The Pill Tycoon - Chapter 941

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Lu Qiwen nodded, lowered his head and kissed Zhang Danyue's red lips, saying, "That's right, it is indeed Master." Yang Ningyin and Liu Suyan smiled upon hearing this, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "That's wonderful! With the Ancestor taking action, even if we really have to brave the eighteen levels of hell, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Lu Qiwen nodded and said, "That's right. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. We still have our master above us. If there's any trouble, our master will handle it." Hearing Lu Qiwen say this, Zhang Danyue tapped Lu Qiwen's chest with her small hand and said with a coquettish smile, "If the ancestor heard you say that, he would definitely be so angry that he would disown you as his disciple."
Lu Qiwen said, "My master doesn't do anything except meditate and cultivate in peace. If I, as his disciple, don't help him find something to do, wouldn't that be too unfilial?" Hearing Lu Qiwen's twisted logic, not only Zhang Danyue, who was lying in Lu Qiwen's arms, but also Yang Ningyin and Liu Suyan on the side stared at Lu Qiwen in disbelief.
In the netherworld, at the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell, Meng Po, clad in black, exudes a cold and aloof aura, like an ancient iceberg, causing the surrounding underworld officials to keep their distance.
King Yama, the ruler of the eighteen levels of hell, stood beside Meng Po. He glanced at the aloof Meng Po and sighed, "Sister Meng Po, why bother arguing with that person? These eighteen levels of hell are not so easy to cross. You might lose your life here. Besides, that person is the last disciple of Patriarch Subhuti. As the saying goes, even if you don't care about the monk, you should care about the Buddha..."
Before Yama could finish speaking, Meng Po interrupted, "Brother Yama, if you want to persuade me to let that person go, you don't need to say anything more. This is an agreement between him and me. Life and death are determined by fate. If he can really get through, then it is not his time to die, and I will never bother him again." Yama sighed and looked towards the entrance to hell, which exuded a sinister aura.
A burst of celestial energy wafted over, and Lu Qiwen was seen floating in, followed by Yang Ningyin and two other women.
When Meng Po saw Lu Qiwen swaggering over, she frowned and snorted coldly, "Still so arrogant even when facing death."
King Yama approached Lu Qiwen, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "Welcome, Young Master Lu!"
Lu Qiwen bowed to Yama and said with a smile, "Yama, those words are unlucky. It's best to avoid the underworld."
King Yama was taken aback by Lu Qiwen's humor. He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, saying, "Young Master Lu, your words are truly amusing!" His gaze fell upon the aloof and cold Meng Po, scrutinizing her with undisguised blatant scrutiny. Just as Meng Po was about to give in, Lu Qiwen chuckled and said, "Your Majesty's demeanor remains as elegant as ever. This humble one greets you."
Meng Po snorted coldly, "It's good that you're here. I thought you were scared." Lu Qiwen said, "Scared? I was indeed scared. I didn't know you, Divine Lord, had dug a pit for me to jump into. Now I know that jumping into your pit will shatter me to pieces, so I'm not going to jump in." Meng Po paused for a moment, her icy gaze suddenly turning to Lu Qiwen, and said, word by word, "So you're going to back out?"
Lu Qiwen shook his head slightly and said, "Did I say I went back on my word?"
Meng Po snorted coldly and said, "Then what do you mean?"
Looking at the furious Meng Po, Lu Qiwen had to admit that a stern-faced Meng Po could arouse a desire to conquer in men. However, Lu Qiwen knew that she was a thorny rose soul, and ordinary people could not get close to her.
"I have no regrets, but I wonder if the Divine Lord would agree to let someone take my place in this dark and gloomy hell?"
As he spoke, Lu Qiwen pointed to the eerie entrance to hell.
A glint flashed in Meng Po's eyes as she looked at the three women following behind Lu Qiwen. A contemptuous smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Are you planning to let your women die in your place?"
Lu Qiwen laughed loudly, "You don't need to worry about who I'll send in for me, just tell me if you agree or not, Divine Lord." Seeing Lu Qiwen's confident demeanor, Meng Po couldn't help but mutter to herself. But when her gaze fell on the three women behind Lu Qiwen, Meng Po gritted her teeth and sneered, "Since you want someone to go and die, then I'll grant your wish."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiwen smiled and cupped his hands to Meng Po, saying, "This humble one is truly grateful to the Divine Lord." Meng Po did not take Lu Qiwen's bow seriously and coldly said, "Tell me, which of the three do you want to go in?"
As she spoke, Meng Po looked at Zhang Danyue and the other two women standing beside Lu Qiwen with a cold smile.
Lu Qiwen shook his head and said, "I don't know why the Divine Lord thinks that I should send one of Dan Yue and the others to venture into Hell. Can't I ask someone else?"
