TSFLIP Chapter 621

Fengguang didn’t celebrate right away. Instead, she asked uncertainly, “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“I have no reason to lie to you.”

“That’s great! Let’s go!” Just moments ago, she had been quietly crying, but now she jumped to her feet, beaming with joy. There was no trace of sadness on her face—her eyes weren’t even a little red.

Looking down at the girl who was more than a full head shorter than him, Nahe, unusually, asked a question that didn’t seem like something he’d normally ask.
“Are all humans this cunning?”

“This isn’t cunning—it’s quick thinking!” she said smugly. “You’re the one who grabbed the wrong person and dragged me to the underworld. Then you didn’t even bother to send me back. I had no choice but to resort to desperate measures.”

If he’d been a heartless man, she would’ve been in serious trouble.

Fengguang tilted her head and smiled sweetly. “You promised you’d send me back, remember? No backing out.”

“You’re a cultivator,” he said.

She froze. “Well, yeah. I guess I’m sort of a half-cultivator. Why? Did I give off some strong celestial energy and you picked up on it?”

She asked the last part with real excitement. She’d never been into cultivation and her level was barely passable, so even when she ran into others from the same world, they rarely recognized her as one of them.

“You’re the weakest cultivator I’ve ever seen.”

Fengguang: “…”

Then why even bring it up?

Nahe continued, “Cultivators all have to undergo tribulations. You being dragged into the underworld might just be yours.”

She’d heard of tribulations from her master. In all three realms—be they human, demon, or spirit—anyone who reached a certain level or came upon the right opportunity would face a test of fate. Survive it, and your power would grow dramatically. It was what people meant when they said, “Great trials bring great fortune.”

She lit up. “So my cultivation might level up?”

Nahe said coolly, “I dragged you into the underworld, so naturally you’ll gain something from it.”

“…What are you trying to say?” A bad feeling crept over her, like she was falling into a trap.

“I took the wrong person, and I’m going to return you to the living world. But you came to the underworld and got something out of it—shouldn’t you repay that favor to make things fair?”

“How about… when I get back, I burn you some extra joss paper?” Wasn’t it trendy now to burn little paper wives? She could burn a paper girlfriend for him.

Nahe replied, “Those things are useless to me.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

“Catch that ghost who escaped.”

Fengguang was stunned. “You want me… to catch a ghost?”

“You heard correctly.”

“But you just said I’m the weakest cultivator you’ve ever seen! You know exactly what I’m capable of! Maybe I could barely handle a low-level ghost, but what if it’s a vengeful spirit or something?”

Nahe said calmly, “Then that’s your tribulation.”

“No way! I’m not doing it!” She turned her head with a humph. “I never asked for a tribulation. That kind of thing’s for people who want to ascend to immortality. The human world is great—good food, fun stuff—I’m not interested in ascending at all.”

In short, she had no ambition.

“In that case, I won’t need to send you back to the living world,” Nahe said, turning to walk away again.

“Hey!” Fengguang hurried after him, looking heartbroken. “You promised to send me back! You can’t go back on your word!”