Chapter 179: The Realm-Level Chatterbox
“Ay-yo-yo-yo… this Underworld road just keeps getting worse!”
The Underworld King slowly climbed to his feet, wiped the mud from his face, and with that single motion seemed to unlock some unstoppable switch in his body.
“I told them ages ago,” he began in a drawn-out, mournful tone, “that this path by the Yin River needed maintenance. I said, lay some stones, even gravel would do! But nooo, nobody listens. And now look—after all these years, still a pit every few steps! Honestly, this is all your fault, Ye Yuan. What did my poor Underworld ever do to you? You can’t just mind your own business up there? You had to bring your disciples and grand-disciples down here to stir up trouble too! Fine, fine, maybe they all have their reasons, but do they need to come so often? This realm is mine, not yours! You could at least go bother Heaven for once, why always me? Every time you appear, boom—craters everywhere! I swear, every time I fix the ground, you blast another hole! I was finally enjoying some peace, and then here you are again. Oh, and what’s this—finally took a disciple? A girl? Well, would you look at that! So your problem’s finally cured, huh? Let me tell you, raising a female disciple is a whole different—”
The torrent of words just kept going. The Underworld King plopped down cross-legged right where he stood, gesturing animatedly, mouth running faster than the Yin River itself.
Ye Yuan: “…”
Yun Jiao: “…”
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This man is a chatterbox… a realm-level chatterbox!
“So,” the Underworld King continued blithely, “what are you here for this time? Who ticked you off again? Go ahead, smash ‘em! Don’t mind me—wouldn’t help even if I wanted to. You’re stronger, I’ve accepted that. Just, for heaven’s sake, stop wrecking the riverbanks! I’ve got flowers growing here! Every time you visit, you blast a hole or two, and my poor blossoms—pfft, gone! Tell me, how’s a king supposed to get any work done like that? One day you’ll end up here yourself, and when you do, I hope you appreciate the scenery I’m maintaining for you. Speaking of which, since we’ve known each other so long, maybe you should come learn gardening from me. No? Fine. You’d probably freeze the flowers anyway. Flowers are like women, you know, delicate, responsive to care—”