Chapter 1956

"Paper boxes are acceptable, but they pollute the environment easily. That is why we use recyclable bottles here," Meng Po explained generously.

Zhu Yanyi nodded. Indeed, paper packaging was too wasteful. Bottles could be reused.

"How many milliliters of Meng Po's soup are in each bottle?" Zhu Yanyi asked.

"Not much. If there is too much, some spirits cannot finish it, which would be a waste. So, each bottle contains only one hundred milliliters of Meng Po's soup." Meng Po led them forward and picked up a bottle, handing it to Zhu Yanyi. "Would the Queen of Hell like to try? Our soup is very pure."

Zhu Yanyi took the bottle and sniffed it slightly. "The medicinal scent is strong. There are at least forty-nine types of herbs."

Meng Po was surprised that Zhu Yanyi knew the number of ingredients just by smelling it, without even tasting it. "The Queen of Hell is correct. There are indeed forty-nine types of herbs. They are all grown in the Underworld. The main ingredient is the red spider lily, and the water used is from the Yellow Springs."

Zhu Yanyi nodded. "No wonder the earth energy here is so heavy. For spirits, this heavy earth energy makes it an excellent soul-warming soup."

Yan Aohan smiled. "If you like it, you can take a few boxes with you."

Zhu Yanyi’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Why not?" Meng Po laughed. "If the Queen of Hell wants it, take ten boxes. Just remember, when you finish drinking, you must return the bottles to me."

"No problem." Zhu Yanyi did not hesitate. Although this Meng Po's soup was different from what she had imagined, it could strengthen ordinary people's souls. For cultivators, it was a wonderful supplement for spiritual sense.

"Take ten boxes first. If you want more after finishing them, I will send them to you later," Yan Aohan said, supporting her interest.

"Okay." Zhu Yanyi accepted it gladly. It would be foolish to refuse such a good item.

After visiting Meng Po Village, Zhu Yanyi left with ten boxes of Meng Po's soup. She suddenly remembered the female spirit on the Netherworld Road. "By the way, what happened to that female spirit on the Netherworld Road?"

"Spirits who pass through the Netherworld Road are rare. She has been handed over to Meng Po for training. If she trains well, she may become a new Meng Po in the future. If not, she can still work as a staff member in the Underworld. It is a form of soul cultivation." Yan Aohan knew everything happening in the Underworld, so he answered clearly.

Zhu Yanyi made a sound of understanding. She had asked simply because she remembered, with no other intent. Yan Aohan understood this, so he provided the answer.

Leaving Meng Po Village, Yan Aohan accompanied Zhu Yanyi to continue their tour. The Underworld was vast, and they wandered until they reached the Realm Gate.

"What is this place?" The Realm Gate was not wide, with only about seventy single-story buildings. However, all around, above and below, were countless light rings. Each ring represented a different realm.

"This is the Realm Yellow Springs," Yan Aohan said seriously. "It connects to three thousand realms. Each light ring transports spirits from those three thousand realms."

Zhu Yanyi stood there for a while. Indeed, there were people of all kinds. Some wore ancient costumes, some modern clothes, and others futuristic armor. There were farmers, wealthy merchants, ministers, and beggars.

Three thousand realms, countless forms of life. So that is how it is.

Regardless of the era, the diversity of life teaches the truth of existence. Whether to create a world, maintain peace, or destroy a world and abandon a planet.

Many people discard what they consider bad, never realizing that some bad things are created by themselves.

Because we understand, we must cherish what we have.

Cherishing is the most basic requirement for a person.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yanyi felt her aura change again. She closed her eyes, and her cultivation advanced significantly, approaching the mid-stage of the Moving Void Realm.

Yan Aohan smiled, seeing her state. "Your speed is truly fast. Even watching the Yellow Springs of three thousand realms gives you insights."

"Who asked me to be a heart cultivator? I always think of things differently from others," Zhu Yanyi smiled at Yan Aohan, her eyes full of joy.

Her cultivation had advanced quickly over the past two days, but she did not feel unstable. This was related to her previous decision to suppress her entry into the Moving Void Realm while in the Transforming Void Realm. Because her foundation was solid, the benefits were now evident.

"Let's go. I will show you the red spider lilies covering eight thousand miles of the Yellow Springs." Yan Aohan held Zhu Yanyi’s hand and led her to the Yellow Springs Road.

"Do you know? After I died in my previous life and entered the Yellow Springs Road, everyone around me was like wood. I was the only one who felt strange. I thought this place was very boring. Later, to pass the time, I observed the red spider lilies around me. Watching the soul-guiding flowers of the Yellow Springs while waiting in line was also a kind of enjoyment."

"Don't you think the red spider lily is a tragic flower?" Yan Aohan asked casually.

"You mean the legend that the flower never sees the leaf, and the leaf never sees the flower?"

"Actually, I think this legend is a matter of personal opinion. To me, the red spider lily is just a flower. It is not inherently tragic. This is just the thought of sentimental people who heard the legend and saw the flower.

If the red spider lily did not sacrifice its leaves, who would pay attention to its fiery existence? There are too many red flowers in the world. The elegance of the red peony, the grace of the red peony, the ethereal beauty of the red hibiscus, the passion of the red rose, and so on. There are so many red flowers. If the red spider lily did not have its own characteristics, who would remember it? So, the red spider lily sacrificed its leaves, turning them into fertilizer, and bloomed beautiful flowers. This is how people remembered it.

I think the leaves are helping the flowers, and the flowers are thanking the leaves. Of course, I must say that the red spider lily is a very calculating flower."

"Oh?" Yan Aohan tilted his head, looking at Zhu Yanyi, waiting for her to continue.

Zhu Yanyi shrugged and continued, "Think about it. Other flowers have both leaves and buds. But this flower, when it has leaves, you cannot see the flowers. When it has flowers, there are no leaves. This makes people feel its uniqueness.

Some people cry for it, thinking it is a flower of sorrow. I think it is a flower of hidden depth.

Basically, everyone now knows that the red spider lily is the flower of the Yellow Springs, where the flower never sees the leaf, and the leaf never sees the flower. Other red flowers like red peonies or red roses do not have such legends. Thus, the red spider lily appears much more unique."