CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 142: LOWER YOUR VOICE, IS IT GLORIOUS? (SECOND UPDATE)

The little ghost listened to these words and put on a flattering smile, "Hey! That’s Black Water City, Master Ma! The only ghost cultivators recognized by the Netherworld are the esteemed Yin and Ghost Messengers!

Those guys who think they’re something after eating a few little ghosts, who dares to enter the bustling Black Water City at the foot of Fengdu Luoshan? Don’t worry, even if a ghost cultivator sneaks in, they’d just go to the Ghost Market, no chance they can reach them.

Those two, haha... even ask about what’s that and how much it sells for from people selling steamed buns on the street, they’re purely unsophisticated, their eyes nearly popping out. Master Ma, I have some fresh news here, want to hear it?"

He rubbed his fingers indicating he wanted money.

"I’m in a good mood today, if your news is useful, there’s a handsome reward!" Ma Hongtu, feeling delighted as everything seemed within his grasp, casually tossed over a handful of Copper Coins.

The little ghost grinned widely upon receiving the Copper Coins, "Master Ma, this is my hard-earned pay for keeping an eye for you. The fresh news I got is something I risked my life for, haha..."

"How would I know its worth if you don’t tell me?"

"It’s about the Yin Mountain Lady!" The little ghost’s eyes shone cunningly as he stared at him, waiting for payment before continuing.

"Bah! She’s just a female corpse that gained some power!" Ma Hongtu felt a twinge of caution, but outwardly he contemptuously said, "Only taking advantage of the chaotic world to commit misdeeds, one day when the True God returns, these goblins won’t have a place to die."

Realizing the other party wasn’t intending to speak further, he feared the Yin Mountain Lady might use Tian Changgui to cut off connections with Fellow Daoist Jiang, so he tossed over another handful of Copper Coins, "What’s up with her?"

Gaining another thirty-something coins, the little ghost lowered his voice, "The Ying Mountain Lady’s goods got robbed, it’s said she spent big money on two exquisite hearts."

He cautiously glanced around and in near whispers said, "Purchasing exquisite goods with Immortal Jade, not sure where it came from, but it was plundered at the border of the Great Yin Mountain and Chize Lake, and no one knows who the culprit is to this day."

Ma Hongtu frowned deeply.

He didn’t know how this information might be useful to him at the moment, but with his keen instincts, he knew a major event was bound to occur. After all, it involved Immortal Jade, the legendary currency usable across the Three Realms!

"I get it. You continue to keep an eye on those two ghosts, report back immediately if there’s any movement." Ma Hongtu sent the little ghost off, feeling a mix of emotions.

Being an acting Yin Messenger wearing the Official Hat felt quite prestigious; even the formidable ghost cultivators in the Netherworld wouldn’t dare confront him head-on. But in the end, he was still a subordinate, only getting oily gains through his position, unlike other ghost cultivators who lived freely and wealthy.

A pair of exquisite hearts have only two uses for ghost cultivators: either used to craft an advanced zombie or exchanged using Evil Techniques to enhance one’s power.

"Fuck, spending Immortal Jade, damn it... What kind of shit is worth the heart of a Daluo Golden Immortal?" Ma Hongtu spat twice in frustration, clutching his golden ingots to buy Elixirs to boost his strength.

No matter how envious, he had to return to reality, besides, didn’t that pretentious Yin Mountain Lady still get robbed?

At this thought, his spirits lifted again as he hummed a tune and melded into the shadowy, light-flickering world of the Ghost City.

Wan An still couldn’t quite adapt to a place like the Ghost City without a division of day and night, where lanterns were lit at all times, but what unsettled him more was that he had indeed become an old useless waste despised by others!

"Master, what should we do?" Lin Dayou felt dejected and very upset, initially thinking of having a roof over his head and meals without worry, picking up some odd jobs to earn a few Copper Coins as initial capital for a small business, but unexpectedly, it seemed those shop owners had made a collective decision not to hire him!

Wan An, when troubled, often thought of puffing a bag of dry tobacco; even rubbing together some wild tobacco leaves outside to smell would help, but there was nothing within the confines of the grand mansion.

