Section 6

The two individuals met by chance, and there is naturally no need to mention their family backgrounds or names. Du Heng was born with a tight-lipped disposition, but fortunately, the man accompanying him was a chatterbox who could not sit still. Along the way, he rambled on about his experiences during these days of wandering, as if he had been holding back for too long, regardless of whether the person next to him wanted to listen, he simply spoke for his own enjoyment

Fu Ji suddenly felt darkness before her eyes. She did not know why Du Heng seemed to see the woman on the lark's back as if a thunderclap had struck above her head, and with that dark robe, it appeared as though the entire person had been charred black.

The person saw that he did not speak and asked again, "Are you lost as well?"

Le Sheng bowed his head and said: "Those two individuals are one mortal being and one divine being whose powers have been exhausted; there is no need to dirty the hands of the esteemed one"

Du Heng looked up upon hearing a sigh and saw a small cluster of dark black silk skirts being lifted by the wind. On the back of a blue lark sat a girl the size of a palm, who was brazenly observing them.

"I thought another disgusting carrion spirit had come..." A lazy voice came from the corner, clearly awakened and yawning. As soon as the words were spoken, a handsome face emerged, and in the dim light, a pair of languorous, hazy peach blossom eyes stood out prominently.

Emerging from the desert, verdant mountains abruptly appeared before him, their hues reminiscent of dripping jade. The eye could see the distant peaks, shrouded in mist beneath the moon's disc, faintly visible like the delicate finger of a beauty. Du Heng turned back to find that the sea of sand had vanished, and he, along with the man with the peach blossom eyes, had found themselves amidst the mountains.

Du Heng seemed not to hear, merely walking quickly forward with a pale face, tightly wrapping her cloak around herself and lowering her head

Fu Ji waved her hand and said, "If you are not here to scrub my back, then hurry and leave. I do not run an inn nor a charitable hall here"

"It sounds like you are a person of sentiment and loyalty." The man laughed, his laughter as pleasant as the sound of mountains and streams, "What a coincidence, I am also looking for someone. Let us keep each other company."

Le Sheng was not surprised at all, for lust was an old habit that Fu Ji had been unable to change for thousands of years. The demon god who occupied the southern territory would never allow anyone from Mei Wu to set foot in his Ze Yu Xiang, and this was the reason. In fact, the two families could have gotten along quite well. By the time they arrived, the bathing duo had just finished putting on their clothes, looking fresh and clean like two newly sprouted bamboo shoots.

Du Heng and the Peach Blossom Eyes exchanged a glance, yet neither spoke. With her cultivation of over ten thousand years, Fu Ji could immediately discern that the young man from the divine clan remained silent due to his inexperience, likely a child who had just been weaned and left home. On the other hand, the Peach Blossom Eyes appeared to have a face thicker than a city wall, yet for some unknown reason, he also lowered his head, furrowing his brows in a manner that suggested he was struggling to cope.

However, he did not come here to bow to others; he simply did not want to owe anyone anything. He had promised someone that in the next life, he would let her be born into a good family and enjoy wealth and honor, rather than being a servant to a demon in hell.

Du Heng thought to himself, it's over. In an instant, he was yanked by the collar and thrown back. A few strands of silver hair brushed against his cheek, and a soul master in a splendid white and blue robe stood in front of him. Countless blood-red flowers of the other shore sprang from the collar and cuffs, and green flower branches tightly entwined around his body. The dragon-claw-shaped flower crown seemed to consciously gather into a shield in the shape of a door, which slowly opened at the moment the flames made contact, devouring the fire completely.

In the underworld, what is most abundant is the numerous hells, yet most of these hells were constructed by the gods of the underworld. Only the Boundless Hell was built by the Buddhas of the West during the ancient battle between immortals and demons, serving as a prison. Countless beings from the Three Realms, who committed extreme evils, were imprisoned in hell, where they slaughtered each other, left to their own devices. Now, after several million years, this abandoned hell has come under the dominion of four demon gods, no longer a place of chaotic slaughter.

Finally, on the fourth day of listening to that man's incessant chatter, Du Heng heard words he was willing to listen to. He lifted his spirits and looked ahead, where at the end of the boundless yellow sands, a round silver moon had risen at an unknown time, its silvery rays splashing beautifully. He exclaimed in astonishment, "How can one see the moon in this hell?"

This is the first being that Du Heng encountered after entering the boundless hell who had not lost its sanity. In that desolate land, there were many lost souls and wild ghosts afflicted by demonic disturbances. Some had transformed into carrion spirits, consuming whatever they came across, sparing even their so-called kind. Just a glance was enough to make him retch for hundreds of years.

