Chapter 1897: Give Me a Chance!

Swish.

The Heavenly Sniping Arrow stopped just before the two's foreheads and then dissipated.

Fang Chen couldn't forcefully cancel the techniques as long as the karmic ties weren't settled, but he could return their karma to them. In this way, the technique naturally came to an end.

Right now, both Ghost Immortals felt utterly bewildered and terrified. They would have never expected to encounter the orthodox Monarch Yan of the Underworld here. Although the two believed that their Division Head was more orthodox, in reality, the one who could control the Lesser Underworld had been the only orthodox ruler since ancient times. This did not depend on whose cultivation was stronger. It was purely a matter of birth.

"Monarch Yan, the two of us were blind and offensive just now. We must thank you for your great magnanimity in sparing our lives," the tall Ghost Immortal wiped away a non-existent cold sweat and said sheepishly.

The short Ghost Immortal also quickly buttered up. "Whatever you wish to ask, we will answer everything without reservation."

Fang Chen said indifferently, "Cut the nonsense. Which Venerable is behind you? How long will it take for him to rush here? Has your Motian Division made any arrangements nearby?"

"We have always been working under Venerable Canzhu. But the reason we could rush here so quickly is that the two of us just happened to be passing by. As for Venerable Canzhu, it will probably take him several months to rush here."

"Yes, yes, yes! As for the other arrangements of the Motian Division, we really don't know. Apart from the Venerables themselves having some contact with one another, the people below have absolutely no knowledge of the actual situation."

Hearing that, a look of contemplation appeared in Fang Chen's eyes. He could not rule out the possibility that there were Venerables deployed by the Motian Division nearby, but logically speaking, there were no ghost cities in this area, making it a desolate area within the Greater Underworld. If there really were arrangements, they would be at a certain distance from this place.

Fang Chen smiled. "Have any major events occurred in the Motian Division recently?"

"Major events...?"

The two Ghost Immortals knew that Motian Division and Monarch Yan were mortal enemies. Although they hadn't fought much in the past, the two sides were naturally locked in a life-and-death struggle. After all, the purpose of Motian Division was to conquer the Lesser Underworld, merge the Underworld into one, and have their Division Head take the position of Monarch Yan. But if a Monarch Yan did not possess the Monarch Yan's Seal, they were by no means orthodox, and the seal... was precisely on the person in front of them.

"Indeed, some major events have occurred. Could it be... that you are not aware of them?" the tall Ghost Immortal asked cautiously.

Fang Chen smiled. "Should I be aware? Tell me about it."

"The Motian Division already knows that Venerable Jinglan and Venerable Dicang were sentenced to death by you..."

The tall Ghost Immortal observed the expression on Fang Chen's face. If anything seemed slightly amiss, he would shut his mouth.

Fang Chen remained silent for a few breaths, then nodded. "It's not hard to know this. I suppose your Division Head has got in touch with the fake Heavenly Dao nurtured by the Demon Race."

Aside from this, he couldn't think of any other way Motian Dizang could have known about it for the time being.

Fang Chen said calmly, "Venerable Fatian and the others must have run into trouble as well, right?"

"Yes..." Seeing that, the Short Ghost Immortal hurriedly said, "Venerable Fatian, Venerable Yunfu, Venerable Zuimeng, and Venerable Feishe have already betrayed the Motian Division. Now, the Venerables from all over the Motian Division are busy crusading against the four of them."

"The situation of these four is precarious. Although the Division Head has never taken action, our division's own strength shouldn't be underestimated. Whether in the Mortal Realm or the Underworld, these four are constantly being hunted down."

Fang Chen smiled. "I figured."

From the moment Motian Division learned that he had killed Venerable Dicang and Venerable Jinglan, those four would inevitably begin to face pursuit.

"We only know this much. Could you just treat us like a fart and let us go?" said the tall Ghost Immortal with a flattering look.

The short Ghost Immortal nodded repeatedly, clearly agreeing with these words. In front of Monarch Yan, being treated as a fart wasn't shameful at all.

"The commotion here is so big, and I happen to require manpower. Although the strength of the two of you is average, running errands is still acceptable." Fang Chen smiled. "Do you plan to continue following Motian Dizang down a dead end, or will you forsake darkness for light?"

"Naturally, we will forsake darkness for light," the two said without hesitation.

They were certain that if they dared to continue mixing with the Motian Division, the person in front of them would execute them without hesitation. If they could live, who would choose to die?

Hearing that, Fang Chen glanced at the Yin Lifespan within the Monarch Yan Seal. There happened to be some left, enough to confer the two.

Once the conferment was complete, Fang Chen willed something to appear. A playful giggle immediately sounded beside the two Ghost Immortals' ears.

The short Ghost Immortal was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look. He suddenly found a baby-faced creature directly in front of him. A chill ran through his entire body. He felt as if he had just seen a "ghost."

The short Ghost Immortal looked at Fang Chen flatteringly, a look of help appearing in his eyes. "Monarch Yan, it, it is..."

The tall Ghost Immortal also felt an irresistible threat from the Ghost Infant and subconsciously shifted a few steps away, distancing himself from the short Ghost Immortal.

Fang Chen smiled and opened his hand. "Mischievous."

The Ghost Infant immediately giggled and leaped into Fang Chen's embrace. It then glanced at the Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower in the distance and subconsciously shrank its head into Fang Chen's embrace. However, it quickly noticed Little Sword, and delight filled its eyes. It wanted to go over and play with her.

Fang Chen stopped it. "Don't go over there. It's a bit dangerous over there. You might get refined in a moment."

After some thought, Fang Chen stamped his foot.

Four more figures appeared simultaneously near the Tall and Short Ghost Immortals.

"Motian Division, screw your ancestors! You've driven me to a dead end today! I... also want to side with you again, but I carry a conferment on my back. It's not that I'm unwilling, but I cannot do it! Give me a chance!" Venerable Yunfu shouted loudly.

He was covered in wounds, and his aura fluctuated violently, clearly having suffered severe trauma.

Venerable Fatian's face was grim, as if he had been fighting someone. Suddenly appearing in this place, he immediately reacted and scanned around. After seeing Fang Chen, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Venerable Zuimeng and Venerable Feishe were not in any better shape.

"T-The, the four Venerables..."

The tall Ghost Immortal and the short Ghost Immortal gulped from fear when they saw these four. But then they quickly realized something.

"We're all on the same side now!"

The two looked at each other, utterly delighted.

Fang Chen looked at Venerable Yunfu. "What kind of chance do you want?"

"This is..."

Venerable Yunfu was stunned for a moment, then looked around, instantly ecstatic, "I don't have to die!"

Only afterward did he suddenly realize that Fang Chen seemed to have overheard what he had just shouted. He hurriedly explained, "I was just bluffing the opponent, trying to stall for some time."

Venerable Fatian and the others sneered inwardly. Given their understanding of Venerable Yunfu, as long as this guy had a chance to switch sides, he would never hesitate.