Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?-Chapter 92 - 90 Why Einstein Has Been Asking Questions

Chapter 92: Chapter 90: Why Einstein Has Been Asking Questions Since He Was Little_1

Chapter 92: Chapter 90: Why Einstein Has Been Asking Questions Since He Was Little_1

However, Xue Yunrou paused in place, showing no intention to move forward.

Tingtian Ao glanced back, but didn’t seem the least bothered, “Miss Xue, don’t forget the oath you’ve made. You can choose not to go, but then forget about what Master Chenghuang promised you.

Also don’t forget that even though Li Xuan might currently be weak in terms of his cultivation, he’s more important than you in this Netherworld Prison. The focus of this mission is him for very specific reasons. Master Chenghuang wouldn’t have just sent him here without cause.”

“Him?” Xue Yunrou’s gaze turned back to Li Xuan, her eyes filled with doubt and distrust.

She had no hard feelings towards Li Xuan, on the contrary, she had a slight admiration for him. Especially since the various things he had done recently had caused her to revisit her impression on him. This mission, however, is too dangerous and Xue Yunrou genuinely felt worried.

“What are you staring at me for?” Li Xuan blinked, “Actually, I am also quite curious, how can I, a third-house-level Wu cultivator, be of any help to Master Chenghuang?”

Xue Yunrou couldn’t help but laugh. After a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly followed, “For the record, I don’t have to seek Master Chenghuang’s help. If there’s danger, I will opt out anytime.”

“Then we have the same viewpoint. That’s exactly what I’ve told him.”

As Li Xuan was walking, he observed his surroundings and then curiously asked, “Mr. Ao, you just mentioned that this is the Underworld? Does that mean this is like the so-called Netherworld?”

“The Netherworld is in Fengdu. This is just Nanjing City’s Underworld, under the rule of our Master Chenghuang. You can also refer to this as Hell, Netherworld or the Underground.” Tingtian Ao casually explained, “These are two different places. They’re not directly connected. Although you can get there, it’s quite a hassle.”

“Aren’t they all Underworld?” Li Xuan was rather confused, “Also, is your Master so poverty-stricken that he can’t even afford to lit the lamps?”

He had noticed numerous lanterns and stone lamps along the path, none of which were lit despite having wicks and oil in them.

Nanjing City’s Chenghuang was bestowed by the Great Ancestor as the ‘Duchenghuang’, and the ‘Heavenly Spirit King Shengfu’, the only Chenghuang in the Great Jin Dynasty with the title of a king.

This Chenghuang, not only was he a ruler of half of the Jiangnan region in his previous life, but he was also an extremely powerful warrior. Thus, his achievements far exceeded those of Sun Ce, who was also known as the ‘Little Overlord’.

Because of this, not only is his temple extremely popular in Nanjing City, but he also has a significant influence across the entire Jiangnan region.

“There’s a reason we don’t light the lamps. I’ll explain that later.” Tingtian Ao’s voice hinted at a trace of helplessness, “The size of an Underworld is determined by its population. Hence, the more people a city has, the larger its Underworld. But Nanjing City is far from Fengdu. How could they be connected given the vast wilderness between them?

Even though the Emperor of Fengdu, who was bestowed the title by successive emperors, theoretically rules over all the Nether Realms, his influence only extends to Sichuan. Those superior to the Emperor at Fengdu include the Emperor of East Mountain and Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva from Buddhism. They don’t care about these Gods, including our Master—”

Li Xuan understood – these Chenghuangs and Emperors acted like warlords establishing their territories. But why are the underworld realms born due to people? Is it connected to the Alaya Consciousness of humans?

Li Xuan asked directly, but Tingtian Ao just shook his head, “How would I know the reason? But that’s the way it is. The Underworld realms are fragmented. And why are you asking so many questions?”

“I’ve entered the Underworld for the first time, naturally I’m curious.”

Li Xuan thought to himself – This is the Underworld, the Netherworld! For someone who grew up under the red flag and was nurtured by materialism since childhood, every aspect naturally aroused questions and curiosity.

He admits that right now he’s just like Granny Liu visiting Daguan Garden for the first time. Altogether it was a learning experience.

