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“My fellow beings, we can’t keep living in such a muddle. The yang-energy of the human world is too frightening for us. We should unite and seek help from the powerful beings of this world.”

“We know nothing of this world, how do we seek help?”

“The powerful cannot be trusted. Although I lost my memory after drinking Meng Po soup, I vaguely remember that I was killed by an unreasonable, powerful being in my past life.”

“Even the powerful Underworld pays no attention to us, who else can? Are you suggesting that there’s something more powerful than the Underworld in this world?”

A few spirits began to quarrel, but most of the spirits were in a daze, allowing their companions to argue.

Those spirits with unclear senses were drifting around aimlessly, passing through tombstones, trees, and abandoned houses. They were incompatible with this world, nothing could impede them, and they could not use anything.

Suddenly, the spirits noticed a strong yang-energy not far away, and they fled in terror.

We are spirits, composed of extreme yin. Yang energy is our nemesis. A bit of yang energy can’t hurt us, but if we come into contact with an excess of yang energy, we could likely be neutralized by yin and yang, scattered between heaven and earth.”

Theoretically, this situation should not occur, but two of the three men carry an extraordinary cultivation, bearing yang energy which threatens them.

Especially the man in the middle, even getting slightly close to him has a risk of being dissolved by yang energy.

This man is like the nemesis of spirits.

Only those spirits who have achieved immortality are not afraid of yang energy, while we are nothing more than ordinary spirits waiting to be reincarnated.”

“It’s her!” Spotting the figure in white standing on the tombstone, Du Ping remembered the events of the previous night.

Ji Kongkong and Du Ping both took a shot at the same time, but it was the same as the report described; Ji Kongkong’s attack fell through, unable to harm the spirit.

Du Ping used his Mana to capture the figure in white, but he found that he couldn’t touch anything, no sense of substance, like air, the figure in white was not captured by his Mana but by something else.

Du Ping just maintained a grasping posture.

The figure in white began to emit a hissing white gas, howling in pain.

Jiang Li hurriedly told Du Ping to let go.

“Your yang energy is too strong, you need to control it.” Jiang Li recalled what Elder Immortal Changcun and Old Buddha Sumi had said and knew that spirits were afraid of the yang energy carried by living beings.

It was Du Ping’s strong yang energy that immobilized the figure in white.

Jiang Li speculated that Ji Kongkong’s cultivation was not enough, and his yang energy was too weak to threaten the spirit.

Previously, only God-transformation stage cultivators had encountered spirits and were helpless against them. Jiang Li guessed that only the yang energy carried by a Body Integration Realm cultivator could pose a threat to spirits.

“Yang energy?” Both Du Ping and Ji Kongkong looked at each other, both clueless about how to control it.

Jiang Li, who had studied the soul and knew how to control yang energy, taught them the method.

While the two of them were learning, the spirits wanted to run away. Jiang Li snapped his fingers, split a part of his yang energy, enclosed the graveyard, and prevented any spirit from escaping.

Both men quickly learned how to control yang energy.

The spirits wanted to disappear into thin air as before, but Jiang Li could still detect them with his divine sense.

They were just invisible, not disappeared.

The spirits found that after hiding their bodies, they were still surrounded by Jiang Li’s yang energy and couldn’t leave, so they sighed and reappeared.

“Everyone, it’s not often that you come to the sun world. Why rush back to the Underworld?” Jiang Li approached, cleverly reducing the scope of his yang energy, trapping the spirits in a small circle centered on the figure in white.

“What do you mean by going back to the Underworld? We wish we could go back, but we can’t.” a spirit muttered.

“I seem to remember you.” The figure in white looked at Jiang Li hesitantly, constantly recalling the events of her past life in her mind.

She vaguely remembered that in her past life, a statue of this man was placed in her home, worshipped as a faith, day and night.

Only then did Du Ping notice that the figure in white looked young, around fifteen or sixteen years old, quite pitiful.

She stood on the tombstone, and the tombstone was engraved with “The daughter of Qi Ming, Qi Guifang”.

In Jiuzhou, many women use their mother’s surname, mostly because the woman’s cultivation level is higher than the man’s.

“You know me? I am Jiang Li, the Human Emperor of the Jiuzhou World.”

The figure in white shook her head regretfully: “I apologize, I have crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank the Meng Po soup, my memory of my previous life is vague, and I can’t remember clearly who you are.”

The figure in white pointed to those muddleheaded and unintelligible spirits: “All of them are spirits that crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Meng Po’s soup; they don’t remember anything about their past lives.”

“Perhaps because I was a cultivator in my previous life, I can still recall a little bit of my past life, but it is only a bit.”

The figure in white pointed to some somewhat active spirits: “They should also have been cultivators in their past lives.”

“Xiao Fang, how can you tell him everything about us? We know nothing about him.” A spirit was not happy that the figure in white was about to tell everything.

He remembered that in his past life, he trusted people too much, was betrayed and died. Therefore, he was very cautious about everything and felt that someone was trying to harm him.

“What do you mean know nothing about him? He introduced himself. He’s called Jiang Li, the Human Emperor of the Jiuzhou World.”

The figure in white had an inexplicable trust in Jiang Li; she felt that he was a good person.

“Your name is Xiao Fang?” Ji Kongkong curiously asked, as if he just heard this name.

“A name randomly given.”

“Oh.”

“How did you guys come to the sun world? Is there a problem with the Underworld?”

“Yes, the Underworld is currently overrun with ghosts, there is no space left.”

“What?” This response took Jiang Li by surprise.

“All of us spirits have been dead for more than fifty years. I am the youngest, having only died fifty years ago, and have yet to reincarnate. I’m still in line.”

“But didn’t you cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po’s soup?” In Ji Kongkong’s impression, crossing the Naihe Bridge would erase all connections to one’s past life, causing one to forget all about their past life.

After going through these two procedures, one should be reincarnated.

If still in line, what are they doing crossing the Naihe Bridge and drinking Meng Po’s soup so early?

“The Underworld used to stipulate that. However, a few thousand years ago, the Underworld changed its rules.”

“I heard that too many people and beasts in the Ten Thousand Realms died, the number of spirits in the Underworld surged, and the number of the living in the Ten Thousand Realms sharply decreased. The number of newborns is also decreasing.”

“Reincarnating as a beast would be acceptable, as the number of beasts in the Ten Thousand Realms is still considerable. But there isn’t room for humans, no vacancies.”

“After we spirits have accounted for our sins, according to regulations, we would be reincarnated in the human world.”

“But now there is no place in the sun world, so the Underworld has us wait for a chance.”

“The number of spirits waiting to be reincarnated as humans is increasing, and people’s hearts are becoming more chaotic. The Underworld gradually has no control over people and simply lets us cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po’s soup first. It’s easier to manage us after we’ve forgotten our past life.”