The Qilin is most averse to filth; upon seeing even a hint of blood, it must cover its nose and frown. It is well-known among the divine beings for its cleanliness. However, this boundless hell is truly a place of corruption. In recent days, Du Hang's magical power has nearly dissipated in order to fend off the malevolent aura of hell, rendering him no different from the ordinary vengeful spirits lost in the vast desert.

This boundless hell is itself an illusion created by the Buddha of the West from his own dream, and the sandy seas and mountains do not actually exist. The man, not knowing where he took out a fan, began to wave it, his mood greatly improved, and his expression lively. "Thinking positively, even if we are trapped here, at least we have mountains and waters to enjoy a bath."

Oh no! Le Sheng transformed into a humanoid form, binding himself with a seal to protect himself, and said in a deep voice: "My Lady Fuji, please calm down!"

With a "pop," the peach blossom eyes opened, and she elegantly waved the broken fan, asking leisurely, "I do need someone to scratch my back, but can you, my lady, grasp the cloth with hands that are just a tad larger than a broad bean?"

Le Sheng coldly spoke: "Nonsense! What broad beans! The adult is clearly a circle larger than a jujube! Such a small mortal creature is so audacious in front of Lady Fuji, it seems they have lived long enough!"

He endured the pungent smell of mildew as he shook off the dirt from his body, preparing to sit against the wall to catch his breath

The body of Fu Ji was surrounded by deep orange-red flames, which instantly expanded dozens of times, standing like a giant woman amidst the mountains, yet appearing semi-transparent like a bubble. Du Heng and Tao Hua Yan could only feel a wave of heat sweeping over them, as if their souls were about to be evaporated, while the surrounding grass and trees instantly turned black, losing all signs of life, and were on the verge of being engulfed by the surging blue-purple flames, destined to be reduced to ashes.

I won't get my hands dirty; I am going to spy anyway

The two young gentlemen are quite generous, directly using my Meiwu as a bathhouse. Would you like me to give you a back scrub?

Six months ago, his spirit returned to Qilin Snow Valley, pleading with Sister Mo Chen to carve a wooden statue of him from a section of parasol wood and transform it into a physical body. When he arrived, Sister Mo Chen told him, "You have never bowed your head to others since birth. However, whether one is a mortal or a deity, there are times to hold one's head high and times to lower it and seek help. Even if you kneel with your knees on the ground, your head bowed, and your tail wagging in a plea for survival, it does not matter, as long as your soul stands firm like a mountain, and what beats in your chest remains proud as ever, then it is not shameful regardless of the circumstances"

Jujube ... ... jujube ... ...

After speaking, I turned around and found that the widow, whom I had just met by chance, had already begun to undress.

Du Heng, wrapped in a black cloak, trudged through the dim and desolate sand sea, finally encountering a town that was reduced to mere ruins. He entered a dilapidated house with an intact roof, where the raging wind and sand were kept at bay by the walls. After wandering in the boundless hellish sand sea for over ten days, he was utterly exhausted

A cerulean lark departed from the pine branch, flapping its wings as it flew to the plum grove atop the peak. There, a fairy-like woman, about the size of a palm, was sitting on a branch with a jar, collecting the dew from the plum blossoms. This is the demon Fuki, whom earthly parents use to frighten their children by saying she likes to eat little kids. The lark landed on the ground and transformed into a human form, appearing as a handsome young man.

What? After two big men barged in... bathing?! Fu Ji calmly rubbed his forehead, looking exasperated, "This is outrageous, Le Sheng, let's go! We are heading over right now!"

We are about to walk out of the desert

Bai Hanlu was entwined in the remnants of a stunningly beautiful floral vine, her body held aloft in midair, resembling both a fairy and a demon, so enchanting that it was impossible to look away.

At the end of the sea of blood-red flowers, which stretches for hundreds of miles in the underworld where the demoness Fuhime rampages, lies the boundless hell

A promise made by a man must be fulfilled even at the cost of his own destruction, nothing more than that

When the Buddha built this prison back in the day, he certainly did not have the leisure and elegance to create a moon. Yet now, the four masters in charge here are all fallen gods from the heavenly realm, so do they not even possess the ability to tidy up their own territory in a proper and dignified manner?" The man with peach blossom eyes smiled with a charming demeanor, "Moreover, the lady of the western territory, Fu Ji, is a beauty of exquisite grace... Ah, why are you running so fast..." Before the words had even finished, Du Heng had already hurriedly walked towards the place where the moon was rising. The man followed behind, teasing him, "Oh dear, just hearing about a beauty gets you all excited... Young man, oh young man..."

Du Heng listened to him speak in a gentle manner, and thus answered honestly, "No, I am here to look for someone."

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However, there are always some individuals in this world who are exceptionally favored, and no matter what they say or do, they do not attract any disdain.