Also, the great scientist Einstein became who he was by asking questions from a young age.

Just at this moment, Li Xuan abruptly felt a change in the atmosphere. He saw an open palace gate ahead, and within the opening stood a figure, three times the height of a regular person, back turned towards them, standing with his hands behind his back. He had an exceedingly robust and lofty physique, dressed in an elegant scholar’s white robe, and holding a large knife in his right hand.

Though he simply stood there, his aura was like a heavy mountain, possessing an unparalleled dignity.

With just one glance at him, Li Xuan felt as if his very soul had been petrified, and it became almost impossible for him to entertain any thoughts. That is, until a dose of Cold Power flowed into him from behind, allowing his thoughts to regain their normal pace.

As Li Xuan wondered if this might be Chenghuang, Tingtian Ao respectfully announced beside him, “This humble one pays his respects to the honorable judge, sir!”

“Ah, Tingtian!” The scholarly figure turned and gave them a quick look before fixing his gaze, “Are these two mortals the ones the Duke mentioned?”

“Indeed!” Tingtian Ao replied respectfully, “Upon Master’s orders, this humble one has brought them to the Underworld.”

“Understood.” The burly scholar responded and curtly nodded before turning away. “You may proceed, Guo and I will catch up. Be very careful as there have been more and more unruly demons and ghosts.”

Tingtian Ao bowed once again before leading Li Xuan and the other person forward.

Once they walked past the palace gate, Li Xuan asked, “Is that the Wu Cultivator Judge?”

“He is the Wen Judge!” Tingtian Ao corrected, “Who defined that only Wu Cultivators wield large knives? Haven’t you seen his statue in the Chenghuang Temple?”

Li Xuan hadn’t really noticed before; his previous visit to the Chenghuang Temple was to find Tingtian Ao. Besides, who would care to take a closer look at the statues of Wen and Wu Cultivator Judges?

On the other hand, Xue Yunrou looked back at the towering figure with an admiring gaze, “That’s the Wen Judge under Nanjing Chenghuang, Zhang Yan. During Emperor Taizong’s pacification campaign, the Jin Dynasty was busy dealing with continuous wars between the North and the South, leaving no room to attend to other matters. However, Zhang Yan commanded a force of less than three thousand soldiers to resist the invading Mongols. He eventually ended up captured in battle but remained unyielding until he died.”

“In my opinion, among all the faithful officials who sacrificed their lives, he was the best, even more so than Fang Xiaoru. ‘I live for China and die for the Jin Dynasty, my loyalty weighs more than my life; my spirit transforms into a thunderbolt, my soul becomes a star.’ His noble spirit is vividly conveyed through these words.”

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“The Wu Judge, Guo Liangchen, is also a man of outstanding integrity.”

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan turned back to give the Wen Judge a serious look. However, due to his limited cultivation, he felt a prickling sensation in his eyes after just one glance, making it impossible for him to get a clear look at the Wen Judge’s face.

He shook his head and focused on the path ahead again, the element of surprise in his eyes intensifying.

“Are these the buildings and streets in your Underworld? They look so artificial and fantasy-like.”

Li Xuan saw many houses shaped like trees, some twisted like twisted pastries, and some others looked like boats. In short, they came in all sorts of bizarre shapes.

But without exception, every one of them was covered in a multitude of Taoism talismans.

Furthermore, Li Xuan felt icy ‘gazes’ coming from the houses, all directed at him.

“Do you think Underworld objects can be real? Aren’t the paper houses you burn during ancestral worship all fake?” Tingtian Ao sneered, his expression turning serious, “Those aren’t just houses, they’re also prisons. Ignore them.”

However, Li Xuan’s attention had already been diverted. He saw dozens of rows of huge wooden stakes, each of them with a grotesque ghost nailed to it.

He even saw the mountains of knives, the sea of flames, grisly millstones and boiling oil pans in the distance.

Li Xuan was taken aback for a moment before murmuring, “So the eighteen layers of hell and eighteen torture methods described in the books are real?”

The scene before his eyes looked horrifyingly similar to the descriptions of hell in the books.