Chapter 152: Fu Qingyin

That was so damn sudden...

Jiang Yan had a lot of gossipy questions in his mind, but Zhou Yu had slipped away too quickly.

As expected, a hopeless romantic would do anything for the sake of love.

Just as Jiang Yan was lost in thought, a light tap fell upon his back, abruptly jerking him out of his reverie.

He whipped around to find two figures standing before him—one clad in black, the other in white, resembling the polar opposites of Yin and Yang.

"Could you be... Impermanence?" Jiang Yan asked tentatively.

The two shook their heads in perfect unison and replied together, "Incorrect."

"I am Black Attire."

"I am White Attire."

"Come with us to see My Lord."

Before his voice trailed off, an invisible pressure enveloped Jiang Yan, and a deep black formation suddenly materialized beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yan was sucked into a vast, jade-lit hall.

In the center of the hall, an oversized desk practically occupied the entire space, piled high with heavy ledgers.

A man dressed in emerald-green robes was engrossed in reviewing documents, his three thousand strands of ink-dark hair cascading like a waterfall all the way down to the floor.

This man was the very person Black Attire and White Attire had referred to as My Lord—Fu Qingyin, the ruler presiding over the first domain of the Underworld.

"My Lord, the newcomer has been brought," Black Attire’s voice echoed through the grand hall.

"Mhm, I am aware."

Fu Qingyin gave a soft acknowledgment, his gaze remaining locked onto the ledger before him.

The tip of the brush in his hand danced across the pages like a nimble serpent, leaving behind rows of vigorous ink strokes.

Half an incense stick of time quietly slipped away.

At this moment, the only sound in the hall was the rhythmic scratching of the brush gliding over paper.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but let out a lazy yawn. The bluestone-paved hall and the continuous scratching sound acted like a lullaby, filling him with drowsiness...

White Attire reminded him softly, "My Lord?"

Both Black and White Attire were long accustomed to their lord's diligence; he was always so tirelessly at work.

He was the exemplary model of their Underworld. With such a lord holding the fort, the future of their First Domain was bound to be brilliant and dazzling.

Suddenly, the rustle of turning pages broke the silence, and the tip of Fu Qingyin's brush tapped lightly onto a fresh page.

"What is your name?" His voice was utterly calm.

"Jiang Yan."

Jiang Yan’s attention was caught by the green-robed man's movement, and an inexplicable curiosity welled up inside him.

Could that open ledger be the legendary Book of Life and Death?

The moment Fu Qingyin registered the name Jiang Yan, the tip of his brush froze in mid-air. He jerked his head up, his gaze blazing like torches as he stared straight at Jiang Yan.

"You! It's actually you! Jiang Yan!"

He sprang up abruptly, his long hair swirling wildly in the air like a black lightning bolt, almost throwing him off balance.

Yet, at that critical juncture, he effortlessly applied a technique, his body becoming weightless as he drifted lightly toward Jiang Yan.

"My Lord, do you know me?"

Seeing the look in the man's eyes, which suggested he wanted to tear him apart and devour him alive, Jiang Yan involuntarily took a step back.

He muttered inwardly, men shouldn't touch hands when giving or receiving... What was the deal with getting that close?

Fu Qingyin’s gaze roved up and down Jiang Yan’s body, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashing through his eyes.

Jiang Yan actually addressed him as "My Lord"—unbelievable.

Simply unbelievable!

Moreover, Jiang Yan didn't even seem to have recovered his past memories yet.

If his memories were to awaken, wouldn't his entire domain be turned upside down?

"How on earth did you perish? This shouldn't be, you shouldn't have died so early..."

Realizing he had let slip more than he should have, Fu Qingyin abruptly clamped his mouth shut.

Hearing Fu Qingyin’s words, Jiang Yan’s eyes flickered. Had this lord failed to realize that he wasn't the original second male lead?

According to the original plot, the second male lead certainly shouldn't have kicked the bucket this early.

At the very least, he should have survived until after the sect grand tournament...

Sigh, who would have thought that a book-transmigrator like him wouldn't even live as long as the original second male lead?

What was even more infuriating was that, although his golden core wasn't dug out, his chest had been impaled by some damn rock...

A trash plot simply couldn't bear to see the second male lead live a good life, right?!!

"I had the terrible misfortune of falling off a cliff and dying."

Jiang Yan stated honestly, a hint of self-mockery lacing his tone.

"..."

Fu Qingyin fell silent for a brief moment, thinking to himself that his own misfortune probably wasn't far off either.

Now that Jiang Yan was dead, wouldn't that female fiend from the divine realm come looking for him sooner rather than later?

By all logical deduction, since that female fiend hadn't shown her face in ages, she must have already found Jiang Yan’s reincarnated vessel.

Yet, with that female fiend around, how could Jiang Yan have perished so easily?

At the mere thought of how terrifying that female fiend was, Fu Qingyin couldn't help but shiver.

Some people were simply better off never being seen again, lest they disturb his peace—truly detestable.

He had to admit, that female fiend and Jiang Yan, this arch-fiend, were an absolute match made in heaven!!

"My Lord, when can I enter the cycle of reincarnation? What are the next steps?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.

Fu Qingyin looked at him deeply, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty:

"Jiang Yan, I see that your allotted lifespan is not yet exhausted. Your accidental straying into the Underworld this time must be due to some anomaly in the process."

What Fu Qingyin actually meant was: You had better hurry back to the mortal realm before that female fiend comes knocking on my door.

"My Lord, but my corpse is already stone cold, there's no going back now."

He had no desire to go back and play the role of a zombie!

Was this lord reliable at all?

His body was thoroughly chilled and his blood had probably drained completely dry, yet this lord was claiming his lifespan wasn't exhausted...