"Can it really work?" Shi Chun himself was not absolutely confident. There were too many uncertain factors in this matter. Thus, he said, "For now, there's no better option, let's give it a try."

Hearing him say this, Chu Jingtang had no choice but to comply. He pulled out the Wind Scale, performed an incantation, and once again swept the two of them away.

As they ascended into the sky, Wu Jinliang occasionally glanced towards Shi Chun, feeling that Chun Tian's actions just now didn't seem like someone leaving things to chance. He knew too well their way of handling matters; the more straightforward and coarse the method, the more it indicated there was a certain degree of assurance in the operation.

After returning to Zuoyong City, their first priority was, of course, to check on Li Hongjiu's recovery. The remaining task was to wait for a reaction from that assassin.

He wouldn't just sit around indefinitely. If Li Hongjiu's injuries were completely stabilized and the assassin still hadn't reacted, he would take Li Hongjiu and leave first.

He had inhaled a bellyful of Demonic Qi, which had yet to be smoothly converted into cultivation. Once Li Hongjiu was able to cast spells again, he would certainly have Li Hongjiu strike him properly with the Thunder Sword once more.

Under the eaves outside the hall, Shi Chun personally wrote and hung up a sign that read 'Seeking Assistance' on both sides...

The sunset over Dazhi City held a vast beauty.

A spatial rift appeared in the old attic within the city, from which the Red-clothed Woman emerged as the rift vanished behind her.

Lan, who had been waiting there, rushed forward to report, "Mistress, our people have searched everywhere but still haven't found Shi Chun or his whereabouts."

Red-clothed Woman asked, "Have their motives for going to Jieluo Sea been uncovered?"

Lan looked troubled and shook her head, "Not yet. Wei Mo's people interrogated, but all they admitted was that they were there to capture Shi Chun. As for who ordered them or why Shi Chun needed to be captured, they wouldn't say a word. Others might truly not know, but Wei Mo definitely knows something. Mistress, should we employ some effective interrogation techniques on them?"

The Red-clothed Woman walked over to a lounge chair and sat down slowly, "Forget it, release them all."

Lan was surprised, "Release them without getting any information?"

The Red-clothed Woman replied indifferently, "East Victory has already reacted. Initially, they turned a blind eye, but now they've become forthright, arresting a batch of our people over there. The situation could be escalated or calmed. The Saint King has already intervened, release them."

Hearing this, Lan was also helpless. There was no choice—the forces behind Wei Mo had means to counterbalance their strength, and they truly couldn't do as they wished. She could only comply, "Yes."

The Red-clothed Woman asked again, "Have the items at Shelter Slope been claimed yet?"

Lan replied, "No, the items are still there."

After raising her hand, the Red-clothed Woman signaled for Lan to leave. She then took out the Mother-child Talisman and sent a message to Shi Chun, expressing once again her desire to meet him. What was difficult to articulate in the beginning now came out effortlessly with a simple message.

Yet Shi Chun still showed no response...

Several days later, in the Yin Yang Realm, the thick mist suddenly stirred slightly, as if an invisible and silent fish swam from the depths of the fog, arriving at the designated location for the delivery. The stirred mist quietly sank down into a deep cave.

The cave was dimly lit due to scattered bits of Sandal Gold Flame Energy on the ground, along with some scattered corpses that had long since died and showed no decay. They were more shocking to behold than mere bones.

These scattered Sandal Gold Flame Energy seemed to be what these corpses had used for illumination while they were alive, lying there dormant for quite some time.

The slowly descending mist suddenly condensed rapidly upon landing, forming a distinct grey mist different from the surroundings, resembling a humanoid silhouette, drifting and wandering in the cave.

Those throwing things here evidently were not many, and this semi-human mist appeared intimately familiar with every relic in this place.

Soon, it floated and paused before a wrapped letter delivery.

The semi-human mist reached out; its misty hand-shadow surprisingly exerted enough force to grasp the letter, immediately sensing something unusual. It easily slipped open the binding thread and slowly unfolded it, revealing the notes inside. This wasn't what it was focused on; it was concerned with the abnormal objects within.

A butterfly, its wing broken either during wrapping or just now while being grasped, lay there alongside a shimmering beetle under the light of the Flame Energy.

The mist gently picked up the broken butterfly wing and examined it closely before setting it down. Then, it lifted the butterfly's body, scrutinized it, and gave it a gentle squeeze, fresh juices spattered forth.

This item, captured by Shi Chun, had been stored in the Qiankun Bracelet all along. Recently caught and, coupled with the Qiankun Bracelet's excellent preservation capabilities, it was quite fresh.

The semi-human mist then took the beetle, examined it, peeled back its shell layer by layer, and ultimately crushed it with fresh juices spattering out.

This act wasn't some perverted behavior; it was purely to check for freshness.

Taking the notes, it unfolded the letter for a look and discovered only four words in the main text: Seeking Assistance!

He reviewed it several times, especially bringing it closer to a piece of Sandal Gold Flame Energy for closer inspection. Apart from those four words, there was indeed nothing else written, only an address left.

The semi-human mist lingered for a while, rolling up the delivery and notes, and roamed every remaining corner of the cave.

After confirming there was nothing else missed, the mist dissipated, and a trace of void-like force, akin to an invisible fish, swiftly departed through the mist, only this time carrying the rolled-up delivery and notes as it went.

