While My Mage Wife Grinds, I Power Up Idly-Chapter 82: Thank You, Senior Uncle

After acquiring the mounts, Ashu and the others significantly increased their travel speed.

The Netherrealm couldn’t be distinguished between night or day; the sky was always shrouded in mist, and the land was as terrifying as blood.

On this vast and desolate continent, when they encountered the first building, the rooster-headed Demon said, "My lord, we are approaching the Great Demon’s camp."

Ashu dismounted with a flip.

Visibility here was still low; he could only see a small, dilapidated shack about ninety meters away.

The house was in ruins, as if someone had built it for seven days, then was forced to reincarnate; another successor built it for seven days, then was forced to reincarnate again...

Even now, the crooked little shack had no owner.

"My lord, this is the most suitable stronghold. Moving forward will enter the patrol area and it’s easy to get exposed," the rooster-headed Demon said again.

"Even places this unwanted get inspected from time to time. When that happens, please pretend to be an evil spirit so you won’t be recognized."

Ashu nodded.

Then he looked at Vivita and asked, "Can you sense Kakarim from here?"

"Spiritual perception is mutual. Right now, I’m wrapping us in spiritual perception to avoid detection, so I can’t use spiritual perception to sense others," Vivita replied.

"But if it’s the Saintess, Her Grace, she can."

"What level of spiritual perception do you have?"

"Ninth level spiritual perception."

"Meaning, higher levels have additional abilities?"

"No, it’s simply that lower levels don’t get to enjoy the same rules as higher levels."

Hearing this, Ashu scratched his head, feeling like he’d been insulted.

So what’s a zero-level spiritual perception then?

Ashu sighed helplessly, "Then mark the spot and call Anna in."

Vivita nodded in agreement, then entered the dilapidated shack to begin marking the "Gate of Heaven" procedure.

Seeing this, the rooster-headed Demon, although not knowing who Anna was, could clearly see Ashu needed a scout up ahead.

So, he volunteered, "My lord, please wait here for now. I will go scout ahead. The Cardinal you mentioned has already become a Demon, but there are many Demons ahead, and even my perception can’t tell which one is him."

Ashu patted the rooster-headed Demon’s shoulder in praise, "Good. Be careful. When you return, I will appoint you as the Cidi Sect’s official envoy stationed in the Netherrealm."

Upon hearing this, the rooster-headed Demon was so excited his feathers almost stood on end. He quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, my lord! I’m going at once!"

After finishing, his legs spun like wind and fire wheels, pushing with all his might toward the center of the Great Demon’s territory.

After he left, only Ashu and Ymir remained on the spot.

Ymir asked, "Who is this Saintess you mentioned?"

Ashu gave Ymir a sidelong glance. "How about you tell me your concerns or guesses first."

Ymir was counting on Ashu’s team to help her reclaim the Scythe.

Besides, even if she wanted to run, Ashu wouldn’t allow it.

Right now, the situation was that she both needed help from others, was dependent on them, and was controlled by them.

So, she could only answer honestly: "When I was little, it was my grandmother who took me in. She said she was once a Saintess, a Saintess who proclaimed Death. I heard big sister mention Saintess just now, so I couldn’t help but ask."

People in this world seemed to have some kind of obsession with the title Saintess.

Those who clearly belonged to the Witch’s Guild were called Witches, but when they went over to the Holy Cultivator Guild, they were called Saintesses.

And someone who proclaimed Death was also called a Saintess.

"Big brother, I’ve already told you, can you just tell me now?"

Ashu smiled slightly and replied, "You’ll know soon enough."

...

Not long after.

Vivita had set the "Gate of Heaven" marker, then returned briefly to the mortal world to notify Anna.

After that, the two squeezed together and appeared inside a shabby little hut in the Netherrealm.

Ymir looked at the Anna who had just walked out of the hut, and immediately knew that this stunningly beautiful woman was the so-called Saintess.

When Ymir looked at Anna, naturally Anna was observing her in return.

Anna, with her Twelfth Stage of Spiritual Perception, saw through Ymir’s identity with just one glance.

She stepped forward and said, "How did the only daughter of the ’God of Death’ end up in such a miserable state?"

"How do you know..." Ymir’s expression was shocked. She had never expected Anna to be able to see through her identity at their very first meeting.

Not only that, Anna glanced around and asked, "Where is your Scythe?"

Ymir was even more startled. She had never thought Anna would know about that too.

"Who are you? How do you know so much about me? Do we know each other?"

"Oh, no. We don’t. But I recognize the power you carry. That should have been passed to you by my senior sister. Your lineage is a single bloodline, and the inheritance is all contained in the Scythe. How did you even lose your Scythe?" Anna stepped closer and asked.