"Perhaps we don’t understand their rules well enough. For now, relying on ourselves to earn money is difficult! For now, we have to count on Mingchuan, hoping he can stand on his own feet sooner..." The veteran hunter, having hunted for most of his life, never imagined that the reason he couldn’t find work was that he’d already become prey nurtured by the Yin Messengers.

Just waiting to squeeze benefits from the Money Tree, smart as Ma Hongtu is, how could he let them find a way to earn independently and break free from his control?

Without knowing the intricacies of the situation, Wan An couldn’t understand, and neither could Wan Mingchuan.

After listening to Bai Yunqi, he said in a suspicious tone, "Can this really work? Then... why stealthily speak and do it? Just tell my master directly!"

"I call you foolish, but you won’t admit it. Now in the Netherworld, there’s only your grandpa and some guy called whatever his name, this plan might not necessarily succeed. Blowing the trumpet to your master with all the fanfare and then achieving nothing is just disgraceful, right? Just ask for a couple of strings of Paper Money to pay respects to your grandfather first, and once things work out, you can give your master a surprise, wouldn’t that be nice?"

"A surprise, huh..."

"Exactly!" Bai Yunqi flashed a cunning smile, "After all, it’s just a few strings of Paper Money, not something important. Great deeds must be carried out in secret, don’t you understand?"

Wan Mingchuan nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head and sold him out, "Master, Big Brother Long said he could help me write a Ghost Book to send a letter to grandpa, also he said with Paper Money, you could even buy a mountain in the Netherworld, and the herbs and minerals on it could be sold for money or supplied for your cultivation!"

About to use the Paper Molding Technique to continue harvesting rewards from the Ice Cave, Jiang Yuan was momentarily stunned by this, "Really? Burning more Paper Money so Grandpa Wan could become a mine owner in the Netherworld sounds like a good thing. However, he’s old, managing all this might be too much for him, and mining requires connections, right? I might as well burn some Yin Warriors for Grandpa Wan, so he’d have some help."

Bai Yunqi didn’t expect to be sold out so quickly, and rolled his eyes in vexation.

"But... can the things from the Netherworld truly be used for Master’s cultivation?" Wan Mingchuan was skeptical about this, yet he had never seen his master dive into focused cultivation, as he always seemed busy with endless tasks.

"Nonsense, the Venerable Family practices Paperman Paper Mache Technique and eats the Underworld’s food, naturally, it can be used."

"But even with money and the assistance of Yin Warriors, my grandpa is not a ghost cultivator, how would he know which mountains definitely have minerals to buy? Master requires extensive consumption for producing Paper Money and Paper Mache, what if it turns out fruitless?"

Wan Mingchuan still harbored some reluctance, recalling that he had mentioned knowing a Yin Commander in the Netherworld earlier, letting his eyes brighten, "Big Brother Long, you have connections in the Netherworld, right?"

"No." Bai Yunqi replied curtly.

"Hey? Didn’t you mention some Zhao Tian..."

"Do you think it’s glorious to be reduced to someone’s Family Immortal? Shouldn’t I keep a lower profile?"

Jiang Yuan realized that it was too embarrassing to meet old friends due to his fall in Realm, even though he technically wasn’t even a Family Immortal, as the system marked him as a contract pet.

"Without connections and clueless about mining, it is indeed challenging for Grandpa Wan to become a mine owner. Mingchuan’s concern isn’t unwarranted. All right, it might be better to just burn more Paper Money and Yin Warriors, allowing the elderly to enjoy peace and comfort in the Netherworld." If possible, he hoped to enjoy peace and comfort himself and let others bear the burdens.

Seeing his plan about to fail, Bai Yunqi had to grit his teeth and reveal, "When I roamed the Netherworld in my prime, I discovered a Treasure Mountain, but had no time to explore it then, so I cast a Blinding Technique to disguise and seal it.

Given the absence of opportunities to return there, I thought since there’s a reliable personal connection over there, we might as well occupy the disguised barren mountain first and slowly exploit it, trading the Netherworld’s treasures for cultivation resources."