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"It’s dead, this beast is finally dead, hahaha..."

Ma Chengfeng laughed maniacally, even to the point of tears.

Then, he bowed deeply to Qin Yi, "Young Master Qin, I, Ma Chengfeng, have nothing else to offer, but henceforth I am willing to follow you loyally and serve like a horse or dog. My life is yours."

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow; they truly are master and disciple, saying and doing the same things.

I even rejected your two beautiful disciples, bringing along an old man like you, what would that even mean?

"No need to serve like an ox or horse, just take care of your two disciples and live well, the orphans and widows of the Huo Family still depend on you."

"By the way, where should I go to make a spacecraft to the Nether Sea?"

Ma Chengfeng said, "Leave the city and head north for about a hundred miles, there you’ll find Shuangchi Mountain, that’s the place."

"Farewell!"

Qin Yi’s figure flickered and disappeared.

Ma Chengfeng bowed deeply in the direction Qin Yi had left.

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After Qin Yi left, he went to the city center, found a clothing store, stole a black robe, and left.

After exiting the city, he headed north all the way.

Before the sun rose high, Qin Yi saw in the distance a mountain range shaped like a giant roc.

Shuangchi Mountain, because the middle part of the mountain soars into the clouds, flanked by two planar ridges extending out like wings, from afar it looks like a fierce bird spreading its wings, hence its name Shuangchi Mountain.

As Qin Yi approached, he found that above the wings of Shuangchi Mountain, there were large bronze-colored ships anchored.

These ships looked a bit like Earth’s battleships, tens of meters long, with black flags fluttering above the bow emblazoned with a golden "Nether" character.

Damn, this is too ominous. People usually wish for safe travels, but here they hang a "Nether" character, as if afraid the ship won’t make it to the Netherworld.

Around the ships, warriors dressed in Black Armor guarded them.

To Qin Yi’s surprise, there was a small market at the foot of the mountain, like a miniature marketplace.

Qin Yi circled the mountain once and sensed several strong presences, indicating that powerful figures were stationed here.

Then, he went to the market at the foot of the mountain and found a small stall selling bean curd, solving both breakfast and lunch.

Qin Yi noticed that as soon as he sat down, the customers who were originally eating all quietly slipped away.

Feeling a bit strange, Qin Yi didn’t give it much thought; after eating to his fill, he called the stall owner to settle the bill.

The stall owner was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, "Spare me, Great Envoy of the Nether, spare me!"

Great Envoy of the Nether?

What the hell is that?

Qin Yi was completely dumbfounded.

But he quickly came to his senses, realizing it might have something to do with the black robe he was wearing.

Envoy of the Nether, apparently a messenger of the Netherworld Clan.

Who would have thought a mere black robe could wield such incredible intimidation?

Little did he know, in this place, and even throughout the entire Nether Sea, no one dared to wear such a black robe. This was the attire of the Netherworld Clan, and wearing it risked being accused of impersonation, a capital crime.

Qin Yi himself had forgotten that his current guise was that of a Netherworld Clan member.

No wonder the customers slipped away quietly when he sat down.

The Netherworld Clan was indeed domineering.

Qin Yi stood up, tossed a gold coin, and left... surely giving too much, but he didn’t have any silver coins on him.

What he didn’t know was that he had actually given too little; in this place, a bowl of bean curd cost three gold coins, a hundred times more than elsewhere.

The stall owner stared blankly at the gold coin on the table, completely dumbfounded. Was this Nether Envoy out of his mind? Actually paying after eating.

Paying after eating, like settling debts, is only natural and right.

What Qin Yi didn’t know was that Netherworld Clan members didn’t pay after eating, which was considered natural and right.

As Qin Yi walked along the road, passersby stepped aside, looking at him with fear in their eyes.

The more these people feared the Netherworld Clan, the more Qin Yi realized how terrifying they were.

Originally, he thought of making friends with the Netherworld Clan and happily obtaining the Resurrection Technique. In hindsight, it seemed impossible.

Not to mention he had already killed two members of the Netherworld Clan, and their imperious nature made friendship impossible.

Take it step by step.

Qin Yi climbed step by step along the mountain’s stone steps.

Along the way, there were people climbing the mountain, whose cultivation levels were not weak; they must also be heading to the Nether Sea.

Seeing Qin Yi, they automatically retreated to the roadside.

Qin Yi swaggered all the way to the mountain on the left side of Shuangchi Mountain, where he saw three massive ships docked.

At that moment, several figures hurried over.

Qin Yi stopped; these people were headed towards him.

Leading them was a robust middle-aged man in Black Armor at the early stage of Unification, quite decent.

Behind him, several Black Armor warriors followed.

These Black Armor warriors were completely covered in black armor, but instead of wielding spears, they held long black scythes like those of the Grim Reaper, more intimidating than spears.

"Captain of the Sixth Ship, Hei Shan, pays respects to the Great Envoy of the Nether."

With a loud swish, under Hei Shan’s lead, all the Black Armor warriors knelt uniformly on one knee, fists cupped, in greeting.

Well-drilled... these four words popped into Qin Yi’s mind.

These Black Armor warriors had commendable cultivation and overall quality.

Qin Yi took out the Netherworld King Token he had seized from the Netherworld Clan and showed it to Hei Shan briefly before putting it away again.

The expressions of Hei Shan and his men grew even more respectful.

"Rise," Qin Yi said flatly.

"Thank you, Great Envoy of the Nether."

Hei Shan and the others rose in unison.

"Is Lord Hei Shan returning?"

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "When will the ship depart?"

Hei Shan respectfully replied, "In response to the Great Envoy of the Nether, we have made two trips previously. The sixth ship has now gathered one hundred seventy-three people; only twenty-seven more are needed for departure. If the Great Envoy of the Nether is in a hurry, we can depart now."

Qin Yi’s eyes flickered; it seemed this ship could carry only about two hundred people each time.

"I have urgent business to return to the clan, depart immediately."

"Yes." Hei Shan stepped aside, saying, "Please, Great Envoy of the Nether."

Qin Yi had no idea where to board the ship, so he coldly said, "Lead the way."

"Yes."

Hei Shan hurriedly led the way.

Suddenly, Qin Yi remembered something, "Old Ghost, I have a question for you."

"What’s up?" Evil Lord responded.

"What happens to the puppets when a Netherworld Clan member dies?"

Those puppets are nothing but walking corpses; if they lost control and harmed civilians, it would be his fault.

Evil Lord replied, "Don’t worry! Puppets are living dead; when their master dies, being controlled, they also die."

Qin Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief, as he had completely forgotten about this after killing those two Netherworld Clan members last night.

Hei Shan led Qin Yi to the bow of the ship, raised his head, and shouted toward the ship, "Open the door."

A Black Armor warrior appeared at the bow, looked down, saw Hei Shan and the black-robed Qin Yi, and quickly shouted, "Open the door."

Subsequently, the ship’s hull seemed to part like water, revealing an oval-shaped entrance.

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