That's your fault."
Wang Nanxuan said, "How about this? A thousand souls, but I want to pick them myself."
Mephisto said, "Dream on. My prized possessions are not for you. One hundred inferior souls. That prodigal son is only worth that much."
So-called inferior souls refer to those that have been tormented until they lose their spirituality. Such souls, in the eyes of a Hell Lord, are merely basic materials.
Blackheart was furious. He roared, "What did you say? I'm only worth a hundred souls, and inferior ones at that?"
Mephisto said very frankly, "No, you're not worth a hundred souls. Buying you back is just for my reputation."
Blackheart nearly went berserk. If he hadn't been controlled by Wang Nanxuan, he would have definitely fought Mephisto. Wang Nanxuan ignored Blackheart and continued to haggle with Mephisto.
Finally, both parties reached a price—five human souls to be selected, and five hundred inferior souls.
Wang Nanxuan secretly rejoiced, "Success! Mephisto has some special souls that can give me a lot of help."
Mephisto also secretly rejoiced, "Success! I'll tamper with the souls. As long as those souls enter that kid's Hell, I'll be able to pinpoint his location. By then, he'll be dead for sure."
Wang Nanxuan and Mephisto exchanged glances, both smiling. Then, Wang Nanxuan raised his hand to write a contract and said, "Sign the contract."
"Alright."
Mephisto carefully examined the contract. After a moment, he pressed his finger on the contract, and the contract was officially established.
Wang Nanxuan threw the Blackheart statue to Mephisto and said, "The souls."
Mephisto didn't waste words either. His right hand transformed into a demonic claw and snatched at the void. Five hundred souls materialized into a black mist in his hand—ordinary souls are weaker, and the protective barrier wouldn't block them.
"These are five hundred inferior souls. As for my collection, I'll give you five minutes to choose."
Mephisto threw the black mist to Wang Nanxuan. Then, he summoned a magical light screen, which displayed his treasured souls. Some of them were even famous historical figures, and there were even several kings.
To be honest, if it weren't for the purpose of ambushing Wang Nanxuan, Mephisto would never have brought out these collections for the other party to choose from. He had put a lot of effort into acquiring these souls.
"These souls are really good. Oh, this guy's here too?"
Wang Nanxuan didn't stand on ceremony either. He carefully identified these souls, and soon, he selected five souls that were useful to him—as a Hell Lord, he could vaguely sense the memories of these souls.
With each soul Wang Nanxuan picked, Mephisto's expression grew uglier. As soon as Wang Nanxuan finished picking, he immediately retracted the light screen. These souls were all his prized possessions.
"Kid, we'll play slowly later."
Mephisto left a sinister remark and disappeared.
Wang Nanxuan snorted coldly, put away the five selected souls, and then clenched the black mist in his hand. The five hundred souls instantly turned into five hundred soul gold coins, each with a wailing human face on it.
Soul gold coins, the hard currency of Hell and the Dark Dimension, can be preserved for a long time.
Mephisto sensed this and cursed bitterly. He knew that his scheme had been seen through by the other party.
"I've lost big time. It's all your fault, you good-for-nothing. Today, I'm going to teach you a good lesson."
Mephisto took out his anger on Blackheart. If it weren't for this guy, how could he have suffered such heavy losses?
"Mephisto, I will definitely kill you and become the Hell Lord."
Blackheart roared furiously. This father and son once again began their daily routine of 'fatherly kindness and filial piety.'
At San Venganza, Wang Nanxuan thought for a moment and used magic to contact the Sorcerer Supreme, "Sorcerer Supreme, can you do me a favor?"
Ancient One did not refuse. She said, "A favor must be repaid."
"Alright."
Wang Nanxuan took out a hundred soul gold coins and said, "A hundred soul gold coins to get me four proper identities. My name is Andrew Wang. Also, please help me purify these five souls and remove Mephisto's tampering."
As a Hell Lord, Wang Nanxuan's true name possessed incredible power, so he needed an alias—Mephisto also used an alias; he had also used the name Mephistopheles.
"Lord, identity documents aren't that expensive. One soul gold coin is enough to get one. Because of Kamar-Taj, souls are very valuable on Earth, at least a hundred thousand dollars each."
Feng Mo quickly said, hearing this. From his tone, one could tell he was very poor.
Thinking of something, Feng Mo added, "Lord, if you show up, the people of the underground world will definitely submit to you."
"I'm not interested in dealing with those scumbags."
Wang Nanxuan scoffed, "What I want is a completely clean, completely legitimate identity. Besides, this is to whitewash you all, so you won't be hunted down again in the future."
Feng Mo's eyes lit up, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, Lord."
Wang Nanxuan raised his hand and touched Feng Mo's glabella. A flaming phoenix mark of Rebirth Hell appeared on Feng Mo's glabella, signifying that he had officially become a person, or rather, a demon, of Rebirth Hell.
"Master."
Feng Mo was incredibly excited and immediately knelt down to salute. Before, he was considered a temporary worker, but now he had officially joined the ranks of Rebirth Hell.
Becoming a subordinate to a Hell Lord, how many demons dreamed of such a thing? Not to mention, this Hell Lord was incredibly powerful.
"Get up. From now on, call me Boss."
Wang Nanxuan said. At this moment, a small portal appeared beside him. Then, four driver's licenses flew out, and at the same time, the hundred soul gold coins and five souls in Wang Nanxuan's hand flew into the portal.
"Such efficiency, Sorcerer Supreme. I'll recommend clients to you in the future."
Wang Nanxuan, or rather Andrew Wang, grabbed the driver's licenses and said with a smile. Ancient One was too lazy to bother with him. After purifying the five souls, she sent them back to Andrew, and then the portal quickly disappeared.
Andrew sent the five souls back to Rebirth Hell. His main body thought for a moment, and his soul, carrying a mass of fresh blood, rushed into the projection. The projection quickly transformed into a real flesh-and-blood body, and at the same time, the Spirit of Vengeance was completely devoured, becoming a part of Andrew.
From now on, Andrew on Earth was the main body, while the one in Hell was the Hell Lord's body carrying most of his power.
For other Hell Lords, this would be very dangerous, but for Andrew, it was nothing, because the two Hells were connected. As long as he wished, he could draw power from the Hell Lord's body and Rebirth Hell at any time.
As for why he didn't descend directly? The reason was simple: he was simply too strong. If he descended directly, even if he did nothing, it would cause a large number of humans to collapse.
"It's much more fun with my main body here."
Andrew smiled and said to Feng Mo, "Let's go to New York. Uh, no, let's go to Las Vegas first. I want to thoroughly investigate just how depraved America is."
Next, Andrew had only two things to do: enjoy life and acquire souls—acquiring souls was to enhance his strength, and only with enough strength could he continue to enjoy it.
It wasn't easy to get to Earth, so he couldn't treat himself badly.