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Right away, Wen Qiao and Ning Yuzhou decided to go find Wen Tutu.

They weren’t afraid of any tricks from these two Ghost Cultivators. Firstly, Wen Tutu wasn’t weak enough to have his identification token stolen. Secondly, among the Human Cultivators who had come to the Netherworld, few knew them, much less Ghost Cultivators—it was unlikely any Ghost Cultivator would go to such lengths to target them.

The two Ghost Cultivators led the way, and it didn’t take long before they reached their destination.

Wen Tutu, with Wen Gungun riding on his head, had already been standing on high ground, watching for them. When he spotted them, Wen Tutu sprang up eagerly and rushed at Wen Qiao.

"Brother Ning! Sister!"

The two little beasts threw themselves into Wen Qiao’s arms, but before they could embrace her, they were plucked up by a hand.

Wen Tutu turned to look at the one holding him and grinned, saying obediently, "Brother Ning, it’s been so long! We missed you—right, Wen Gungun?"

Wen Gungun climbed onto Wen Qiao’s shoulder and nodded vigorously, eager to stay on his good side.

They really did miss him—missed Brother Ning’s Spirit Restoring Pills and the delicious food he made.

Wen Qiao checked the two beasts and, finding them unharmed, was overjoyed. She patted one on the head and gave the other a thorough fur-ruffling.

At the noise, Wu Xiongan and Yan Chuyao also rushed out.

When they saw Ning Yuzhou and Wen Qiao, they were just as startled—the two were shrouded in yin energy, with no trace of spiritual energy, clearly having truly become Ghost Cultivators.

Ning Yuzhou and Wen Qiao were equally surprised when they saw them.

Especially Wu Xiongan—his face was still bruised and swollen, looking quite ridiculous. For a Yuanchuang-stage cultivator’s physique, such marks shouldn’t last long, yet these appeared quite recent.

Noticing their gazes on his face, Wu Xiongan awkwardly rubbed his head, flushing with embarrassment.

A dignified Yuanchuang-stage expert, reduced to this in front of two juniors at the Yuanling Stage—there was no one else like him. But who could he blame? He was the one who had chosen the wrong people to rob, only to get beaten up in return. He had it coming. The only problem was that the young beasts who beat him were merciless—every time the swelling on his face went down, they would team up to bury him in the dirt and beat him again, keeping his face perpetually bruised.

Wen Tutu tugged at Wen Qiao’s hand and said brightly, "Sister, this guy is Wu Xiongan. He actually dared to attack you before, so Wen Gungun and I beat him up for you! If you’re still angry, you can hit him too."

Wu Xiongan: "..." What did I do to deserve this?

Wen Qiao stared at him. "How many times have you beaten him recently?"

"Not too many, maybe a dozen or so." Wen Tutu counted on his fingers but hadn’t finished when Wen Gungun stretched out a furry paw and gestured a number. Wen Tutu quickly nodded. "Right, sixteen times!"

Wu Xiongan was even more indignant!

Wen Qiao said, "Since you’ve already beaten him, let’s stop. But if he dares to scheme again, you can bury him in the dirt and keep beating him!" By the end, her expression was icy.

Wu Xiongan silently shrank back without a word.

Yan Chuyao jumped in. "Hey, you two came from Xuanyin City? Did you see my Brother Leng and the others? And Wen Yi—I’m telling you, Wen Yi is important. You must find her, unless you don’t want to leave this damned place."

"We didn’t see them!" Wen Qiao replied without batting an eye.

Ning Yuzhou glanced at her, his expression slightly restrained.

Annoyed by their indifferent attitude, Yan Chuyao fumed but, intimidated by Wen Tutu’s presence, didn’t dare to throw a tantrum and could only stew in silence.

Wen Tutu pulled Wen Qiao and the others aside to talk, casually casting a silencing spell and a confusion spell to ensure outsiders couldn’t eavesdrop.

"Sister, is it just you two? Where’s Uncle Ning? And Brother Shi—he got separated from us in the spatial tunnel. With his unlucky constitution, wherever he landed in the Netherworld must be terrible."

Hearing this, Wen Qiao couldn’t help but laugh.

Probably because their first impression of Shi Wuming was him running naked on the Bone Mountain screaming for help, they all thought he was quite unlucky. The facts proved that his luck was indeed not great most of the time—no matter what he did, he was always slightly more unfortunate than ordinary people.

"Everyone is here. We found him too—they're in Xuan Yin City."

Wen Qiao then asked Wen Tutu about their situation and how Yan Chuyao ended up with them.

"When we fell out of the spatial tunnel with Wu Xiongan, we landed in a desolate wilderness. Aside from there being a lot of ghosts, nothing much happened. Later, we learned from some Ghost Cultivators that they were hunting Human Cultivators and had captured quite a few. So, we avoided the Ghost Cultivator cities and kept traveling outside."

"Yan Chuyao was captured by Ghost Cultivators—apparently, they were going to offer her to a Ghost King. When we saw her, we snatched her away. Originally, we wanted to question her for information, but then we heard her say that someone named Wen Yi had a way to get us out of the Nether Realm..."

Wen Qiao and the others weren’t surprised.

Yan Chuyao seemed like a spoiled cultivation brat, raised under the protection of her father, an Emperor Yuan Realm expert, which shaped her naive and willful personality. She was also head over heels with Leng Yi, foolishly following him into the dangerous Red Bone River. When Wen Yi opened the spatial tunnel, Yan Chuyao was probably there too. Even a fool could tell Wen Yi’s importance.

"Wen Yi is with us," Wen Qiao said.

Wen Tutu gave a disinterested "oh."

Wen Guangun was even less interested—he only cared about eating and lazing around. Such matters could be left to Brother Ning to handle.

After discussing these matters, Ning Yuzhou took out a bottle of Yin Gathering Pills and handed it to Wen Tutu. "These are Yin Gathering Pills. Taking one can transform a cultivator’s body, making them identical to Ghost Cultivators."

Wen Tutu was instantly delighted.

He had always believed that with Brother Ning’s abilities, the Nether Realm was no match for him. Even if they ended up in the Demon Realm, Brother Ning probably wouldn’t even blink.

With these Yin Gathering Pills, they could move around freely.

Once they finished talking, Wu Xiongan sidled up, rubbing his hands, his battered face twisted into something fierce.