Carrying the items, its departure was noticeably slower than before.

After flying out of the sea of mist, there was no noticeable fluctuation, only the minuscule object wrapped up was flying in mid-air.

After traveling far and for a long time, it finally swooped into a mountain hollow dozens of miles outside Zuoyong City, delving into a cave.

Inside the cave, a man covered in white cloth was meditating in a cross-legged position. It wasn't until a small item rolled in front of him that he slowly opened his eyes.

He was a lean middle-aged man, with an ordinary and simple appearance and a face full of short stubble. Despite his cross-legged posture, one could tell he was tall and thin, with long fingers reaching out for the fallen item.

After picking up and unrolling the object, he once again examined the smashed butterfly and beetle bodies carefully, sniffed them, and then spread out the letter, staring at its contents with deepening furrows on his brow.

After a long time, he put away his things and stood up, indeed revealing a tall and thin figure. Leaving the cave, he swiftly moved outside.

Before long, he reached the towering and majestic Zuoyong City, pulling a cart of stones from a hidden corner. Adjusting the white cloth on his head, he entered the city just like any other person, without any anomalies.

Inside the city, there were twelve clock towers for timekeeping, lighting up each time representing the two-hour interval, thus dividing the city into twelve zones.

The area the lean man went to was in the Noon Zone, where his home was—a small shop called "Stone Records" on the street, with residential space upstairs and business downstairs.

The shop sold various stone carvings and accepted orders for custom pieces.

Outside, people bustled about, while the shopkeeper was a graceful woman named Nian Xiu.

Not overly beautiful, yet she had a gentle and pleasant appearance, though she was quite slender and occasionally wrapped her white clothes tighter around herself while coughing.

This coughing was a common ailment for humans trapped in the Netherworld, a malady accumulated from living amidst Yin Qi for long periods.

After dragging the cart full of stones to the shop entrance, the lean man started unloading, continuously moving them into the inner room, which served as the shop's carving workshop. He was the shop owner, named Shi Wushuang, and all the stone carvings sold here were his handiwork.

As he moved back and forth, there was no need for words between the couple; only the exchanged smiles in their eyes and at the corners of their lips spoke volumes. During this time, the man pulled out a newly bought art book from his pocket and casually handed it to the woman.

After unloading the goods, Shi Wushuang disassembled the cart to accommodate the small shop space, making it easier to move to the back room.

After completing all these tasks, the sound of chiseling and carving resumed in the back room.

However, the sound did not last long and abruptly stopped without warning, remaining silent for a while even without the sound of tools being put down.

Sitting in the front of the shop, Nian Xiu glanced back, somewhat puzzled, sensing something unusual.

Just as she was about to get up to see what was going on, the sound of tools being set down was finally heard, and Shi Wushuang emerged from the back room, whispering to her, "I'm going upstairs to rest for a while."

His tone was calm and gentle.

"Okay." Yunxiu nodded in agreement.

However, once the man went upstairs, she still looked back several times with suspicion, sensing something different about her husband compared to usual after years of living together.

Meanwhile, upstairs with the door securely locked, Shi Wushuang quickly assumed a cross-legged meditation pose on the floor...

Some things might be considered coincidences; Chu Jingtang and Lao Changtai's residence purchased in Zuoyong City was also located in the Noon Zone.

Today, however, they had a visitor; Lao Xi came to visit Shi Chun.

Initially, Lao Xi didn't know that Shi Chun had arrived and frequently mentioned longing to meet Shi Chun to Chu Jingtang.

For Shi Chun, since he had come to the Netherworld, it was necessary to connect properly before leaving. With Li Hongjiu's condition stable, it was decided that they would leave shortly.

Thus, this meeting took place, and the host and guest were naturally very pleased, although it didn't hinder Lao Xi from discussing business along the way.

Regarding the soul detention trade, Lao Xi mentioned whether there was continued demand for the souls and bodies of death row inmates like before. If needed, since they were already doomed, it would be better to utilize them and handle them in the same way, selling them over here.

Shi Chun indeed didn't mind having more of this kind of thing, so he didn't let Lao Xi come all this way for nothing, but he also laid out the ground rules first: no random actions, and you can't just label anyone as a death row inmate, kill them, and sell them for profit, because that would eventually lead to trouble.

Naturally, Lao Xi patted his chest and assured him that it would never happen!

With the trade agreed upon, he couldn't sit still and mentioned there were two more in the execution chamber, saying he would go handle them and bring them to Shi Chun as a greeting gift, free of charge.

Insisting that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

And with that, he left immediately.

Shi Chun had no choice but to see the guest off.

As the host and guest exited, Lao Xi paused under the eaves, staring at the plaque reading 'Offering Help' and stroking his beard, murmuring, "Brother Wang and Mr. Gao, is there a particular meaning in hanging this plaque?"

Wu Jinliang chuckled and casually replied, "For blessings."

At this, Shi Chun recalled that, due to Lao Xi's visit, he had been engrossed in conversation and hadn't used his right eye superpower to observe the surroundings for a while. Previously, after sending the letter, he would activate his right eye superpower at intervals to appropriately monitor the area.

Reminded by this notion, he, feeling a sense of neglect, once again cast his spell to activate the right eye superpower and instinctively scanned the vicinity, but his gaze stopped almost immediately after a quick sweep.

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