Above the Great Dao
Chapter 732 - 325: The Young Master’s Secret Exposed

Chapter 732: Chapter 325: The Young Master’s Secret Exposed

The Black Pot always felt something was strange, and after a moment, it suddenly realized: "I don’t have a tail anymore!"

Chen Shi looked around, thinking: "Where did the shipwife go?"

He draped a rag over his shoulder, carried a bucket, and searched everywhere, but he never found the shipwife’s imp in Lin She’s place.

The Young Master’s Yuan Chen Palace spanned dozens of miles, with grand structures everywhere, busy imps chattering away.

Some imps climbed trees to trim branches, often sawing in front and falling along with the branches.

Others dug holes for fertilizing and buried their best friends, leaving nonchalantly after patting a few spades of dirt on their heads.

A few imps, seeing no one around, threw unpleasant friends into fish ponds to feed the fish dragons.

When guests visited, instructed to take care of the mounts, imps sometimes fed a companion to the visitor’s mount as a prank.

Yuan Chen Palace was buzzing with chaotic imps everywhere, but fortunately, these little things weren’t mourned if they died; they just brought in more imps from outside the palace to fill the gaps.

Chen Shi searched for a long time but couldn’t find the shipwife’s imp in Lin She’s place, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"The Lin She Spell was created by Granny Sha, true to her style; if it works, it’s good enough."

He thought to himself, "Granny Sha’s principle is that mistakes are fine as long as they’re not too big; hence a successful spell. But clearly, Lin She has deviations when used by more than two people."

This time, they were two people and a dog, perhaps too many, causing some error in the spell.

"Where exactly is the shipwife... I won’t worry about her now; she’s capable and wouldn’t be taken down by other imps."

Chen Shi walked on with the Black Pot, passing by an imp who had cut off its own arm while pruning the garden. He set down the bucket and bandaged the wound with his rag.

Chen Shi picked up the scissors and trimmed the branches, tossing them aside after a few cuts to avoid branches and imps falling from above.

He moved on, picked up a fork, and fished out an imp that had been thrown into the fish pond to feed the fish by its companions.

He dropped the fork and went to the back kitchen where imps cooking up a storm were in chaos, knives flying everywhere.

Chen Shi and the Black Pot weaved through the flying blades, pulling one imp out from a pot and untying another from a rack, rescuing one about to become fish meat from a chopping board.

They walked from one side of the kitchen to the other, now dressed as food-serving imps, carrying dishes, following the other imps to the banquet.

The Young Master was entertaining guests in Yulan Hall. Originally, the banquet was in two days, but due to the distant and complex geography of Immortal City, many guests came early.

Their three meals needed arranging, and he had to accompany them.

Chen Shi and the Black Pot brought the dishes to the outside of Yulan Hall, where the imps behaved themselves, not daring to stir up trouble.

Chen Shi too behaved, hoping to use this opportunity to see who the Young Master was hosting in Yulan Hall. But upon arriving, beautiful women took the dishes from their hands, taking them to Yulan Hall, not allowing these lowly creatures to enter.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Shi found these beautiful women weren’t paper figures but the Primordial Spirits of female cultivators.

"The Young Master’s influence in the underworld is indeed significant!"

Chen Shi turned around and headed back, receiving dishes from an imp at a corner, turning back to continue serving as voices from Yulan Hall reached his ears.

"Young Master, when will Lord Wei inherit the position of King Yan?"

A voice of a ghost god entered Chen Shi’s ears, "The position of King Yan has been vacant for five years; Lord Qing Tian has been missing for five years without a trace. Your father, Lord Wei Ling, is highly respected and suitable to inherit the position of King Yan, becoming the lord."

Another ghost god loudly agreed: "Tan Yin Commander is right. Without King Yan in the underworld, ghost gods are in chaos. We in charge don’t know who to report to. For five years, Lord Wei Ling has tirelessly maintained the underworld, which we Yin Commanders have witnessed. He is the only suitable master for Yama Hall! We will not submit to any other ghost gods!"

At this, a warm voice said, "Everyone, how dare my father become the new King Yan? Lord Qing Tian, after all, came from Huaxia Divine Continent, with great merits and the support of all people. He only sent a clone to West Bull New Continent, using supreme magic power to stabilize the underworld, ensuring ghosts had a ghost path and gods had divine path, and yin yang two realms didn’t fall into disorder. Now that Lord Qing Tian is missing, we should do all we can to find him. How can we usurp his position?"

Chen Shi thought to himself upon hearing this: "Is this the Young Master Wei Yue? He speaks quite sensibly."

The maid outside Yulan Hall took the dishes from his hand.

Chen Shi turned back, reaching the corner where Black Pot’s imp was pinning another imp against the wall, gesturing for it to put down the dish.

Chen Shi took the dish and turned to continue serving.

"Young Master, you’re mistaken!"

Another ghost god’s voice arose, "Lord Qing Tian did indeed accomplish much by establishing the underworld’s workings, but he is ultimately not a native ghost god of West Bull New Continent! After all, he’s an outsider!"

"That’s not how it should be said,"

A voice argued, "Lord Qing Tian received the title of Yama from the people, more influential than the Emperor’s command or even the divine decree! How can we, Yin Commanders, go against the will of the people? Moreover, Lord Qing Tian’s disappearance is fraught with mystery! Before his disappearance, I heard that someone had schemed against and suppressed him! There are those plotting a coup in the underworld!"

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