The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 580: Death God’s Two Most Capable Assistants

Chapter 580: Death God’s Two Most Capable Assistants

Nanli gently patted Granny Meng’s head. "It’s a small matter, no need to be polite."

This little Granny Meng was truly adorable.

She then turned to the thin elder and asked, "Do you know who that partner was? What did he steal?"

Having narrowly escaped, the thin elder was terrified and dared not show disrespect, quickly shaking his head. "That person used a spell to conceal his face. Even our island master couldn’t see his appearance clearly."

"It seemed like... it was the Primordial Lotus Seed. This lotus seed is extraordinary, left over from the previous Immortal World. Our island master has cherished it and wouldn’t use it lightly. Oh, there were ten in total, and all were stolen by that thief!"

However, even if they hadn’t been stolen, the island master wouldn’t have used one anyway...

Hearing this, Nanli was overjoyed.

Primordial Lotus Seed!

They truly managed to steal it!

She hurriedly said, "Then I must return."

Since that person had helped Xuan Yinyue steal the lotus seed, he would definitely find a way to deliver it. She needed to go back and wait.

Qiu Hai reacted strongly, staring at Nanli. "So soon? Can’t you stay a little longer, Ancestor?"

He could now accurately open the Nether Sect and wanted to show Nanli.

Granny Meng shot him a look. "Ancestor has important matters to attend to. Don’t be so clueless and delay her."

She was quite clever and understanding.

What an angelic bitch!

So annoying!

Qiu Hai glared at Granny Meng, wishing he could fight her right then and there to rip off her facade.

"However, Qiu Hai, can you have them write down information about the Immortal World and Penglai Island?" Nanli suddenly asked.

Since the cultivators from Penglai Island had become ghosts, she naturally wanted to make good use of them.

Knowing oneself and one’s enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles.

The two elders had roughly guessed that this mortal was familiar with Xuan Yinyue and surely held a grudge against Penglai Island.

They replied, "Are you planning to use this to deal with Penglai Island? Dream on! We will never submit!"

Upon hearing this, Granny Meng pulled out her iron rod.

But Qiu Hai acted even faster.

He concentrated, forming a ghost whip at his fingertips, and struck down harshly, causing the two ghosts to cry out in pain.

Qiu Hai was clever enough to only inflict pain without weakening their souls.

After just a few lashes, the two elders couldn’t endure anymore. "We’ll write! We’ll write everything!"

Nanli felt relieved. "Then I’ll leave it to you."

After saying that, she immediately left the Nether World.

Granny Meng was still savoring Nanli’s hug and smile, feeling very pleased.

Seeing Qiu Hai about to take the elders away, she insisted, "Ancestor said it’s our task, not just yours! You can’t take all the credit!"

Qiu Hai turned back. "You still have soup to make for the ghosts crossing over; you’re quite busy, how can I trouble you?"

Granny Meng halted, her cheeks puffing up in annoyance.

If she took just a moment off, those ghosts were already beyond reach.

Qiu Hai raised an eyebrow, smugly grinning. "Granny Meng, in your position, you must do your duty and take responsibility; you need to work hard."

Granny Meng wouldn’t sit idly by.

She turned and scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowing as she pulled two ghost envoys over. "You two, help me make soup and serve it!"

The ghost envoys trembled in fear, glancing at Qiu Hai.

Qiu Hai said, "Granny Meng, for such an important task, how can you let mere ghost envoys handle it? If Death God finds out you’re not doing it yourself, he’ll definitely blame you."

Granny Meng raised her small face. "You can have the judges do your work; why can’t I find ghost envoys to help? I may look small, but I’ve lived longer than you. Don’t think I know nothing."

Besides, her job was much simpler.

After saying that, she dragged the two ghost envoys across the bridge, teaching them how to do their tasks.

"From now on, you’re my ghost envoys!" Granny Meng declared. "Work well! Later, I’ll have Qiu Hai promote you."

After getting them hyped up, she headed straight for the Hell Lord Palace.

The elders and disciples had already set up writing supplies, ready to jot down what they knew.

Qiu Hai looked displeased. "I told you not to come meddling; this small matter, do you think I can’t handle it?"

Granny Meng couldn’t be bothered with him and patrolled the hall with her big iron rod.

Originally, the elders and disciples planned to write a mix of truth and falsehood, but with every round Granny Meng made, she’d say:

"Don’t think you can fool me with falsehoods. After you finish writing, I’ll check everything against one another."

"Even if you all manage to write together, once Ancestor goes to the Immortal World and reaches Penglai Island, she’ll know whether what you wrote is true or false."

"All of it will have signatures left behind. Even if you try to hide in the mortal realm later and refuse to come back, I’ll have ghost envoys dig three feet into the ground to bring you back."

"..."

As she spoke more fiercely, the ghosts trembled. They had completely lost the will to protect Penglai Island, writing everything down truthfully, daring not to conceal anything.

Granny Meng saw that she had intimidated them enough and was quite satisfied.

She moved next to Qiu Hai and whispered, "Then you can handle the tallying and copying."

Qiu Hai was overjoyed. "I almost forgot. You died when you were just a five-year-old child, becoming a ghost for thousands of years, only knowing how to harm others and can’t even read."

Granny Meng glared at him. "Do you want to fight?!"

Qiu Hai took a step back. "If we fight, the Nether World will be in chaos again. Ancestor isn’t here; we need to guard her territory. Don’t worry; I’ll organize the information Ancestor wants very well."

Before the Immortal World closed off, he knew quite a bit about it.

But since the Immortal World set up barriers, the Nether Sect could no longer reach it, and what he knew was dwindling.

After all, information from a thousand years ago was already outdated.

Granny Meng huffed, "I hope you’re reliable."

She clenched her small fists, determined to take some time to learn to read, not wanting to fall behind Qiu Hai!

---

Nanli exited the Nether World.

She was still at Xuanyue Temple.

She had been here for six days already.

Zhixi returned two days prior and learned that Qing Xu was dead and soul-less, crying desperately and nearly suffocating.

"It’s all my fault..." he said. "That day, I brought the common people down the mountain, planning to use a Transfer Talisman to find my sister, but I accidentally stepped on a rock and fell, losing consciousness for several days..."

If only he hadn’t fallen.

If only he could have asked Nanli for help in time.

If only...

Nanli wiped away his tears. "Don’t blame yourself; everything is fate."

Zhixi was in a daze, vaguely recalling that day when his master had said something similar to him.

His master had already known his fate, yet he still bravely guarded this place for the common people.

Despite this, Zhixi took two days to adjust before his emotions finally calmed down.

The most important thing now was the matter of Zhi Mi and the others’ rebirth.

Seeing Nanli back, Zhixi hurriedly approached her and asked, "Sister, what’s the situation? Did you find out anything in the Nether World?"

Nanli nodded. "Yes, let’s wait a little longer."

The night deepened.

The cold wind still blew.

Zhixi frowned tightly. "Wait? It’s almost midnight."