"You two outsiders, coming into my Underworld to steal, and now you dare ask who I am?"
King Yama exuded a chilling aura.
The Mahayana cultivator had been good at hiding; it had taken him a long time to track him down. Now he had finally caught him.
And Song Wanníng—he knew exactly what had happened over the past days.
As long as Song Wanníng stayed out of trouble, he would not have acted, but these two were outrageously reckless, causing havoc in the Eighteen Layers of Hell, shaking the very foundations.
If he had not arrived, the place would have collapsed under their chaos.
"Two outsiders?"
The Mahayana cultivator's expression shifted. His eagle-like eyes locked onto Song Wanníng.
"You are also a Spirit Realm cultivator?!"
A flicker of shock crossed his eyes, and a chill ran through his heart.
"You— you followed me in?!"
The Underworld's passage had been closed for countless millennia. How could it coincidentally open simultaneously?
The only possibility was that someone had followed him. The thought of being secretly observed and trailed without knowing sent shivers through the Mahayana cultivator.
This person was truly uncanny. One could not treat them with ordinary logic.
"Just passing through."
Song Wanníng smiled innocently, radiating an air of harmlessness.
"You—"
The Mahayana cultivator was furious at her shameless attitude and simultaneously more wary. What kind of monster had appeared from nowhere, and he had been completely oblivious…
"Enough. Have you two said all you need to?"
King Yama, ignored by both, grew even more enraged. Was this the time for them to debate truth and identity?
"You two trespassed into the Underworld, daring to seize my treasures. Do you take me for a figurehead?!"
A murderous glint shone in his eyes. Could outsiders covet the Rebirth Flower?
"You are King Yama?"
The Mahayana cultivator's heart sank, his eyelids twitching.
King Yama ruled the entire Underworld. Meeting him meant that acquiring the Rebirth Flower would be extremely difficult.
Yet Song Wanníng's eyes sparkled, curiosity flashing across her beautiful face.
She remembered the Valley Master mentioning that the current Underworld King was gentle and kind.
Immediately, she devised a plan, producing a pill bottle.
"So it is King Yama, Senior. I, Song Wanníng, apologize for the intrusion.
I truly need a Rebirth Flower. I am willing to exchange it for a Superior Second-Grade Pill. Might Senior accept?"
Before she had refined it, the pill was one of a kind. Even now, with the Valley Master having broken through, producing another top-tier Superior Second-Grade Pill would take time.
Its value was self-evident.
King Yama was moved. He knew Song Wanníng's abilities, and the pill would be of great use.
Before he could respond, the Mahayana cultivator laughed scornfully, looking at Song Wanníng as if she were a fool.
"A fool, it seems."
A sneer flashed across his eyes. To him, Song Wanníng's plan made no sense. The pill was powerful, yes, but spirit pills held no value for ghost cultivators. How could King Yama agree to such a trade?
Yet, just as he finished laughing, King Yama nodded. "Very well, agreed!"
He was not a bloodthirsty person. A fair exchange pleased him naturally.
The Mahayana cultivator was stunned.
What the hell? He agreed just like that? Could he even use the pill? And they really exchanged it?
His frustration and confusion were written all over his face, and Song Wanníng smirked.
The Mahayana cultivator must be utterly annoyed.
Neither of them planned to explain.
Almost simultaneously, all three struck.
Song Wanníng aimed at the Mahayana cultivator, while he and King Yama focused on the Rebirth Flower.
Yin energy surged violently, air vortices exploded with deafening sounds.
Evil souls screamed in terror, wishing for another death.
But the three ignored their cries, moving at incredible speed.
As the Mahayana cultivator reached for the Rebirth Flower, Song Wanníng sent a space talisman.
Instantly, the cultivator vanished, reappearing five meters away.
King Yama then uprooted the Rebirth Flower, holding it firmly.
Song Wanníng flew to him, storing the Rebirth Flower in her ring while handing the pill to King Yama.
The trade was complete.
"You—"
The Mahayana cultivator, shocked and enraged, stared at Song Wanníng as if seeing a monster.
"Where did you come from? How have I never heard of you?!"
He had never heard of the name Song Wanníng.
Yet, given her abilities, she could not be an unknown novice.
"I am merely a ascended cultivator. It is natural you have not heard of me."
Song Wanníng smiled faintly. With the Rebirth Flower secured, she felt assured.
Once back in the Spirit Realm, she could deal with another intruder, Jiang Cen. She had taken over a native cultivator's body and deceived the father of the original body…
With the Rebirth Flower, she would not need to act personally; Jiang Cen's path would inevitably end in ruin.
"Ascended cultivator?"
The Mahayana cultivator narrowed his eyes, still skeptical of Song Wanníng's truth.
But now was not the time to pursue this.
"I need the Rebirth Flower. Give it to me. Name your price!"
He could not bargain with King Yama.
But Song Wanníng was a Spirit Realm cultivator, different from him. She possessed many treasures. Finding what he wanted would not be difficult. Yet Song Wanníng's collection was vast. Even the treasures from the Huo family had not yet found a master.
She simply shook her head.
"The Rebirth Flower is important to me as well. I cannot give it to you."
No one wanted to anger a Mahayana cultivator, but neutralizing the intruder was priority.
"So, you intend to seize it from me?"
Murderous intent flared. The Mahayana cultivator had to take the Rebirth Flower. No one could stop him!
"Do not think his help makes you safe. The Rebirth Flower will be mine!"
He struck again, almost sending the surrounding boiling oil flying.
Fortunately, the Eighteen Layers of Hell had protective seals. Otherwise, the devastation would extend for ten miles. After all, a Mahayana cultivator could move mountains and fill seas—not a trivial matter.
Song Wanníng's expression turned sharp. She did not expect King Yama to intervene and immediately counterattacked. Their battle ignited once more. The tower trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.
King Yama's face darkened. With a roar, he rushed in.
"You old fool! Get out of my Underworld! If you persist, do not blame me for trapping you here forever!"