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2347 No Way Up to the Sky, No Way Down to the Earth

Lately, Song Shuhang had been feeling rather confident. He knew he wasn’t everyone’s favorite, and he had a history of pranking the Immortal Lord numerous times. Now, the Immortal Lord was eagerly offering his help?

That would not happen unless the Immortal Lord had a peculiar taste for masochism and enjoyed being mistreated over and over while treating others like his first love. Otherwise, there was no logical reason for him to help Song Shuhang.

“Thank you for your offer, Senior, but I don’t require assistance at the moment. I believe I can manage on my own,” Song Shuhang politely replied. He refrained from using the Retaliation Spell against the Immortal Lord directly. His desire to survive had surged recently, probably due to the lack of a reliable ‘resurrection formation.’

Although Senior White Two had set up a resurrection array for him, it came with a catch – upon resurrection, he would become a demon of the Netherworld and bid farewell to his current life.

“Your kindness is appreciated, Senior Immortal, but it’s not necessary. We Chinese believe in helping others without seeking recognition. Doing good deeds is the essence of happiness, and you don’t need to thank me,” Song Shuhang replied promptly. He then shifted his focus back to portraying the role of of a beaten-up Shuhang who seemed utterly tormented by a strand of hair.

The more pained he appeared, the less angry Pavilion Master Chu would be.

Once Pavilion Master Chu’s anger subsided, he would regain his playful spirit.

Just as Song Shuhang immersed himself in his act, the cultivation chat-virus warning function on his body sent him an alert.

The new function added by Lady Long Luo reminded him that someone was using a long-range locking magical technique to divine his location or possibly launch a long-distance mental attack on him.

The likely culprit? The Immortal Lord.

Given the temporary breakdown of the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball and the absorption of its remains by the fat ball, it seemed unlikely that the Heavenly Dao Molt Ball was responsible this time.

Song Shuhang quickly messaged Senior Demon Emperor.

Their communication had always been straightforward.

“Are you there?” Song Shuhang inquired.

On the other end, the Demon Emperor had just left a comment on Lady Onion’s Moments: “Fairy, do you have any more photos of Tyrannical Song in torment? Let’s chat privately.”

In response to the Demon Emperor’s message, he received a swift private message.

Initially, he thought Lady Onion was being selfish.

However, upon opening the private chat, he discovered that it was Song Shuhang, the ‘loser’ currently hanging by a thread.

Hence, it wasn’t just the Demon Emperor who replied with a wry “Hehe.”

Song Shuhang nodded in satisfaction.

As long as Senior More than One replied, he had established a short communication channel with Senior More than One.

Soon after, the Demon Emperor responded, “A spiritual scan? Trying to set me up? Are you luring the ruler of the Netherworld to me? Dream on!”

It wasn’t just the Demon Emperor who confidently rejected the spiritual scan. Despite his serious injuries, most of the damage was physical, and his spiritual power had mostly recovered. In terms of mental attacks, he was fearless.

Song Shuhang, hanging in a state of torment, played his part.

Senior was extremely cooperative.

Pavilion Master Chu rolled his eyes in disgust. Song Shuhang was on the verge of drooling, and she feared his saliva might land on her precious hair.

She contemplated whether she should release Song Shuhang.

…

Meanwhile, Lady Onion was checking the messages on her WeChat Moments.

[Golden Dragon Scarf] The white dragon said, “Little Sixteen and I were only gone for a few days. What have you guys been up to?”

[Bad Friend] Heavenly Emperor: “Senior Song, after your death anniversary comes out, please tell me the date of your death in your dream~”

After reading a few messages, she swiftly came across the Demon Emperor’s reply.

The Demon Emperor not only asked her to chat privately but also seemed to be hinting at a transaction?

Was she about to rely on secret deals with powerful individuals to ascend to the pinnacle of onion life?

“Should I respond to the Demon Emperor alone, or should I reply to others as well?” Lady Onion pondered.

Just then, a new reply appeared on her Moments.

[Pet Owner (crossed out): Best Friend] Senior White Two: “Shuhang, don’t let your guard down while escaping. Don’t forget that the fat ball is the ruler of the Netherworld.”

Shuhang, Ruler White mentioned that you shouldn’t forget that the fat ball is the ruler of the Netherworld. Though I don’t know what that means, I thought I should convey the message to you.” Lady Onion chimed in.

“Argh, argh” Song Shuhang called out a few times but found himself unable to speak. He had to use a secret sound transmission method to communicate, “We’ve never forgotten that he’s the ruler of the Netherworld. Even if it’s just a clone, we treat it as the real deal.”

“Idiot, what my master meant was that the title ‘ruler of the Netherworld’ not only represents the fat ball himself but also his authority,” the hamster explained.

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

The authority of the ruler of the Netherworld meant that all the demons of the Netherworld were effectively under the fat ball’s control.

Would the fat ball boss summon his minions to pummel him?

As this thought crossed his mind, the shuttle abruptly came to a halt.

In front of the immortal shuttle, several spatial gates opened.

The fat ball’s clone arrived with six Ninth Stage demons.

“Tyrannical Song.” the chill in the fat ball’s voice sent shivers down the spine.

The fat ball had used divination techniques to calculate Song Shuhang’s direction and effectively blocked his path.

The ruler of the Netherworld had personally divined, and his accuracy was terrifyingly high.

“Shuhang, it seems you won’t be able to escape the fat ball’s grasp for the rest of your life unless you master a magical technique or magical treasure that can conceal your actions,” the Heart Demon Redcloud Sword warned.

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. “Let’s go. We’ll enter the Inner World before it’s too late.”