Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chen Huangpi is very confident.

With his hands behind his back, he wore an arrogant expression.

I am the Yellow Heaven.

When I was still an egg, my master brought me to the Yellow Springs Yin Land. Although I almost drained the Yellow Springs and devoured the Yin Land, who in the entire Yellow Springs Yin Land didn't know me?
Okay, there are also those who don't know.

But the ferrymen certainly knew.

Otherwise, why would they look at me with such a complicated expression?

Was he scared?

And he didn't say a word.

Hmph, they must be completely shocked!
"Don't be afraid."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand and said, "I won't cause you any trouble. After all, you come from the Yellow Springs Yin Land, and I have the legal right to inherit the Yellow Springs Yin Land. We are all on the same side."

"But you guys are really something."

"They made such a big scene, killed so many of their own kind, and showed no humility whatsoever."

"I'll let it go this time, but don't do it again!"

However, the ten ferrymen neither responded nor made any statement; they simply stared intently at Chen Huangpi.

As for the Taoist priests such as Longshezi...

These Taoist priests were completely confused about the situation.

Because in their eyes.

This sudden appearance was clearly one of their own.

Or rather, he was one of the five Taoist priests.

This is bizarre and terrifying.

"What a cunning little thief!"

The Taoist cursed inwardly, "In my eyes, this man is a dragon-snake-son. If he takes advantage of the chaos to kill the dragon-snake-son, he can blend in with us and no one will notice."

The Taoist priest did not know.

This is an illusion conjured by the evil fire within the Chenhuangpi Liver Temple.

If you don't have the skill, it's really hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.

Fortunately, Chen Huangpi has now stepped forward.

The Taoists also became wary.

If they have the chance to get out, they must inform the other Taoists about the existence of this little thief, lest they be tricked to death without even knowing what happened.

At this time.

Finally, the ferryman spoke up.

"It turns out it was a misunderstanding."

The ferryman sighed and said, "That's right, it hasn't been 18,000 years yet. We were blinded by greed and mistakenly thought that Huang Tianzhen had truly descended to earth and was going to bestow upon him the position of Yama."

Chen Huangpi hesitated for a moment and said, "That's true, but I can still appoint you as Yama, the King of Hell."

The underworld is home to only the Ten Kings of Hell.

It’s really too little.

We can just shut down a few hundred then.

It's simple.

"Thank you very much."

The ferryman laughed uncontrollably, his whole body trembling with laughter.

When it laughed, the other ferrymen laughed too.

Chen Huangpi also smiled happily.

Although the Yellow Springs Yin Land is very strange, these ferrymen are not bad at all.

"By the way, there is still one thing we don't understand."

"Okay, go ahead and ask."

Chen Huangpi nodded: "If I know, I will tell you."

The ferryman said, "We heard Lord Nine Netherworld Lamp's words earlier, but now we only see you. Was it you who spoke?"

"not me."

"Hmm, so it's someone else?"

"Alright, stop guessing."

The brass oil lamp hanging from Chen Huangpi's waist jumped out, raised its head high, and said to the ferrymen with the back of its head, "Of course it was me who said it."

The brass oil lamp is cunning.

At first, it pretended to be dead, not daring to come out and show itself.

But look at these ferrymen, they still refer to themselves as "sir".

It couldn't hold back any longer.

Chen Huangpi frowned, thinking to himself, "Huang Er, what are you doing jumping out here?"

"If I don't come out soon, you'll have already shown off all your skills." The brass oil lamp said, "If you steal the spotlight in such a big event, I'll regret it for the rest of my life! Alright, don't worry about it, leave the rest to me."

It is the most prized possession of the Waste Pavilion in Jingxian Temple.

Back then, brass oil lamps held a significant place in Jingxian Temple; they were not entirely absent, but they were also quite common.

The Taoist priests of Jingxian Temple are all immortals.

Those Taoist priests wouldn't address you as "Lord Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp" like these ferrymen.

All they can say is, "Lord Golden Sky Lantern."

"I'm not saying this to you."

The brass oil lamp cleared its throat and shouted loudly, "The ferryman of the Yellow Springs is too impolite! Even the underworld gods know to pay homage to this lamp, but what about you?"

"Forget it, as the saying goes, a magnanimous person doesn't hold a grudge against a petty person."

"I won't stoop to your level."

At this point, the brass oil lamp deliberately lowered its voice and adopted a profound expression: "I don't really like the title 'sir,' but considering your sincerity, you can call me that from now on."

"Hehehehe..."

"A boy, a broken lamp."

"You are incredibly audacious to spread such lies! You deserve to die!"

"What do you mean by 'first come, first served'!"

"You guys! You're infuriating!!!"

The ferrymen trembled with rage, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, and they nearly crushed the bamboo poles in their hands.

They never even dreamed of this.

There are actually people who dare to spread rumors about Huang Tian.

Moreover, they acted so convincingly.

Most importantly, they remained so self-righteous after being discovered.

He's absolutely insane.

At this moment.

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded and said in great fear, "What do you mean by this? What rumors? What broken lamp? This lamp is the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, and he is Huang Tian. Can't you see that?"

As it spoke, it transformed back to its original form.

Chen Huangpi realized something, opened his mouth, and took a deep breath.

He swallowed all the surrounding evil fire into his belly.

Now, the true nature of the person and the lamp is revealed.

This time, the ferrymen's angry gazes were tinged with shock.

"I admire you!"

One of the ferrymen gritted his teeth and said, "Even at this point, you still call yourselves the Yellow Heaven and the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp. Well, well, even 'outrageous' is not enough to describe you."

"You guys are something else!"

"I'm nobody."

Chen Huangpi corrected him, "I am Huang Tian, ​​the Huang Tian you all know."

The brass oil lamp also said, "I've returned to my original form, and you still can't recognize me? Are you blind?"

The ferrymen were so angry they laughed.

"Alright, Huang Tian, ​​Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, then prove that you are who you are, or you will die here."

As they spoke, the ferrymen's men suddenly unleashed a menacing aura.

The already gloomy world became even more bizarre and terrifying.

A chilling wind howled, and the Yellow Springs surged forth.

A terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp.

Now, the person and the lamp were completely panicked.

Chen Huangpi said, "I am Huang Tian, ​​I really am Huang Tian! You have seen me before. I almost devoured the Yellow Springs Yin Soil. You should know all of this!"

"Very good, it seems you do know something about Huang Tian."

The ferryman said coldly, "No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. It's just a pity that so many people know this. Are we also the Yellow Heaven?"

"But I am Huang Tian."

Chen Huangpi said with a bitter face, "My name is Chen Huangpi, and the Huang in my name is the Huang of the Yellow Sky."

"Chenhuangpi?"

The ferrymen exchanged glances; they did indeed know the name Chen Huangpi.

Moreover, they even know what it looks like.

That was a child who was eight or nine years old.

It was definitely not like the boy in front of me.

Most importantly, their breathing was completely out of sync.

"And what about you? How can you, this broken lamp, prove that you are you?" (End of Chapter)