Yan Rufeng’s lips curled into a smile. "You should worry about yourselves instead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, when you cross the bridge and see ng Po, make sure you don’t drink her soup."
"Tch!"
Old Yan scoffed: "Who would drink that stuff? Brothers, follow and let’s smash her soup pot..."
The Eight Ghosts reached the ng Po Pavilion in an instant, but they didn’t see the legendary ng Po, only the pot brewing the ng Po Soup, emitting wisps of steam.
Old Yan ordered: "Brothers, get to work..."
Suddenly, a tinkle of laughter echoed.
"Hehe..."
"It’s been a long ti since any ghosts ca by. Tell , how did you all die?"
The Eight Ghosts were taken aback. "Who?"
"Who else but the widely adored, irresistibly charming ng Xiaopo, Sister ng, whose one glance can make gods across the universe swoon!"
"Pfft..."
Fat Ghost Old Yan couldn’t hold back his laughter. "Isn’t she just the legendary ng Po, an old granny claiming she’s prettier than flowers!"
"Dare to call an old granny, looking for a beating, huh..."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than a graceful figure responded.
"Who called an old granny just now? Step forward!"
"I..."
Old Yan stepped forward.
"Haha!"
ng Xiaopo sneered. "Now, apologize to while you still can."
Old Yan said fiercely: "What if I don’t apologize?"
"Hehe!"
ng Xiaopo laughed. "Then don’t bla if I send you to the Beast Path."
As soon as she finished speaking, she ford a magic spell with her hands, sending a green beam of light flying toward Old Yan.
"Sister ng, spare him..."
ng Xiaopo paused. "Why does this voice sound so familiar..."
"Sister ng..."
Yan Rufeng walked over, holding Niuniu’s hand.
Upon seeing Yan Rufeng, ng Xiaopo exclaid: "Brother Rufeng!"
Niuniu lifted her head, her gaze fixed on ng Xiaopo.
"This sister is so beautiful..."
Being complinted was a joy, but being praised by an adorable little girl like Niuniu was sheer delight.
"Hehe!"
ng Xiaopo laughed happily. "Niuniu has such a sweet mouth."
"Sister ng, how do you know Niuniu?" Yan Rufeng wondered.
"Hmm." ng Xiaopo was surprised. "Rufeng, why is your cultivation so low? Tell , have you been mischievous again, deliberately concealing your cultivation to fool others?"
Yan Rufeng smiled wryly. "Sister ng, this ti I’m not hiding my cultivation."
"Could it be you..."
ng Xiaopo hesitated.
Yan Rufeng smiled calmly. "Sister ng, I don’t want to talk about the past. Let’s talk about you instead."
"I..."
ng Xiaopo pointed at herself, then smiled gracefully. "What’s there to say about ? Let’s talk about your Yi Mu instead."
"She..."
"What about her?" ng Xiaopo asked.
"She’s already dead."
"What did you say?"
ng Xiaopo asked in disbelief. "You said Yi Mu is dead? Then why haven’t I seen her soul in the Netherworld?"
Yan Rufeng replied, "Aren’t you here? How could you see her soul?"
ng Xiaopo said, "Brother Rufeng, you might not know this, but this is just one of my avatars."
"Avatar?" Yan Rufeng was stunned.
ng Xiaopo smiled gracefully. "Yes, my avatar ca here right after the great war between witches and demons tens of thousands of years ago."
Yan Rufeng was shocked. "I didn’t expect you to have been here for so long."
"Yes."
Yan Rufeng continued, "Sister ng, does this an that the Netherworld on Canglong Star is also an avatar of yours?"
"No, that is my true self!" ng Xiaopo replied.
"This is bad..."
Yan Rufeng’s heart sank. "Yi Mu’s divine soul must not have returned to the Netherworld. Could she have been utterly annihilated?"
Yan Rufeng dared not think further.
"Sister ng, where do you think Yi Mu’s divine soul could be?" Yan Rufeng asked urgently.
ng Xiaopo hesitated. "Well, it’s hard to guess..."
As Yan Rufeng discussed the whereabouts of Yi Mu’s divine soul with ng Xiaopo, he completely ignored Niuniu’s feelings.
"Master, if you care so much about that Aunt Yi Mu, why aren’t you looking for her now?" Niuniu pouted.
Only then did Yan Rufeng notice that Niuniu had sohow beco unhappy.
"Oh dear, little beauty Niuniu is upset..."
ng Xiaopo laughed. "Niuniu, is it because your master has been ignoring you?"
"Hmph!"
Niuniu snorted. "Master said he would take to find my dad, but it turned out he didn’t an it at all."
Yan Rufeng knew that finding Yi Mu now was too unrealistic. After all, he had not yet returned to Canglong Star nor seen ng Xiaopo’s true self. The most practical thing now was to help Niuniu find her father.
"By the way, Sister ng, how do you know Niuniu?" Yan Rufeng asked.
"Hehe..."
ng Xiaopo laughed. "Brother Rufeng, you should know what I do. In this world, apart from your information being difficult to find, I can uncover the entire truth about anyone, including Niuniu."
"Uh..."
Yan Rufeng spread his hands. "In that case, please help find out where Niuniu’s father is now?"
"He is no longer in the Pangu Universe!" ng Xiaoshuai replied.
The Pangu Universe is the universe that includes Earth.
"Then where is he?" Yan Rufeng pressed.
"I don’t know either." ng Xiaopo replied.
"What? Just now you said you could find anyone’s information, and now you tell you don’t know?" Yan Rufeng raised his voice.
"What?"
ng Xiaopo’s eyes flashed sternly. "Don’t get too cocky. If I say I don’t know, then I don’t know. Go ask soone else."
"Since Sister ng can’t find it out either, we won’t disturb you any further."
Yan Rufeng turned and ordered, "Old Yan, you all return to the sect now."
"As you command, boss."
The Eight Ghosts floated toward the Ghost Gate.
Yan Rufeng took Niuniu’s hand. "Niuniu, let’s go too."
Just as Yan Rufeng turned with Niuniu, ng Xiaopo called out, "Wait."
Yan Rufeng stopped and turned back. "Sister ng, is there anything else?"
ng Xiaopo smiled. "Brother Rufeng, although I couldn’t help you much this ti, if Sister asks you to do a favor, would you be willing?"
Yan Rufeng replied, "There’s no need to be so polite, Sister ng. Tell , what do you want to do?"
"First, bring those eight fat ghosts back." ng Xiaopo said.
"Alright, I’ll have them co back right away."
The Eight Ghosts imdiately returned upon receiving Yan Rufeng’s order.
Yan Rufeng said, "Sister ng, they are here now."
ng Xiaopo smiled. "Good, now let them each drink a bowl of soup."
"What, drink the soup!" Yan Rufeng was astonished.
"If we drink ng Po Soup, we’ll forget everything, boss. We don’t want to drink the soup!" the Eight Ghosts cried out.
Yan Rufeng stood straight and raised his voice. "Sister ng, I am happy to help you, but if you want them to drink your soup, I’m sorry, I can’t do that..."
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