I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Qing Feng chimed in, "Indeed, Eighth Prince has narrowly escaped death. We no longer need to hold a banquet in Xunwang Heaven."

Chen Yi looked at her in astonishment. Was it the kind of banquet he was thinking of?

Xiao Lan asked on his behalf, "Sister Qingfeng, what's the banquet for?"

"It's a ritual to commemorate the deceased, a rule set by our senior brother."

Qing Feng said playfully, "It's said that Netherworld Road is too bleak and cold. The living should send them off with fine wine and good food."

Chen Yi almost spat out his drink.

Damn it, so 'holding a banquet' can also be interpreted this way, huh?

Xiao Lan nodded with a somewhat puzzled understanding, "Sister Qingfeng, if I die someday, I hope everyone will eat a bit more at the banquet."

"Of course, you're so thin, I'll definitely throw a three-day and three-night feast for you."

Ah Lang contributed, "Just get me more drinks."

"..."

Chen Yi glanced at Zhao Tianhe and, seeing no reaction from him, thought to himself that Xunwang Heaven really had a basketful of freaking weird rules.

Not long after, two more figures appeared in the pavilion.

However, unlike the previous few, these two did not transition from void to form, but appeared in an instant.

One of them was dressed in a grey Daoist robe, with neatly combed hair, looking like a lean old man with a bit of an immortal's air.

The last person was dressed in silver-white armor, at least eight feet tall with broad shoulders and a robust build.

There was a scar slanting down from the brow on his face, but it did not mar his features. Instead, it added to his imposing presence.

Chen Yi noticed his pupils—one a mix of red and black, a pair of odd eyes.

"Eighth Prince, I hear you were fortunate enough to escape from certain death. Congratulations," Qing Feng approached first, stretching out her hand, "Pay back the money."

Zhao Tianhe quickly pulled her aside, exasperatedly saying, "Junior sister, that's not generous of you, how can you do this to a companion who has just survived a brush with death?"

Without waiting for others to chime in, he continued, "At the very least, give him a few days' grace period."

Chen Yi finally understood why Qing Feng was so dead set on getting paid—it was all thanks to the good teachings of senior brother!

"You siblings are really... forthright," Eighth Prince said with a bitter smile and a shake of his head. "At the next gathering, I shall repay the debt from before."

"Hehe."

Qing Feng gave a look that said 'you're quite sensible' and smiled.

At this moment, the old Daoist who had been examining Chen Yi and Xiao Lan waved his hands to signal:

"Please, take your seats."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient-looking square table appeared in front of each person.

The tables were set with a jar of wine, a dish of something resembling peanuts, several pieces of pastries, and three Immortal Peaches.

Just like when he first met Zhao Tianhe in his dream, these items emanated a faint fragrance the moment they appeared.

Chen Yi glanced at them and, following the example of the others, expressed his thanks.

"I'm Zhao Muzi, a Daoist. First, I'd like to welcome our new comrades, Chen Er and Xiao Lan."

Saying this, the old Daoist opened the seal on the wine jar, poured a bowl, raised it with a smile, and said:

"Once you're in Xunwang Heaven, you're one of us. Let's drink."

Chen Yi poured himself a somewhat peculiar bowl of wine and, like everyone else, drank it all.

Afterward, a light screen appeared—

[At the age of 46, already in the Third Grade Heavenly Union Realm, Sword Dao of Divine Power Realm, you have received a gift from the Great Divine Power: Clear Spring Wine.]

[Heavenly Luck, Rebellion Point +10, a jar of Clear Spring Wine.]

[Note 1: As your rebellion mission is incomplete, the Rebellion Points will convert to progress in cultivation.]

[Note 2: As you are currently in the 'Great Dream Technique,' the reward Clear Spring Wine has been placed in your Sumeru Bag.]

Chen Yi glanced at it and then discreetly looked towards the old Daoist.

Regardless of why "Xunwang Heaven" was established or what its purpose is, I, Chen Yi, am a person of "Xunwang Heaven."

Dead...

Just let the feast begin.

Zhao Tianhe said with a smile, "Elder Brother is right, it's been a long time since Xunwang Heaven was this lively, there's no need to be reserved."

Qing Feng nodded earnestly, "No restraint, we are family. If you're reserved, this young lady will have to deal with you in business."

...

Taoist Zhao Muzi glared at her, "Young lady, don't always talk about business."

Qing Feng pouted but merely responded with an "Oh," without retorting as she had done to Zhao Tianhe before.

"Alright, everyone, share your recent discoveries."

The crowd exchanged looks.

Chen Yi, of course, would not speak up; he needed to observe more and soon started eating the fruit.

[At 46 years old and already in the Third Grade Heavenly Union Realm with Sword Dao of the Divine Power Realm, you have received a White Jade Lotus Seed granted by a Great Divine Power.]

[Fortune as boundless as the sky, Rebellion Point +5, one White Jade Lotus Seed.]

[Note 1: As your rebellion task is incomplete, Rebellion Points will be converted into progress in your cultivation.]

[Note 2: As you are currently in the "Divine Power Big Dream Technique," the reward of Clear Spring Wine has been placed in your Sumeru Bag.]

[Note 3: White Jade Lotus Seed, produced by the Wannian Lotus Platform, can strengthen the Divine Soul when consumed.]

Chen Yi shook his head.

Now it's confirmed—he's dead meat no matter what for Xunwang Heaven!

After a moment of silence.

Ah Lang was the first to speak, "I've found a secret realm near the sea of fire, called 'Red Flame Heaven.' Have you heard of it?"

Zhao Muzi stroked his beard, recalling, "The poor Daoist has indeed heard of it; it is a place of the ancient Fire Clan."

"Originally, the Fire Clan were naturally born spiritual beings with extraordinary talents, but because they provoked a Great Power, they were cursed, and since then, they have declined and perished."

"Ah Lang, if you intend to explore it, you'll need items to ward off fire, and also to guard against the invasion of evil spirits."

Ah Lang nodded, "I do plan to delve into the secret realm, not for the material treasures, but rather to temper myself."

"If the Daoist has suitable magic artifacts for warding off fire, I'm willing to buy them."

Zhao Muzi thought for a moment and nodded, "One Void Extreme Realm Blood Core."

"No problem!" Ah Lang agreed immediately.

Subsequently, the two completed the trade under Chen Yi's gaze.

It was just that Taoist Zhao Muzi handed over two Jade Talismans and a cape to Ah Lang, while Ah Lang wrote down a promissory note—a debt acknowledgment!

...

Chen Yi stared at the two in astonishment and then gazed at the delighted Qing Feng.

Now he had truly found the root of her "death-seeking" for money!

Following that, the latecomer Eighth Prince said, "Daoist, I want to know how to deal with the Ferryman of the Netherworld River!"

Zhao Muzi glanced at him and said with a smile, "You're giving the Daoist too much credit."

"That being has roamed the Netherworld River since before ancient times, how could it be so easy to deal with as to just say the word?"

"However, I do have a method to avoid him, do you want it?"

Eighth Prince nodded vehemently, "Thanks to the Daoist."

"However, the method is not infallible; if that ancient existence notices, I fear for your life should you venture deeper!"

Chen Yi silently took note, feeling somewhat curious.

Netherworld River, Ferryman... unheard of!