Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Lilly was perplexed. “Like me? What kind of king are you...” In the Weakling Spirit's mind, the titles of the Ten Hell Palace Rulers quickly flashed by.

King of Transformation? King of Age? Or some other king! He had never heard Master Belmont mention any other Ruler of Hell who had undergone human tribulations! The Harem Spirit was filled with question marks and simply pointed at Lilly, saying, “Lilly is the Ruler of Hell, are you one too? What generation of the Ruler of Hell are you?” Ivan: “22?” Lilly is the Ruler of Hell? “No, I'm not any kind of king,” he silently said.

He was familiar with the Ten Hell Palace Rulers and had learned about the things in the underworld.

But he was not Ruler of Hell of the underworld.

Ivan shook his head. “I have no status. I'm just on a journey of cultivation.” The ghost spirits and Lilly stared wide-eyed, and Lisa Mccarthy pointed at him. “You? Descendant of the Witch God?” Ivan shook his head.

He was different from Lisa Mccarthy too.

The Witch God had descendants, but he was not one of them.

He only knew that he was pursuing something, something he couldn’t put into words, but he knew he had to become stronger.

Lilly was bewildered, racking her brain but unable to comprehend it.

If only the Master was here...

It's also possible to check Ivan’s fate in the Book of Life.

Unfortunately, the Master hadn't woken up yet...

Thinking of this, Lilly quickly opened the jar of souls and took a look.

The Spirit Tree was inside the jar of souls, and at a glance, it seemed to occupy the center of the jar, taking up half of its world.

Jessie was still stuck on the tree, pitifully holding onto the bottle.

Master's soul lamp was still shining, blinding to the eyes.

“Master isn't better yet...” Lilly felt a bit disappointed.

She thought she would be able to see Master this time! Jessie asked, “Can we switch to another spirit?” She, a Ghost Lord, is hanging on the tree and holding the bottle! It's too boring! Jessie, being a child herself, couldn't bear it any longer and felt extremely bored.

The Harem Spirit said, “Then let's take turns!” Ms. Ugly and Tinkerbell weren't strong enough to hold down the soul lamp.

Finally, it was the Ghost General and the Malignant Spirit taking turns, and Lilly embarked on the path of cultivation.

While walking, Lilly pondered over things.

The place they descended to this time was different from the previous one. The previous place was called the Crescent Valley, bare and desolate, like a desert with nothing.

But here, it was vibrant with waterfalls, forests, and swamps.

Unlike the mortal realm, the water in the waterfalls here had a deep color, looking very cold at a glance.

The colors of the trees were not just green; there were various colors, even a bit dreamlike...

Lilly wanted to become stronger. When she was flipping through the books earlier, she learned that she could find something to enhance her strength, and the best thing for that turned out to be the Soul Flower.

The Soul Flower could not only condense souls, but as a living person, eating it could also make one’s soul become powerful.

In the underworld, whoever had a powerful soul would have a head start in terms of primitive power.

Of course, possessing a powerful soul was just the foundation, much like how a strong and resilient physique was the basic requirement for her father’s training. Afterward, he would need to learn combat skills, fighting techniques, and the use of firearms.

Whether in the mortal realm or the underworld, physicality was of utmost importance.

However, in the underworld, the significance of the physical body seemed to diminish, while the power of the soul became paramount.

Lilly had decided to start her cultivation from the basics, laying a strong foundation and forging the most resilient soul.

A soul that could withstand even the mighty blow of the King of Cities without shattering.

That way, she would have the fundamentals for survival! “Is this truly the underworld?” the Harem Spirit hesitated, “Does the underworld have such a style?” The Weakling Spirit felt around and said, “It seems so. The bad aura is dense here, without a trace of the mortal realm’s aura.” “Where are we headed now?” the Unlucky Ghost asked, “Usually, when we descend, we go to the underworld... But now that we've come out of this desolate land, we're unsure of what to do.” Lilly spoke, “We're going to find the Soul Flower!” The Weakling Spirit nodded, “Yes, no matter what, we must find the Soul Flower. It holds great significance for Master Belmont, for us, and even for Lilly.” On the way, they could also search for things like evil energy veins.

After practicing along the evil energy vein for a while, they had now advanced to become Ghost Generals, rendering the evil energy vein less useful for them.

They needed to find something more advanced.

Lilly had originally intended to continue on, but then she noticed that her clothes had quickly dried.

She had just fallen into the pond, so how could they be dry already? Puzzled, she glanced at Ivan. “Ivan, your clothes aren't wet either.” Ivan, who had been contemplating how to ask Lilly some questions, reacted, “Hmm?” Both of them immediately turned their heads, fixating their gaze on the pond.

Ivan squinted his eyes, “This pond is extraordinary.” Lilly clenched her fists, “Yes, | feel my body has become stronger!” Ivan emphasized, “The wounds on my body have also healed.” Lilly paused for a moment and asked, “Ivan, were you injured?” The other ghost spirits: ...

There was no need to emphasize it so deliberately...