Meng Po paused for a moment, then looked at Lu Qiwen and said, "It seems there's no one else besides the four of you. If you don't go and try, are there any other people besides those three?"
Lu Qiwen chuckled, took out incense and candles with both hands, and respectfully bowed towards the void, saying, "Disciple respectfully invites Master." After three bows, however, Patriarch Subhuti did not appear. Lu Qiwen felt an urge to curse Patriarch Subhuti. He had already bowed, and Subhuti still hadn't appeared. If he couldn't invite Subhuti, he would truly lose all face.
Meng Po and Yama were stunned by Lu Qiwen's sudden action. They seemed not to have expected that the person Lu Qiwen had sought out would be Subhuti, a top-tier being below the level of a saint, whom even they would treat with utmost respect.
However, seeing that Lu Qiwen did not make any further moves after bowing three times, the two breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Lu Qiwen was just making a fuss.
Meng Po sneered, "Lu Qiwen, stop pretending. If you're cowardly and afraid of death, just say so. This deity won't force you to go to hell..."
Just then, a patch of auspicious light suddenly appeared in the void. As the light grew brighter, a figure appeared within it. There was no fluctuation of magical power; everything was so harmonious, as if the Taoist who suddenly appeared had always been in the air.
When Lu Qiwen saw the Taoist in the air, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he said in a trembling voice, "Disciple greets Master." Zhang Danyue and the other two women also hurriedly followed suit and bowed.
The venerable Subhuti, with an air of otherworldly grace and a serene expression, landed before Yama and Meng Po with a faint smile.
After Yama and Meng Po realized what was happening, they quickly stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Greetings, fellow Daoist." Subhuti smiled slightly and said, "No need for such formalities, I apologize for disturbing you." Yama repeatedly said, "You are too kind."
After paying her respects to Patriarch Subhuti, Meng Po said to him, "Fellow Daoist, why are you here in our desolate and bitter land instead of enjoying blessings in your blessed grotto?" Seemingly oblivious to the aggressive tone in Meng Po's words, Subhuti smiled serenely and flicked his whisk, saying, "This old Daoist has come today specifically to resolve the entanglement between my unruly disciple and the Divine Lord." When Subhuti brought up the entanglement between the two, Meng Po's face turned extremely ugly, looking furious. She gritted her teeth and said, "If you think resolving this entanglement is easy, then go and experience the eighteen levels of hell!" Although Subhuti possessed great supernatural powers, he could not possibly know exactly what his disciple had done to Meng Po, resulting in her gritted teeth and bitter, resentful expression.
It seems I'll have to teach this disciple properly from now on. Although his talent is unparalleled, it would be very bad if he went astray.
Lu Qiwen had no idea that Patriarch Subhuti was planning to give him a good talking-to after this incident; otherwise, Lu Qiwen wouldn't know whether to be happy or worried.
With a long sigh, Patriarch Subhuti said, "As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enmity than to create it. My disciple has offended the God Lord, which is due to my poor teaching. I will take on the task of entering hell." Yama, who was standing nearby, never expected that Subhuti would be so biased towards Lu Qiwen. However, considering Patriarch Subhuti's reputation for protecting his own, he couldn't help but sigh and his gaze fell on Meng Po.
Meng Po snorted coldly and said, "Since the Taoist priest says so, then please make the trip so that we can witness your supernatural powers." Patriarch Subhuti nodded, and walked towards the entrance of hell like an ordinary person, without any aura around him. Although he had no aura at all, Yama and the others looked solemn.
Those who truly understand the eighteen levels of hell know what kind of place it is. Even Yama, the king of hell, dares not venture too deep into it. Subhuti has clearly reached the realm of returning to simplicity and truth. If he can make another breakthrough, he will probably become a saint.
Lu Qiwen watched helplessly as Patriarch Subhuti walked into Hell, and a look of worry appeared on his face. Although he did not have a deep affection for Patriarch Subhuti, Lu Qiwen, who came from a prestigious family, was still influenced by the saying "a teacher for a day is a father for life." If Lu Qiwen did not worry when he saw Patriarch Subhuti, who had always treated him well, going to Hell, then he would not be Lu Qiwen.
Seeing Lu Qiwen's nervous expression, Zhang Danyue gently grasped Lu Qiwen's large hand and whispered, "Husband, don't worry. I believe the Ancestor will be alright." Lu Qiwen nodded gently and said, "I hope it's as you say." Meng Po noticed Lu Qiwen and Zhang Danyue's actions, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but snort coldly.
When Yama noticed Meng Po's actions, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Meng Po gave Lu Qiwen and his companions a cold look, then turned to Yama and said, "Brother Yama, let's go."

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