Chapter 534: Demon Talks

Chapter 534: Demon Talks

The demon bobbed in the net, then rolled onto its side, as if tilting its head. It flailed its arms at Hui. It opened its mouth and yipped at him again.

Ah yes. You cant exactly talk, can you, Hui murmured.

Can it write? Si Wang asked, pointing at its many arms.

Hui looked at the demon.

It wobbled in place, then lifted its many arms and gave an emphatic shrug.

Reaching into his tattered robes, Si Wang drew out a ragged scroll and a writing brush. The writing brush was a bit ink-stained and dirty. Likewise, filth clung to the scroll, and yet, the roll exuded an intense pressure. Tiny bits of scintillating light escaped from beneath the grime. These are another two of my treasures! The Inkless Brush and the Thousand Years Breath Scroll. He passed the brush over to the demon, then unrolled a bit of the scroll and offered its back to the demon.

One of those is infinitely more valuable than the other, Hui thought, eyeing the Thousand Years Breath Scroll. He cleared his throat. Elder Brother, is it okay to casually use such a valuable scroll as scrap paper?

Eh? Why not? Who aside from me can see it, let alone use it? Si Wang asked. Looking at the scroll, he laughed. In any case, its something I wrote casually. Its not so valuable.

Huis eyes widened. Elder Brother casually wrote that? Ive been underestimating Si Wang! Ah, Hui, take your own advice! Wasnt I just thinking that my children should respect someone who acts odd, because theyre likely powerful enough to be allowed to act odd? Si Wang might act like a madman, but if anything, thats nothing but an indication of his true strength! To think, I dismissed his eccentricities due to a few centuries of isolation. Would such a short period effect most cultivators? No! Clearly, he was eccentric long before he entered this forced isolation. So careless of me!

The resentment demon reached its arms out through the gaps in the net and grasped the brush. Two or three sets of hands fought against one another to control the brush, until at last, one set of hands held the brush two-handed. It lifted the brush, then paused.

Hui glanced at Si Wang. Maybe we should move the scroll closer?

Its close enough, Si Wang returned.

The resentment demon lifted the brush. It dragged the brush across the scroll. Although the brush appeared dry, when it touched the scroll, ink appeared after it. One laborious stroke after another, characters formed on the scroll. Hui and Si Wang leaned in, inspecting the strokes.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

At last, exhausted, the demon dropped the brush. Hui caught it before it could hit the floor and offered it to Si Wang. Reading the scroll, Si Wang distractedly took the brush and tucked it away. He turned the scroll to Hui.

Eight Tiers Palace, Hui read aloud. He licked his lips.

But what about Eight Tiers Palace? Si Wang asked.

Hui looked nervously at the demon.

The demon balled its fists. Some hands drew across the demons neck area, making a slicing motion. Others flashed rude gestures.

Outlast the Lord of the Underworld? Hui asked, shocked.

Mmm? Its just like the Heavenly Emperor. Anyone can become Lord, and Zhu Diyu? I know him. He cant stick out anything for too long. Hes tired and bored. He wants to abdicate the throne, I bet.

Is that why hes neglecting the Underworld? But what will that do for him? Hui wondered. If he wants to abdicate the throne of the Lord of the Underworld, shouldnt he put it in the best condition so its easy to hand off? Like selling a house. No one wants to buy a fixer-upper with gaping holes in the roof, but its easy to sell a spic and span house with fresh repairs.

Thats my point. Hes lazy. He does things well for a time, but once he tires of them, he gives up entirely. Especially now that the Heavenly Dao is weakening due to Heavens disorder, its even worse for him to weaken his hold, and yet Si Wang spread his hands helplessly.

Then, Elder Brother, why are you out here, wandering like a madman, rather than trying to help the Underworld? Hui asked, tilting his head curiously.

Like a madman? Si Wang asked, his eyes flashing.

No, no, no! You misheard, you definitely misheard! Small cultivator meant meant, meant like, like a rogue, a rogue cultivator! Wandering like a rogue, Hui tried, waving his hands desperately. Damn, the two dont even sound close. Ugh, Im really grasping at straws here!

Si Wang laughed lightly. Hui laughed too. The two laughed at one another.

Drawing back his fist, Si Wang punched Hui in the gut. Hui flew backward, hurtling into the distance. His stomach caved in, and cold, dark blood spurted from his mouth. His body convulsed. Flames burst out from his midriff, where Han Qin had cast phoenix-fire.

Si Wangs eyes widened. He raised a hand, squinting after Hui, then leaped into the air. To himself, he muttered, That, that fire

You know what? I think its time to go back home, Hui thought to himself, seeing Si Wang fly after him. He activated the technique midair, stepping forward even as he flew backward.

The world faded around him. The intermediate dark space closed around him. Si Wang reached out toward him.

Not a chance. Hui finished the technique.

Darkness closed over him. He crashed into the ground and tumbled head-over-heels, thumping and bumping his way over the stone floor.

Abruptly, he slammed to a halt, coming up hard against an immovable object. Hui blinked up. What

A foot pressed against his side, catching him short. The reaper sighed down at him, shaking her head. How on earth did you end up like this in such a short time?

Hui weakly coughed up some more blood. Dark, cold liquid leaked down his chin. The fire burned hotter. Ah, I see. Im spitting up the Underworld water, which means I cant suppress the flames as well.

He smiled.Hello, Elder Sister.