Chapter 266: The Red Lotus Calamity

A grown man, with red eyes and tears.

Amid the frequent chaos, citizens infected with the plague had given up, attacking Lin Xuanzhi, who was then saved by Di Chenyu.

That person had embraced Di Chenyu, who then contracted the plague, becoming bedridden and growing weaker by the day.

“When did this happen?” The tyrant’s voice was cold and his anger was evident.

“A month ago. He has been relying on herbal medicine to keep him alive, until three days ago when his condition worsened and he fell into a coma. Today…” Lin Xuanzhi could not continue. He owed the Sixth Prince a life.

“A month! Why was this reported so late?” The tyrant’s voice was icy and his face was dark with rage. “Stop kneeling and go save the Sixth Prince! Can kneeling bring him back?”

The tyrant’s heart was in agony.

His son!

Di Chenyu was the one he had the most hope for among his nine sons.

He was stable, mature, and possessed the qualities of a successor. In his early years, he had considered passing the title of Crown Prince to Di Chenyu.

However, with his nine sons still young and the political situation unstable, he did not want them to fight each other over the position of Crown Prince. Thus, he had kept things in place.

“Let me see Sixth Brother. Let me see, I can save him, I can.”

Ah Bao clenched her small fists anxiously. Her Sixth Brother was the only sibling she had seen twice after his birth, the stunningly talented young prince.

At the door, the room was already crowded. Seeing the tyrant’s arrival, everyone knelt and paid their respects.

The tyrant did not enter immediately but set Ah Bao down. “Ah Bao, go inside and see your Sixth Brother. Say your goodbyes.”

His tone was choked with emotion.

[Don’t cry, Daddy. Don’t worry. Ah Bao will save my brother. I’m here.]

The tyrant’s heart, which had been hanging by a thread, gradually relaxed. In this world, he could distrust anyone, but he could never doubt his precious daughter.

Ah Bao, I entrust your Sixth Brother’s life to you.

Ah Bao, with her short legs, entered the room. At this time, an elderly doctor was just finishing giving Di Chenyu an injection.

“Doctor, how is his condition?” A white-clothed man beside the bed asked.

The old doctor shook his head and sighed. “Alas, he’s hanging on by a thread. He may have some unfulfilled wish. It’s a pity. Prepare for the final arrangements. I’m powerless to help further.”

“Doctor, please check the Sixth Prince again. Can you take another look?”

“Sixth Brother…” Ah Bao approached the bed. The person lying there had his eyes tightly shut, his face pale, lips as white as snow, devoid of any blood, and breathing faintly as if he might pass away at any moment.

Yet, his hands and body were black and purple, swollen all over.

Ah Bao’s eyes reddened for the first time. [Sixth Brother, hold on. If Mother sees you like this, how heartbroken she would be.]

“L-little Princess?” The white-clothed man beside her was shocked.

Ah Bao had seen him earlier and found him familiar, but she hadn’t recalled who he was.

This wasn’t a good time to recognize people.

The white-clothed man escorted the old doctor out of the room.

Inside, everyone kept their heads down—General Lei, Lin Xuanzhi, and several deputy generals…

Everyone wept quietly. “Have the clothes been prepared? What about the coffin for the burial…” Lin Xuanzhi asked. They all wore white cloth over their noses to isolate the plague.

Even Ah Bao had a white strip tied around her nose by Lin Xuanzhi, covering her mouth and nose like a mask.

Ah Bao didn’t wear it and threw it away.

When the others tried to persuade Ah Bao, she had already grasped Di Chenyu’s hand.

“Your Majesty, please accept our condolences,” Lin Xuanzhi and General Lei said as officials of Lingnan City.

The Tiansheng Emperor, suppressing his grief, was saddened by the loss of his son. Yet, the people of Lingnan City had been enduring the daily pain of losing loved ones for over a year.

The lives of the common people were also precious, and familial bonds were invaluable.

What right did he have to be sad? He was simply experiencing the same pain as the people.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Ah Bao transferred a trace of spiritual energy into Di Chenyu’s palm, and she bit her finger, using her blood to draw a soul-restricting talisman on his palm.

Just then, two emissaries, carrying blood-red soul hooks, descended from the sky, aiming for Di Chenyu’s forehead. Ah Bao’s brows furrowed.

The two soul hooks shattered instantly.

The two emissaries were sent flying!

At the same time, dark clouds rolled across the sky, and thunder rumbled.

Ah Bao was truly angry.

She placed Di Chenyu’s hand back under the quilt, dashed out of the room, pointing angrily at the sky and cursing, “Damn it…”

[Dare to hook my Sixth Brother’s soul! Just wait!]

Ah Bao huffed and vanished from the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

The two sent flying emissaries got up from the air and saw a fierce-looking little girl standing in front of them.

Uh…

There was a plump round milk bottle hanging in front of her neck.

She didn’t seem even two years old.

Soul Reaper Emissary No. 1: “Second Brother, can she see us? Who is she?”

Soul Reaper Emissary No. 2: “Big Brother, she doesn’t have the Heavenly Eyes. She looks like an ordinary person. Whatever, we’re too busy to care. We’re almost out of room in the underworld with all the souls we’ve been reaping. Let’s finish up quickly and go back to sleep. Little King of Hell has reincarnated, and the Black and White Impermanence have run away. We’re working overtime without overtime pay. Let’s get this done quickly and go home.”

Soul Reaper Emissary No. 1: “Right! Anyone who blocks us today, we’ll reap them together to avoid a second trip. But where are our soul hooks?”

The two looked around, searching.

Ah Bao grabbed a soul hook in each hand and threw them at the two, piercing through their bodies. “Here!”

“Ah! Ah!” The two screamed.

Ah Bao easily pulled the two emissaries in front of her.

The two emissaries were stunned. “These aren’t our soul hooks.”

Their hooks were red; this person’s hooks were golden!

Golden soul hooks were reserved for only the top two officials in the underworld.

In the underworld, the hierarchy was very strict, and the color of the soul hooks used by the ghost messengers was different.

Ah Bao couldn’t be bothered to waste words with the two emissaries. “I’m protecting Di Chenyu. Remove all the soul-reaping flowers around the General’s residence. No other ghost messengers or emissaries are allowed to enter.”

Her voice was fierce.

Soul Reaper Emissary No. 1: “Oh, such a big mouth. Do you think you’re the King of Hell? Why should we listen to a little mortal like you?”

Ah Bao narrowed her eyes, infusing spiritual energy into the golden soul hooks, making the two feel as if they were being burned by fire.

“Hellfire, red lotus hellfire! Ah, ah, ah, Little King of Hell, wuwu, it’s the Little Big Brother!” Soul Reaper Emissary No. 1 recognized Ah Bao. Although he didn’t know her face, he recognized the red lotus hellfire.

In the entire underworld, only the Old King of Hell and the Little King of Hell had the qualification to practice the red lotus hellfire.

And only the Little King of Hell has mastered it. It is said that the Old King of Hell’s red lotus hellfire was taught by the Little King of Hell.