This guy actually recognized my identity!
And he even saw through my realm!
Ling Xiaoyou’s little face suddenly turned serious.
For someone to see through her identity and realm so easily, the man outside was definitely not simple!
Although she was also curious about what ‘Yunling Person’ meant, she didn’t have the energy to focus on that right now—because the man outside had already started talking to her.
“Hey, little ghost inside, if you know what’s good for you, open the door for me right now and hand over that little girl. Then you can leave.”
“I’ll let you off for the rest. I can’t be bothered to care.”
First, my name isn’t ‘hey’!
Second, the way you speak makes me want to punch you!
Has no one told you that talking like that will get you beaten up?!
Ling Xiaoyou took a deep breath, clenched her little fists, and reminded herself to stay calm and not stoop to this annoying guy’s level.
Hmm, that’s it.
Once I get out of here, I’ll go to the Underworld and call for reinforcements, and have Sister Ling come and crush you!
She’s a Little Pen Immortal with powerful connections!
She’s not afraid of some random thing from who-knows-where!
“What if I refuse?”
Even though Ling Xiaoyou still didn’t fully understand what was happening, she was certain she’d never hand over her Summoner to the man outside!
The man outside fell silent for a moment, then his tone turned cold.
“Then I’ll just have to come in and take her myself!”
As he finished, Ling Xiaoyou felt a powerful force surge from outside.
But what puzzled her was that this aura didn’t feel like that of a cultivator, nor a Ghost or a monster.
She couldn’t quite place where it came from, but instinctively felt its owner wasn’t from Eastern Radiance.
And recalling the news about Foreign Demons smuggling into New Sea City, Ling Xiaoyou immediately understood what kind of being the man outside was.
A resident of Western Hell—in other words, a Devil!
Judging by the strength of the aura, the Devil outside was likely at the Soul Gathering Realm, equivalent to the third realm among ghost cultivators.
This was going to be troublesome.
Ling Xiaoyou knitted her cute brows.
If the Devil outside were local, she could rely on Sister Ling’s reputation to bluff and scare him off.
But the guy outside was a Devil—a foreign fugitive smuggled into Eastern Radiance, already a wanted outlaw.
He wasn’t even afraid of nearby Exorcists, let alone someone like Hong Lingyan far away in the Underworld.
“Dong!!”
A deep, thunderous boom sounded from the side.
Ling Xiaoyou looked up and couldn’t help clicking her tongue.
A huge fist mark bulged from the several-meters-thick steel door, metal groaning in protest.
Good grief, if that punch landed on me, wouldn’t I be smashed to pieces?
Though Ghosts are supposed to be immune to physical attacks, it depends on the realm.
Ling Xiaoyou, in the Form-Consolidation Realm, facing a Soul Gathering Realm Devil—if he infused his punch with magic, she couldn’t fully resist.
At most, she could offset some of the physical damage.
But even if she did, with her tiny body, ten of her wouldn’t be able to take it!
“Dong!!”
Another punch struck from outside, leaving another huge fist mark on the iron door.
The entire underground shelter trembled.
The thick iron bar securing the door let out a groaning creak—at this rate, it wouldn’t last long against the Devil’s violent ‘lock-picking’ and would soon snap.
No, I can’t just sit here and wait to die.
I have to find a way out!
Ling Xiaoyou hurriedly turned to Xiaoyu, who was clutching her ears in fear from the loud noise.
She turned her to face her.
“Xiaoyu, is there another exit in this underground shelter?”
Though Ling Xiaoyou could phase through as a spirit, Xiaoyu couldn’t.
Despite the strange powers within her, she was still a powerless little girl and couldn’t leave with Ling Xiaoyou.
When Ling Xiaoyou turned her, Xiaoyu lowered her hands from her ears, having heard the question.
But she only shook her head, looking down sadly.
“Pen Fairy Sister, there’s no other exit. The only way out is through the iron door where that monster is.”
In other words, to leave, they’d have to confront the Devil.
Tch, this isn’t good…
Ling Xiaoyou pressed her lips together, forcing her anxious mind to calm down as she thought of a plan.
Xiaoyu also lowered her head in disappointment, feeling useless for not being able to help Pen Fairy Sister.
“Dong!!”
The dull pounding sounded again, as if hitting Ling Xiaoyou’s heart directly, making her uneasy.
What should I do?
If I tried to fight the Devil outside head-on, I’d never win.
If we were the same realm, maybe I’d have a chance.
But with such a huge gap, there’s no way I’d win.
So I have to outsmart him.
Ling Xiaoyou racked her brain, thoughts spinning so fast her head hurt.
She even felt a little hungry.
But her bento delivery was still inside her space ring—her favorite Youquan Shaofan.
She’d planned to eat it during her break after the first Summoning.
Now it seemed this Summoning would be dragging on much longer.
As her thoughts spiraled, Ling Xiaoyou’s mind suddenly flashed.
That’s it—Youquan Shaofan!
Don’t get the wrong idea.
She didn’t think offering a Devil a meal of Youquan Shaofan would tame him or make him obedient.
Besides, Devils can’t eat Youquan Shaofan anyway.
As the name implies, the dish is made with large amounts of Nether Spring Water.
Nether Spring Water, rich in Yin Qi and Ghost Energy, is greatly beneficial to Ghosts and is used as water in the Underworld.
But for any creature besides Ghosts, its high content of Yin Qi and Ghost Energy is extremely corrosive!
That’s where Ling Xiaoyou’s sudden idea came from.
“Dong!!”
Another door-shattering punch sounded, but Ling Xiaoyou was no longer panicked.
She patted Xiaoyu’s small head, telling her that when the door opened, she should hold on tight and not worry about anything else.
Then she waited about a minute.
With one final bang and the door’s lock screaming in protest, the iron door crashed down, sending dust everywhere.
A three-meter-tall, red-skinned Devil ducked through the tiny doorway.
He looked at Ling Xiaoyou—who stood between him and Xiaoyu, facing him—and Xiaoyu, who clung tightly to Ling Xiaoyou’s waist with her eyes shut, too scared to look at the Devil.
The Devil grinned menacingly.
“Xiaoyu, I’ve come…”
Before he could finish, Ling Xiaoyou suddenly flashed in front of him.
Her delicate little face was flushed with excitement as she slammed a lunchbox lid onto the Devil’s face and shouted:
“Devil, eat my Youquan Shaofan Smash!”