If judged solely by human age, Anna and Ymir were only a few months apart, but by the academic seniority within the Witch guild, they were very different.

The lifespan of a Witch could not be compared to that of an ordinary person.

Anna’s peers might be a small child or might be a very old elder.

Anna’s tone when speaking to Ymir carried the care of a senior toward a junior. It was not cold like with strangers, nor was it teasing like with a mistress.

Looking at Anna’s genuine concern, tears shimmered in Ymir’s dark eyes.

Ever since the grandmother who had adopted her left, she was all alone. No matter who it was, they rejected her as the representative of "Death." In the mortal world, she was like a rat crossing the street — everyone shouted to beat her. Even in the Netherrealm of the dead, she could find no place to belong.

She was severely starved for love. Any little bit of light that shone into her dry heart moved her so deeply she felt like she might die from it.

"What’s your name?" Anna asked.

"My name is Ymir. Just Ymir," Ymir answered honestly.

"Oh, I’ve got it," Anna said, then stopped talking about that topic and focused her perception on the task at hand. She spread out her Twelfth Stage of Spiritual Perception, immediately absorbing a model map of a major Demon territory into her mind.

"Found it. Didn’t detect anyone particularly strong, so they’ve probably gone out. As for Kakarim, he’s right in the center, not moving at all. Judging by the fluctuations on him, he should be adapting from his original Holy Power to the current Demon energy. Once he adapts successfully, his strength will skyrocket. He hasn’t adapted yet, so his power is actually weaker than before. If we want to take action, it has to be soon. But... the patrols around here are troublesome, they must have been deliberately arranged. There are two rings in total: the outer ring has 22 Magister-level guards, and the inner ring has 4 Grand Archmage-level ones."

Listening to the intelligence Anna casually pulled out, Ymir’s admiration for Anna was evident.

In this mist-shrouded Netherrealm, Anna so easily discovered the surrounding situation and even the defensive deployments clearly.

"Master Uncle, could you help me find the location of my Scythe?" Ymir asked.

"Master Uncle?" Ashu and Anna both asked back in surprise.

Different places around the world had different customs. In the place where they grew up, the master’s younger sister was not called that, but in Ymir’s environment, it seemed the master’s younger sister was called "Master Uncle."

This form of address was popular in many parts of the world and wasn’t unusual.

Still, being suddenly called that made Anna freeze for a few seconds.

"It’s in the hands of one of the four Demons in the inner ring. You can see it if you just go there," Anna said without elaborating, quietly helping Ymir lock onto the Scythe’s position.

"Thank you, Master Uncle!"

Anna enjoyed the feeling of being an elder and couldn’t help but curve the corner of her mouth slightly. She patted Ymir on the shoulder and said, "Come visit the mortal world sometime. I can’t stay here too long."

The three of them were currently still in the "Goth Hotel" in Kakase.

First, all three couldn’t enter the Netherrealm at once; someone had to stay behind as gatekeeper. Second, if anything overwhelming happened in the Netherrealm, the one left in the mortal world could quickly use the "Gate of Heaven" to summon the other two souls back and get them out of danger.

After finishing her words, Anna independently returned to the mortal world.

Ymir stared at the empty air in front of her, feeling reluctant to leave and quietly filled with hope.

No one had ever invited her like this before, and it made her feel like she was still "alive."

Ashu quietly observed Ymir’s change, unable to help but sigh inwardly. Anna was truly Anna — just one meeting was enough to completely stabilize such an unstable factor as Ymir.

"The great Demon ’Shava’ is not here, which is a good opportunity for us," Vivita stepped forward and said, "Since Her Saintess Majesty said Kakarim is in a vulnerable adaptation period, maybe we can try an assassination."

Upon hearing this, Ashu pondered briefly.

If they sent Vivita to assassinate Kakarim now, the chance of success would actually be quite high.

However, according to the Holy Cultivator Guild’s Purge Order, once Kakarim was successfully killed, this purge operation would be declared over.

For Ashu, this would at most reward some Divine Points, and those Divine Points would still be returned through the system.

Taking advantage of the "Gate of Heaven," taking advantage of entering the Netherrealm, taking advantage of such a good opportunity, only to earn this tiny bit of reward—Ashu was unwilling to accept it.

His greater expectation was Ymir’s power.

According to her situation, as long as she reclaimed the inherited Scythe, she could immediately restore a large amount of strength.

Then, after the system returned it, he could gain even more power.

This was absolutely much better than the dry reward of just killing one Kakarim.

"Vivita, don’t be careless," Ashu said. "The great Demon ’Shava’ being temporarily absent doesn’t mean he won’t come back. He might have just left, or might return any moment. If we went in just now and happened to meet Shava’s return, we’d be stuck. So, I suggest we first assassinate the two patrol rings to be safe."