The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 577: Coming Just as We Speak, Avenge the Ancestors

Chapter 577: Coming Just as We Speak, Avenge the Ancestors

In the Nether World.

Due to the previous snow disaster, both ghost envoys and judges were busy. With the Hell Lord traveling everywhere to open the Nether Sect, the civil and military judges were even more overwhelmed.

Gousheng had just been promoted and didn’t dare to slack off at all. But he was a competent worker, and in a short time, he had familiarized himself with the laws of the ghost realm, knowing how to judge guilty souls upon their arrival at the Hell Lord Palace.

Today, a group of souls with varying strengths arrived. Gousheng glanced at the Book of Life and Death, realized their origins, and was taken aback. Unsure of what to do, he went to consult Qiu Hai in the back room.

Qiu Hai had just finished a round of practice and was now sprawled out, sleeping soundly. He was dreaming of Nanli, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Finally, it was time for the ancestor to stroke his head, but he was awakened by a buzzing noise nearby: "Hell Lord, Hell Lord..."

It was like the incessant buzzing of mosquitoes, lingering in his ears and incredibly annoying!

Qiu Hai jolted awake, turned his head, and naturally found that the ancestor was no longer there, replaced by Gousheng’s ghostly face. Infuriated, he slapped Gousheng, sending his head tumbling to the floor.

Gousheng’s head spun on the ground, crying out, "Hell Lord, spare me! I know my sins!"

Qiu Hai, feeling irritated, snapped, "Can’t you see I’m sleeping? What do you want?!"

Gousheng’s head slowly rolled back, and after some effort, he reattached it before saying, "There’s a large group of souls from the Immortal World here. I’ve never judged souls from the Immortal World before. Should the Hell Lord personally oversee this?"

Qiu Hai waved his hand. "The Death God has already established laws. Just judge according to the laws; it’s a trivial matter that doesn’t require my direct involvement."

"But the Immortal World..."

"What of the Immortal World? Since they are souls, they are either cultivators below Nascent Soul or commoners from the Lower Realm without any cultivation roots. Why make such a big deal of it?" Qiu Hai replied.

Gousheng understood and nodded, "Right, right! Once they’re in our territory, no matter how grand they were in life, it’s useless. They must abide by the rules of our Nether World."

"Exactly." Qiu Hai lay back down, intending to continue his pleasant dream.

Just as Gousheng was about to leave, Qiu Hai suddenly appeared at the door.

"Hell Lord..."

Qiu Hai’s expression turned serious. "Which sect do those souls come from?"

Gousheng, diligent and careful, had just reviewed their profiles and knew well. However, Qiu Hai’s strong reaction startled him, causing his ghostly body to tremble slightly. "They... they are from Penglai Island."

"All of them?"

"Indeed, all of them..." Gousheng was terrified, feeling the Hell Lord was becoming even more intimidating.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Hai suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed, putting his hands on his hips. The laughter resonated throughout the Nether World, causing the dark spring to bubble.

Gousheng felt his soul quivering with fear and wanted to distance himself from Qiu Hai. But this was Qiu Hai’s domain; with just a thought, he was right in front of Gousheng.

He easily grabbed Gousheng by the collar, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Gousheng, thanks to you for notifying me, you’ve done a great service!"

"Ah?" Gousheng was confused. From the look of things, the Hell Lord didn’t seem to be praising him, but rather wanted to consume him.

Qiu Hai tossed Gousheng aside and, in a flash, was already at the Hell Lord Palace. He calmly adjusted his clothing and, once seated, raised his chin slightly: "I’ll personally oversee the judgment. Who’s first? Come!"

A ghost envoy brought up a cultivator ghost.

Indeed, he was a practitioner, and his soul was somewhat stronger than an ordinary person, allowing him to quickly traverse the Yellow Springs and arrive at the Hell Lord Palace.

Upon seeing Qiu Hai’s deep smile, the cultivator couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Why... does it seem like this Hell Lord has a deep-seated grudge against me?

Qiu Hai flipped through the Book of Life and Death, quickly understanding the cultivator’s life story, and snorted, "Entered Penglai at twelve, poisoned a fellow cultivator to death at fifteen to win a competition, and at eighteen, killed his fellow disciples for a bag of spirit stones..."

In total, this cultivator bore the guilt of eight lives.

The cultivator, realizing the seriousness of the underworld’s judgment, pleaded, "Hell Lord, I was... I was forced! In my next life... I promise to do good deeds to atone for my sins! Please give me a chance!"

Qiu Hai curled his lips in a cold smile: "You from Penglai Island have committed so many misdeeds; how could I let you go? Fry him for forty-nine times, then throw him into the beast path to be a fat pig for ninety-nine lifetimes!"

"Wha... what?!" The cultivator nearly fainted but, as a ghost, could not actually faint.

He had been a human and a cultivator in life, with a lifespan of several hundred years. To suddenly be fried and then to be a fat pig for ninety-nine lifetimes was too much to bear.

He yelled, "I’ve only killed a few people! How can the punishment be this severe?! Do I have a grudge against you? Are you seeking personal revenge?!"

"You from Penglai Island have a grudge against my ancestors, so that’s the same as having a grudge against me." Qiu Hai’s expression turned colder. "As a mere ghost, your words are presumptuous. Add another layer of punishment! Fry him ten more times, then immediately carry out the execution!"

Gousheng returned and, seeing Qiu Hai’s severe punishment, quickly intervened, "Hell Lord, this... this punishment is too harsh. If the Death God finds out about your abuse of power, he will surely reprimand you."

Qiu Hai shot him a glance. "I’m already being lenient. If the Death God were here, he would probably make him vanish entirely. Stop whining; there are many more souls to judge."

He was fully aware of the balance needed. He couldn’t impose light punishments that would displease the ancestor, nor could he impose heavy punishments that would attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing that Qiu Hai was adamant, Gousheng could only let the ghost envoy take the ghost away.

The remaining cultivators were also judged according to their crimes, without exception—either being fried a few more times or made to do a few more deeds as beasts.

Two elders were even worse; having lived longer and possessing some skills, they not only harmed many cultivators but also violated female practitioners.

Listening nearby, Gousheng gritted his teeth in hatred.

Such ghosts being turned into beasts was an insult to the beasts themselves.

Thus, Qiu Hai sent them into the abyss, ensuring they could never be reincarnated and ordering the ghost envoy in charge of the prison to treat them well.

The two elders cursed angrily.

Though they had been Nascent Soul cultivators in life, they were top-tier spirits even as ghosts.

As the ghost envoy was about to take them away, they unexpectedly performed a hand seal, striking down the ghost envoy, then floated out of the Hell Lord Palace, heading straight for the Bridge of Helplessness, intending to leap into the fountain of reincarnation.

These two ghosts had anticipated this situation even while alive, so they learned numerous dark arts, which they could use as ghosts.

In an instant, the ghost envoy couldn’t stop them. If they managed to reincarnate without drinking the Soup of Oblivion, they would likely stir up a storm of bloodshed in the mortal world.