Chapter 587 - 292: Who Are You, Calling Me So Intimately

Chapter 587: Chapter 292: Who Are You, Calling Me So Intimately

Chu Xuan hurriedly returned to the underworld. As soon as he landed, he found himself in the wastelands of the Ghost Realm and immediately urged the Six Souls Banner to head toward the Yellow Springs Road.

Before he reached the border, Chu Xuan sensed something was wrong. In the distance, he could see a swarm of lost souls blocking the road, with ox-headed and horse-faced demons maintaining order, as if something had happened ahead.

Not to mention, from the direction of Fengdu City, came wave after wave of violent rumbling. The underworld aura was turbulent, dark clouds churned in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed. This scene looked like someone was causing chaos in the underworld.

"My goodness, how could a fight break out? Ming Yu, are you really so bold? Trying to imitate the Monkey King causing a ruckus in the underworld?"

Chu Xuan felt an increasing sense of urgency and hastened the Six Souls Banner toward the center of the battlefield.

After much effort, he finally reached the vicinity of the Bridge of Helplessness and discovered that it was already surrounded by the underworld army, layer upon layer, forming an impenetrable blockade.

Thus, Chu Xuan had no choice but to fly over their heads, a move akin to plucking a tiger’s whiskers, and naturally, someone immediately came to intercept him.

However, neither undead sorcery could harm the Six Souls Banner, nor could the nether generals or soldiers approach without being devoured by it, regardless of their stature, allowing Chu Xuan to break into the center of the battlefield.

The scene before him showed a formidable ghost god who held the entire area under his terrifying aura’s suppression above the Bridge of Helplessness.

He wore a black cold iron armor, wielded a halberd, his face pale and indifferent, and in his eyes flickered a faint blue flame, sitting astride a black steed.

The steed also donned heavy armor, its eyes blood-red, its hooves tread upon white ghost flames, and a sharp horn like a blade protruded from its forehead.

His opponent in battle was an icy beauty in snow-white attire.

She held a long sword, with a hazy white and overwhelming aura rising to the sky, her presence was equally powerful, but before the ghost god, it was like fireflies in comparison to the brilliance of a full moon.

The ghost god’s cultivation had far surpassed the limits attainable by mortal cultivators. He sat firmly on horseback without moving, barely nudging his long spear to send the white-robed woman flying, sword and all.

Seeing this, Chu Xuan’s heart tightened, and he quickly rushed forward, shouting, "One of ours! One of ours!"

As he spoke, he had already caught Ji Mingyu, who was sent flying back, in his arms. During this process, the Six Souls Banner cushioned him, dissipating the residual force.

King Qinguang, originally overseeing the battle, was left slack-jawed. What was going on here??

Ji Mingyu’s mouth bled, obviously badly wounded. After being caught by Chu Xuan, she wanted to rise immediately but was hindered by her injuries, unable to do so.

Chu Xuan felt pained, looking at her with a concerned gaze, "Ming Yu, are you alright?"

Unexpectedly, Ji Mingyu glared coldly at him. After catching her breath for a few moments, she finally straightened up and pushed him away, "Who are you, calling me so intimately."

Chu Xuan was somewhat helpless, "Ming Yu, stop joking. I know you’re upset for my sudden death, and because I quarreled with you, I hadn’t reconciled with you sooner. But now isn’t the time for a dispute."

"Behave, listen to me. This underworld isn’t a place to linger. Follow me silently, I’ll handle the rest."

The icy beauty furrowed her brows, "What nonsense are you spouting? I don’t know you, so stop acting so familiar."

Chu Xuan was momentarily stunned, then glanced at the Bridge of Helplessness, recalling something suddenly.

He wore a somewhat sour expression, "Meng Po, where is she?"

Ji Mingyu said nothing, merely casting a glance at the River of Forgetfulness.

Chu Xuan covered his face, "Oh no, you didn’t drink Meng Po’s soup, did you?"

On the other side, after a careful inquiry, King Qinguang found out that this woman had been shouting to find someone named "Chu Xuan."

This made him feel a headache, prompting him to quietly confer with the owner of [Heaven’s Palace of Martial City], briefly explaining Chu Xuan’s special circumstances, asking them not to act hastily and letting him handle it.

The ghost god kept staring at the Six Souls Banner by Chu Xuan’s side, hearing this, it remained silent, merely watching him from horseback.

Then, King Qinguang flew into the air, using a majestic voice to proclaim, "Audacious mortal! How dare you intrude into the underworld, injure Meng Po, and disturb the ghostly order. Surrender at once!"

Simultaneously, he secretly transmitted to Chu Xuan, "Immortal, this matter has escalated too much. Please act out a bit, and take your friend along with me, or else it will be difficult to explain above."

Chu Xuan nodded in agreement. He first released the people swallowed by the Six Souls Banner, then sincerely looked at Ji Mingyu:

"Ming Yu, listen to me. I am your husband. You came to the underworld to find my lost soul and mistakenly drank Meng Po’s soup."

"The situation is critical. Please be obedient and give me your hand; I promise to get you out of here safely."

Ji Mingyu looked at him suspiciously, "A husband? You really think I’m that easily fooled?"

Not to mention, although she felt like she had indeed lost some memories, she was devoted to cultivation. How could she possibly have any connection with this glib-talking man before her?

Especially since she was still a maiden!

With King Qinguang personally intervening to obscure things, the ghostly officials and minions below naturally couldn’t understand what the two were communicating, but it couldn’t be dragged on too long; otherwise, the underworld would lose face, and the action would be necessary.

Thus, Chu Xuan steeled his resolve and simply flew up to grab Ji Mingyu’s hand.

The icy beauty’s eyes subtly shifted, immediately raising her sword to aim at his throat, yet Chu Xuan acted regardless!

Seeing such a fragile soul couldn’t withstand a single blow from her, Ji Mingyu hesitated for a moment, and at the crucial moment, she ultimately shifted her sword’s edge, allowing him to seize her wrist.