Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The ferryman.

It is the most powerful being in the Yellow Springs Yin Earth, apart from the Yin Emperor and the Ten Kings of Hell.

At the same time, they are also the most mysterious group.

At this moment.

Watching the ferryman, who was standing on a bamboo raft and whose bamboo pole left afterimages as he manipulated the Yellow Springs to forcibly descend upon this place, Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp both fell silent.

The ferryman was the first life they encountered in the underworld.

Its true strength is unknown, but at the time, one could tell at a glance that the Void-Piercing Divine Sword was extraordinary.

I suppose he must be at least at the level of an immortal.

But now, more than one ferryman is heading here.

"What are you doing here?"

The ferryman who was leading the way turned around and flew into a rage, shouting, "Neglect of duty! That's a serious crime! Go back now!"

"Get back to me!"

"Heaven descends to earth to bestow blessings; the top ten will all become Yama, the King of Hell. If you want to enjoy it all to yourself, dream on!"

"What? There is such a good thing?"

"Hmm? You don't know? Then why did you come along?"

"When I saw you all come one by one, I thought there was some excitement to watch. I didn't expect such a good thing. Make way, I'll be the first to meet Huang Tian!"

"Alright, alright, there are too many monks and not enough meat, so let's rely on our own abilities!"

These ferrymen exchanged glances and, without a second thought, immediately started fighting.

Suddenly, the waters of the Yellow Springs descended from the heavens.

Rays of light shot into the sky.

The shockwaves caused the fake Bridge of Helplessness to tilt, seemingly about to collapse at any moment.

No wonder the ferrymen fought each other.

Indeed, they did hear the voice of the Nine Netherworld Lamp in the Yellow Springs Underworld.

They could not possibly have misheard that sound.

As for the story of the Yellow Heaven descending to earth and bestowing blessings, as mentioned by the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, is it possible that it's a hoax?

What a joke.

That is the Yellow Heaven, the true Heavenly Way.

Anyone who knows what Huangtian is would not spread such a rumor.

Otherwise, divine punishment will befall the world.

No matter how strong you are, even if you are strong enough to be close to the level of the Dao, you cannot bear this cause and effect.

Watching the aftershocks of the shockwave.

Feeling the power that was almost enough to split the heavens and the earth.

Chen Huangpi's eyelids twitched wildly, his lips twitched, and he looked with difficulty at the brass oil lamp.

"Huang Er..."

"kindness……"

Chen Huangpi's inquiry contained a great deal of information.

The brass oil lamp's answer was concise and to the point.

With one person and one lamp, without the slightest hesitation, one desperately channeled his inner energy, while the other used that energy to ignite the lamp oil, pushing their concealment abilities to the extreme.

As for whether or not to borrow resources.

Forget it, this little thing is no longer important.

"Fellow clansman, you're the best liar, hurry up and lie to me!"

"What are you lying about?"

"They lied to me and said we hadn't gotten into any trouble."

The brass oil lamp stammered, "We didn't do anything, we were just good people passing by."

"Okay, we didn't cause any trouble."

Chen Huangpi said nervously, "We are all good people, and the ferryman is a good person too. Good people don't make things difficult for other good people. Ah! A ferryman has been beaten to death!"

The voice just fell.

Within the black mist, on a great river of the underworld, the body of a ferryman was blasted apart, and countless beams of light shot out.

Immediately afterwards, the brilliant light merged into the Yellow Springs, and even the bamboo raft turned to ashes.

The brass oil lamp cried out in despair, "It's all over, someone's been killed!"

If these ferrymen hadn't killed anyone...

At that time, thanks to Chen Huangpi's status, there was still room for maneuver.

But now it's turned into this mess.

Who knows what these ferrymen will do after they realize they've been tricked?

"No, no!" The brass oil lamp realized, gritting its teeth as it said, "Chen Huangpi! Those ferrymen know you, they certainly wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you, but I'm different."

"I'm the one spreading rumors!"

"What does the rumor spread by the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp have to do with your brass oil lamp?"

"You say it again?"

The brass oil lamp flew into a rage, grabbing Chen Huangpi by the neck and shaking him violently: "You made me spread rumors, and you even said the more exaggerated the better, it's all to fool them anyway."

Yes, that's what I said.

Chen Huangpi forced himself to say, "But I asked you to deceive the Yin Gods, not these ferrymen!"

"Besides, who told you to exaggerate like that?"

"Fast forward to 18,000 years ago, when the Yellow Emperor descended to earth. I didn't teach you to say that."

"Yes, you didn't teach me to say it like that."

The brass oil lamp retorted angrily, "You just think it's not exaggerated enough, because none of those Yin spirits were touched. Now that problems have arisen, you're blaming me again."

"Chen Huangpi, you've gone too far!"

"Huang Er, I am the rightful master!"

Chen Huangpi said sternly but weakly, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect you! I will absolutely not let any ferryman hurt you."

"Okay, then open the Book of Souls, I want to hide inside."

The brass oil lamp simply ignored Chen Huangpi's words.

What prevents the ferryman from harming himself?

If he had that ability, would he be so cowardly?

Chen Huangpi lowered his head and said, "The Soul-Hooking Book is inside your body. You can enter it if you want. Why are you asking me?"

"Then why can't I get in?"

"Ah Gui has been studying the Soul-Hooking Book lately, and he might have messed it up, which is why we can't get in."

"Ha ha……"

The brass oil lamp's smile chilled to the bone.

It knew that Chen Huangpi didn't want to push himself out at the crucial moment and tell the ferrymen that he was the one who did it.

Instead, it was Chen Huangpi who became the contracting party.

Only consciousness can enter the Soul-Hooking Book; that's the rule.

"Brother, it's one thing for you to be scared, but do you really want to drag me into it?"

"You said we're brothers, so brothers should share joys and sorrows!"

Chen Huangpi earnestly comforted the brass oil lamp: "Try to look on the bright side. Don't we still have your ability to hide? We've set up three hundred layers, so we might not be discovered."

"Three hundred floors are not enough."

The brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and said, "It needs to be at least nine hundred layers, otherwise I'm scared."

Although the two people and the lamp kept slandering and blaming each other, they never stopped setting up their hidden supernatural powers.

Nowadays, the essence of the kidney temple has been completely used up.

The liver's vital energy has also been largely depleted.

Even the essence that formed the temple was infused into the brass oil lamp by Chen Huangpi.

"Also, release Ah Gui and the Fox Mountain God!"

The brass oil lamp said, "The eldest and second eldest are living in fear outside, and the third and fourth eldest shouldn't even think about running away."

"Huang Er, how could you do this!"

Chen Huangpi was heartbroken and punched the brass oil lamp in the stomach.

That punch was really too powerful.

The brass oil lamps were so powerful that they spat out the Book of Souls.

Along with that, the Book of Souls also opened automatically.

Then, the Fox Mountain God opened his eyes in confusion: "Chen Huangpi, Huang Er, didn't you go to find the thing that triggers the Ascension Token? What, did you find it?"

"Hey, what are those five Taoist priests over there? Their faces look terrible, like their parents have just passed away."

"Also, what are those old men in that black mist?"

The ghostly figure standing nearby murmured, "Ferrymen, there are many ferrymen."

"Oh, so it's just a group of people rowing a boat..."

The fox mountain god scoffed, "You thought you were something special? This kind of trash, I could just blow away with a breath..."

"What can you do?"

"You can..."

The fox mountain god swallowed hard. It saw a ferryman using a bamboo pole as a sword, unleashing a monstrous sword aura. Just one glance at it caused the pain of having one's soul severed.

"I'd kneel down and beg them to spare my life." (End of Chapter)