Yu Daohan stroked his chin, still finding it incredible. "I never thought your haphazard research could actually increase Yang energy."
"Hmph ╯^╰," Yu Yijun pouted. "This is something I've been researching for a long time."
Over the past year, this little girl had started researching all sorts of strange things when she had nothing else to do.
Especially this thing called the Yang-Boosting Pill, which was made by soaking peach pits with dog blood, chicken blood, and other various Yang-attribute items for a week.
Yu Daohan hadn't believed this stuff would actually work.
After all, magic and talismans were like doing math problems; you had to follow the steps precisely to get the desired result.
But this little girl made the Yang-Boosting Pill as if she were using multiplication tables to solve a system of linear equations.
Yet, the problem was that she had actually gotten it right in the end.
This was what Yu Daohan couldn't understand.
Could it be that this little girl had the potential to create spells?
As the clock struck midnight, Yu Daohan shouted to the assembled ghosts, "Begin the performance!"
Gongs and drums sounded.
The ghosts took to the stage one by one to perform according to the rehearsal order.
Yu Yijun watched the ghosts in the audience, then suddenly looked at a figure at the very back. "Daddy, look, isn't that a Ghost Messenger?"
Yu Daohan followed the direction the little girl pointed. He saw a ghost wearing ancient constable attire, with the character "差" (Chā) written on its chest, walking towards them. "That's right, it's a Ghost Messenger." m..oΓg
"Daddy, he's coming towards us, what should we do?" Yu Yijun asked anxiously.
If it were a malevolent ghost, it wouldn't be much of a problem, but this one was a Ghost Messenger, akin to the police in the living world. Attacking one was a serious crime.
Yu Daohan stroked Yu Yijun's little head. "Don't worry, with your Daddy here, he won't be able to cause any trouble."
Seeing the Ghost Messenger arrive, the ghosts in the audience were so frightened they dared not speak and prepared to flee.
Yu Daohan frowned and stepped forward, intending to stop them.
If these ghosts ran away, their performance today would be in vain.
Worse still, these ghosts might not dare to come and watch a play again.
Yu Daohan stepped forward, cupped his hands, and smiled. "May I ask if the esteemed Ghost Messenger could step aside for a moment to talk?"
The Ghost Messenger stared at Yu Daohan, his voice muffled. "As a cultivator from the living world, you should know that you cannot privately organize ghost plays."
Hearing this, Yu Daohan's brows furrowed tightly.
He had heard that ghost plays could only be performed during the Ghost Festival when the gates of hell were wide open. He had never heard of Ghost Messengers interfering with this before.
Just as the Ghost Messenger was about to raise his hand to disperse the ghosts, Yu Daohan stopped him.
Seeing this, the Ghost Messenger's face darkened. "What do you mean by this?"
Yu Daohan smiled. "Esteemed Ghost Messenger, could you do this humble one a favor?"
Yu Daohan was not afraid of this Ghost Messenger; if they were to fight, he could kill him in minutes.
However, this fellow was from the Underworld. Killing him would cause unnecessary trouble.
The human world didn't fear wars between sects; at most, a few more people would die.
What was terrifying was getting involved with the Underworld. That would turn it into an issue between the Underworld and the human world.
This was a situation neither side wished to see.
Therefore, most of the time, Ghost Messengers and they themselves avoided provoking each other.
It was a relationship where neither interfered with the other, though there were exceptions for some sects.
The performers on stage were confused by Yu Daohan speaking to the air but continued their act without stopping.
Yu Daohan had instructed them not to stop the play, no matter what happened.
Seeing that the Ghost Messenger remained silent, Yu Daohan spoke again. "Just name your price, and this humble one will surely satisfy you."
The reason this fellow was being so uncooperative was simply to extort some benefits. As long as he was satisfied, it would be fine.
After all, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem, especially when it was ghost money.
The Ghost Messenger shook his head, his voice stern. "If it were in the past, it wouldn't be impossible to do you this favor, but not now!"
Hearing this, Yu Daohan's expression also turned serious, and he cursed inwardly.
Damn it, I didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn.
He's determined not to give me face.
The Ghost Messenger didn't want to say more and tried to forcefully break free from Yu Daohan's grasp.
Seeing this, Yu Daohan held on tightly, refusing to let go.
The Ghost Messenger's face turned terrifyingly grim. He stared at Yu Daohan. "Are you trying to attack a Ghost Messenger!"
"Esteemed Ghost Messenger, this is the living world, not the Underworld!" A hint of killing intent flashed in Yu Daohan's eyes as he began to strategize.
If all else failed, he would kill this guy on the spot. Then he could have Old Huo smooth things over.
Old Huo!?
Right, wasn't Old Huo the Commander-in-Chief of the Underworld's ghost soldiers?
Yu Daohan suddenly remembered that Old Huo was the direct superior of these Ghost Messengers, and he had even left him a token last time.
He had almost forgotten about this matter.