As Yun Sheng stepped into the Divine Power Pavilion with one foot, she suddenly remembered a serious problem, which was that she had no money—in other words, she had no "joss paper"—soul stones that could be used in the Netherworld.

Earlier in the Weiwu Forest, Yun Sheng planned to quickly gather some soul stones there, but who knew, she was sidetracked by the Bai Ren Sect and didn’t manage to gather even a single soul stone.

Originally, she could have had a rather precious Red Fire Soul Crystal, but unfortunately, that miser Bo Bo ate it.

Right now, Yun Sheng really didn’t have many soul stones left.

Even without inquiring, Yun Sheng could imagine with her heel that big news like the location of the Ghost King’s lair would absolutely cost a fortune.

However, since she was already there, Yun Sheng had nothing else to do but brace herself and enter the Divine Power Pavilion first.

Upon entering the Divine Power Pavilion, Yun Sheng discovered that the famous Divine Power Pavilion in the Netherworld was an inconspicuous little shop, except for the signboard with the words "Divine Power Pavilion" hanging at the entrance. Inside, it looked no different from a regular pawn shop.

A tiny shop of ten square meters, with no items for sale, only a high counter, behind which sat an old, shriveled man, dozing off.

Yun Sheng coughed lightly a few times, and only then did the old man twitch his eyelids, open his cloudy old eyes, and glance at Yun Sheng twice.

"Excuse me, is this the Divine Power Pavilion?" Yun Sheng found it hard to associate the words "Divine Power" with this unremarkable little shop in front of her.

"Nonsense, of course it’s the Divine Power Pavilion, the only one in the entire Jimo County. I, Shen Jizi, the shopkeeper of the Divine Power Pavilion, know everything from the heavens to the ghosts and gods below. I know everything there is to know in the Netherworld. Little girl, if you want to buy information, hurry up, the Divine Power Pavilion only sells ten pieces of information a day, no waiting until tomorrow," the shriveled old man who called himself Shen Jizi squinted his eyes, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Shen Jizi had white hair and beard, looking nearly a century old.

Afraid he’d fall asleep again, Yun Sheng hurriedly said, "Old man, I’m looking for the whereabouts of the Ghost King’s lair."

Upon hearing the words "Ghost King’s lair," Shen Jizi’s mouth visibly twitched. His previously sleepy demeanor changed dramatically, and his wrinkled old face immediately beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"If you’re looking for information on the Ghost King’s lair, then you’ve come to the right place. The Divine Power Pavilion does indeed have information on the Ghost King’s lair, but, well, it’s not cheap. It costs one hundred King-level soul stones." Shen Jizi seemed to hear a symphony of soul stones roaring around his ears.

In his eyes, Yun Sheng had already turned into a fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Bo Bo! One hundred King-level soul stones, you old geezer, why don’t you just go rob someone!" Before Yun Sheng could react, the Bo Bo on her shoulder almost fell off in shock.

If her own master had a hundred King-level soul stones, it would be overjoyed, and yet this old man just casually asked for King-level soul stones.

King-level Demon Beasts could rival a Martial God or a Holy Sanctuary Mage King, and even in the Netherworld, where magical beast resources were relatively abundant, you couldn’t just gather a hundred King-level Demon Beast soul stones in one go.

People like Ying Chuan and Ying Yue from the Bai Ren Sect took over half a month just to barely find the lowest-grade King-level Red Fire Tree Centipede in the Weiwu Forest.

"Hey, hey, hey, I say, you little fat sheep on your back there should watch your mouth, or the old man here might just roast you and eat you. Little guy, what your master is inquiring about is the Ghost King’s lair, the burial ground of the Netherworld Ghost King. If you really entered the Ghost King’s lair, forget a hundred King-level soul stones, even ten thousand would be a bargain," the old man snorted, his eyes glaring, "Take it or leave it, this is fresh news from last night’s oven. If not, how could you have gotten a chance?"

Shen Jizi rolled his eyes, having thought he’d caught a fat lamb, only to find it penniless.

He snorted irritably, "No soul stones, then get out, don’t disturb the old man’s nap."

With that, he unceremoniously booted Yun Sheng out.

Yun Sheng wasn’t savvy in business, but she was sworn siblings with Tian Yiyu, a merchant, so she could see through their tricks easily.

She could bet, even if she spent a hundred King-level soul stones for the information, the old man would turn around and sell it to ten or even a hundred people.

The Netherworld Ghost King was such a capricious person, even in life he was restless, so the Ghost King’s lair he designed for himself must be filled with traps and dangers.

Adding in a huge group of adventurers heading to explore the Ghost King’s lair, finding the Heart Difficulty Lamp would undoubtedly become much harder.

But these are all matters for later; for now, Yun Sheng first had to think of a way to gather those hundred soul stones.

At a loss, Yun Sheng could only walk out of the Divine Power Pavilion and start taking stock of the valuables on her.

Nearly turning her Beast Language Ring inside out, Yun Sheng only managed to shake out sixty-seven Ninth-Order soul stones. According to the conversion between the Netherworld and Human World, one hundred Ninth-Order soul stones are equivalent to only one King-level soul stone.

These soul stones added up aren’t even enough for one King-level soul stone.

Of course, there’s another way, which is bartering. Yun Sheng’s Summoning Demon Hand and Immortal Holy Grail artifacts are top-tier treasures, even in the Netherworld.

But obviously, that’s not a good approach. Once Divine Artifacts are exposed, Yun Sheng’s journey in the Netherworld would be filled with bloodshed.

With no soul stones and nothing to pawn, Yun Sheng calculated again that even if she set out to hunt King-level Demon Beasts with all her might, it would take at least a year to gather a hundred King-level soul stones.

By then, any so-called new information would be old news, and the Ghost King’s lair would have likely been emptied.

"Bo Bo, dear master, how about we kill and loot!" Bo Bo, learning all the wrong things, suggested mischievously with a wing movement that mimicked slitting a throat.

"That old man may not show any magic or fighting spirit fluctuations around him, but to dare to single-handedly uphold the Divine Power Pavilion in the whole Jimo County, he definitely isn’t simple," Yun Sheng also noticed the Divine Power Pavilion had no guards.

In Jimo County, where the Wanyan Sect, Bai Ren Sect, and many other forces were entrenched, the fact that the Divine Power Pavilion could operate smoothly, meant its backing can’t be simple.

Even a strong dragon doesn’t act rashly in another’s domain, Yun Sheng wasn’t willing to become enemies with the Divine Power Pavilion.

"Bo Bo, I’ve got it! Dear master, if you don’t have soul stones, maybe the Kirin does. Didn’t you always say that the Kirin’s belongings are yours?" Bo Bo, worthy of being Yun Sheng’s Lifebound Summoning Beast, was quite modern in its thinking.

Only then did Yun Sheng recall that Bo Bo was right, her Beast Language Ring not long ago housed a super-rich Ye Beiming.