang loomed over the old woman, her voice dripping with sinister intent.

“Old hag, I’m asking you one last time. Are you absolutely certain you didn’t force Sister to drink your garbage soup?”

Granny Meng stared at Luo Wushuang, who looked ready to flip the entire stall at the slightest disagreement. The old woman waved her hands frantically, making a desperate vow.

“No, no! I swear upon my old bones, I truly never gave that Shangguan girl my soup!”

Luo Wushuang frowned, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Then why is it that despite searching the Underworld for so long, I still haven’t found a trace of Sister?”

Faced with such a high-pressure interrogation, the habitually honest Granny Meng was clearly reaching her breaking point…

On the Bridge of Helplessness, the ghost guards patrolling the area noticed the commotion. They rushed over, their iron chains clanking and rattling in the gloom.

However, the moment they saw who was causing the disturbance, their expressions became incredibly strained.

Why is it this Little Ancestor again?

They had wondered why the rest of the Underworld had been so uncharacteristically quiet today. It turned out this rowdy dragon soul had run off to Granny Meng’s place to cause a scene.

Had they known it was her, they wouldn’t have come even if their lives depended on it.

Their tenure in the Nether Realm was relatively short, so they didn’t know much about her former identity or how powerful she once was. However, based on her track record over the past twenty days—beating up ghost guards, nearly flipping Granny Meng’s cauldron several times, and even tearing down the walls of the Nether Lord’s palace—she was already a legend. She had even come close to skewering the Nether Lord’s mount, the Magic Phoenix, to make a giant kebab.

From those feats alone, it was clear: this woman was absolutely not to be trifled with.

The lead ghost guard hesitated, searching for an excuse to leave, but when he looked up, he met Granny Meng’s pleading gaze.

His eyes darted to the cauldron that Granny Meng was shielding with her life, and he immediately understood why the old woman looked so deathly pale.

Letting out a long sigh in his heart, the ghost guard rubbed his translucent hands together and approached with a fawning smile.

“Your Majesty! Why have you come here to cause trouble again?”

The guard hoped to coax her away from the bridge…

But as soon as he spoke, he was met with Luo Wushuang’s icy stare.

“Where is Sister? Didn’t you say a few days ago that I would see her soon?”

The guard’s neck shrank back as she glared at him. He quickly explained, “Didn’t I tell you? Your Lady Shangguan hasn’t arrived in the Underworld yet. The moment she does, we will notify you immediately.”

Luo Wushuang’s brow furrowed even deeper. “Sister is dead. Why hasn’t she come to the Underworld? Is it because of some lingering obsession?”

Could it be that Sister was dissatisfied with how she had handled the Shangguan family, and was thus unwilling to enter the Underworld?

Luo Wushuang suddenly felt that merely executing the nine clans was perhaps too lenient. Before she entered the Imperial Tomb, she should have found a group of monks and Taoist priests to perform rituals to ensure the spirits of those beasts from the Shangguan family were tortured for eternity…

Seeing Luo Wushuang’s expression grow colder and more murderous, the guard shook his head helplessly, his face full of misery.

“We really don’t know!”

Luo Wushuang’s agitation boiled over. “Don’t you have Envoys of Death? Can’t you just bring Sister’s soul here?”

At that moment, the Envoys of Death happened to be passing by. They didn’t even care about the souls they had just reaped; they turned tail to bolt, but Luo Wushuang’s sharp eyes caught them.

Luo Wushuang let out a cold laugh and raised her leg, poised to kick Granny Meng’s soup cauldron…

Granny Meng’s pupils shrank. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Envoys! Get your asses over here right now!!!”

The fleeing Black and White Messengers stumbled, instinctively covering their ears.

While complaining in their hearts that it was a tragedy Granny Meng didn’t become a singer in the mortal world with those high notes, they resignedly walked back.

The Black and White Messengers sluggishly approached Luo Wushuang. With a darkened face, she demanded, “Why haven’t you brought Sister’s soul to the Underworld?”

The two messengers exchanged a look, both wearing bitter smiles.

Had they not tried to reap her soul? They had gone the moment Shangguan Liqian died. Who could have known that after a slight delay on the road, they would find this God of Slaughter holding the body in her arms?

Luo Wushuang’s Kingly Aura had been so overwhelming that they couldn’t even get close.

Once the seven days of the mourning period passed, Shangguan Liqian became a wandering ghost, falling outside their jurisdiction for soul reaping. Unless someone guided her into the Nether Realm, she would either become a vengeful spirit haunting a region or gradually dissipate into nothingness.

But without orders from the Nether Lord, they didn’t know if they should tell this “Little Demon King.”

While the Black and White Messengers were caught in a dilemma, Luo Wushuang took a deep breath and changed her question.

“How is Sister doing in the mortal world?”

Whenever Shangguan Liqian was mentioned, a flicker of light finally returned to Luo Wushuang’s eyes, and her tone softened.

“Let me see how Sister is doing in the world of the living, and I won’t make things difficult for you today. Otherwise… no one will ever know peace again!”

Hearing the Little Demon King’s “gentle” threat, the ghost guards present broke out in a cold sweat.

This Little Demon King was troublesome, but she was a woman of her word. If she said no one would know peace, she meant it.

The Black and White Messengers looked at each other again. Finally, the Black Messenger gritted his teeth and pulled out the Mirror of Life and Death.

The mirror’s surface flickered for a moment before emitting a faint, eerie glow, slowly revealing a scene from the mortal world.

Shangguan Liqian, now a wandering ghost, was drifting through the Imperial Palace. Her eyes were hollow, as if she were searching for something.

Seeing this, Luo Wushuang’s heart clenched.

She was just about to ask what Sister was looking for when the Mirror of Life and Death flashed, and the image vanished.

Luo Wushuang’s eyes widened in fury. Her aura exploded, and the surrounding blood-mist and black fog began to surge into her body of their own accord.

The elderly Granny Meng watched as the faint outline of a Black Lotus began to take shape on Luo Wushuang’s forehead. Her heart jumped in shock, and she quickly shouted to interrupt the transformation.

“Your Majesty, do not be hasty! This old woman can go to the Nether Hall and beg the Nether Lord to intervene and guide Lady Shangguan’s soul into the Underworld!”

Hearing that Sister’s soul could be brought here, Luo Wushuang’s anger subsided slightly. The forming Black Lotus receded into her brow and vanished.

Granny Meng told the Black and White Messengers and the patrolling guards to stay and soothe the Little Demon King while she hurried toward the depths of the Nether Realm.

A short while later, Granny Meng’s aged figure reappeared…

She glanced at her soup cauldron, which was still standing steady, and breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Before she could even speak, Luo Wushuang asked impatiently, “Well? What did he say?”

“The Nether Lord has agreed,” Granny Meng said, a smile appearing on her wrinkled face.

The surrounding ghost guards also let out a collective sigh of relief.

Thank goodness! Maybe this Little Demon King will finally settle down today?

Knowing that the Nether Lord had agreed to bring Sister’s soul to the Underworld, Luo Wushuang’s expression softened.

“Then when can I see her?” Luo Wushuang’s voice was filled with urgency and a hint of joy.

Granny Meng squinted and replied, “In a few more days.”

“I will definitely see her?” Luo Wushuang asked skeptically.

The words of these people were simply too unreliable. Every time, they said she would see her soon, yet she had waited until she was driven nearly mad with anxiety.

“You will definitely see her. If you don’t see her in a few days, it won’t be too late for you to come back and flip my soup cauldron.”

Having received a definitive answer from the Nether Lord, Granny Meng spoke with much more confidence.

Hearing this affirmation, a look of genuine happiness finally appeared on Luo Wushuang’s face.

Outside the giant screen, Shangguan Liqian was already weeping, her face covered in tears of heartache.

Not long after her own death, Wushuang had been so desperate to find her that she had searched every corner of the Nine Serains.

Back then… how desperate Wushuang must have felt!