Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"Chen Huangpi, ignore them."

The brass oil lamp was very rude: "This old bastard talks nonsense, what kind of Yellow Springs Yin Soil rejects you, he really thinks we're fools."

"We've seen this kind of rejection before."

"Yes, let's go."

Chen Huangpi is now too lazy to waste any more words with these ferrymen.

Yes, he deceived the ferrymen.

But he himself was also banished to the underworld.

After going back and forth, it's barely a draw.

Chen Huangpi is incapable of sitting down and having a calm conversation.

He's already showing good temper by not spitting anymore.

As for the so-called rejection.

It would have been better if I hadn't mentioned it, because mentioning Chen Huangpi made me even more unhappy.

"When I was in the Ten Thousand Mountains, even the sun and moon were rejecting me and trying to drive me away."

Chen Huangpi said sadly, "Now that I'm in the Yellow Springs, I feel like I'm coming home. There's no sense of rejection at all."

Indeed, the Yin Earth of the Underworld does not possess the repulsive power to drive away the aged yellow peel.

In fact, apart from being in very poor condition, Chen Huangpi is feeling quite good in all other aspects.

The ferryman under the bridge behind us was still calling out.

"Chen Huangpi, come back quickly!"

"The Samsara Palace is not a good place."

"That place might have changed because of you; it holds a grudge against you!"

"Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras."

Chen Huangpi refused to listen to the ferryman's words.

He tilted his head, took three steps at a time, and hurried towards the Palace of Reincarnation at the end of the Bridge of Helplessness.

"No need to worry, we can just go around it."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost reminded us, "Once you cross the Naihe Bridge, you'll be in the Yin Earth. It's about ten miles to the Reincarnation Palace. We don't need to get close; just turn right."

Although it would take ten days to half a month to fly to reach the nearest city of the unjustly dead.

But it's still much better than entering this bizarre Reincarnation Palace.

At the very least, the other spirits of the City of the Dead will not harm Chen Huangpi; they will only regard him as one of their own.

Moreover, the City of the Wrongfully Dead also has a counterpart in the brass oil lamp.

The only thing to worry about is Yama, the King of Hell, in the Yama's Palace.

However, Chen Huangpi and his group had already learned their lesson last time, so they were being careful this time and there shouldn't be any problems.

What should be done if evil spirits from the underworld come looking for you within these ten days to half a month?

The vengeful spirit doesn't actually care.

Chen Huangpi will protect it; if he can't, then he will simply die.

The Yellow Springs Underworld Clan takes life and death lightly.

Time passes little by little.

Chen Huangpi is getting closer and closer to the Samsara Palace.

The ferrymen under the bridge were all in a panic when they saw this.

They even paddled bamboo rafts and hung behind the dried yellow peel.

"Since he is Huang Tian, ​​why doesn't he trust us?"

"What you said..."

An old ferryman said quietly, "We've all tried to kill him. He's not brain-dead, he's the God of Heaven. Why would his attitude suddenly change and he become so obedient to us?"

"Then what should we do?"

"Eighteen thousand years have passed, and he hasn't even been born yet. If something happens to him, wouldn't that person scatter the entire Yellow Springs and the Netherworld?"

The one the ferrymen were referring to was none other than the abbot.

Eighteen thousand years is the alternation of two eras.

The time hasn't come yet. That being is the most powerful being in the world. In a fit of rage, the heavens and earth would collapse, and that's no joke.

Chen Huangpi reached the end of the Bridge of Helplessness.

The ferrymen finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Chen Huangpi, please, please come down from the bridge!"

"The Yellow Springs Underworld is your home. You can go wherever you want. We'll take you there on a bamboo raft!"

"Let's sit down and discuss this."

"As long as you don't go to the Samsara Palace, we can talk about anything!"

I don't know who started it, but the ferrymen are getting softer and softer these days.

It's like your own child has climbed onto the roof, and if they take one more step they'll fall to their death, so you try every possible way to coax them down.

"What? What's there to talk about?"

Chen Huangpi snorted coldly without turning his head: "I am also a member of the Yellow Springs Yin Land. The Yin Emperor is my cousin. Do I need you to lead the way for me to go wherever I want?"

"Ridiculous, truly ridiculous."

"This……"

"Chen Huangpi, although you are Huangtian, when did Yintianzi become your cousin?"

The ferrymen looked up at the sky, where dark clouds covered the twilight sky, and the dead King of the Underworld was behind those clouds.

Although it can only be seen from the top of Mount Luopo, or on a sunny day.

But they knew that the King of the Underworld was there. The King of the Underworld, the sole ruler of the Yellow Springs and the Underworld.

He had neither children nor brothers.

"The Yin Emperor was the first living being born from the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs."

Chen Huangpi gasped for breath and said, "When I was still an egg, I was also nurtured by the Yin Soil of the Yellow Springs."

He told me that he was my cousin.

"Moreover, I also have the legal right to inherit the Yellow Springs Yin Soil."

"No way, absolutely impossible."

One of the ferrymen was so angry he laughed: "Even if you are the Yellow Emperor, you still have to be reasonable. The King of the Underworld is dead, where would he go to talk to you about this nonsense?"

"What, did your cousin tell you himself that he didn't say these things?"

"The King of the Underworld is dead, how can he speak..."

"That's your problem."

Chen Huangpi said slyly, "Anyway, that's what my cousin told me. If anyone doesn't believe it, they can go to heaven and ask him if it's true or not."

"You are sophistry!"

The ferrymen were so angry they were practically fuming.

It's not that they don't know their place; it's just that the Underworld Emperor is truly the ruler of the Yellow Springs and the Underworld.

These ferrymen have existed for far too long.

Even after the cataclysmic changes in the world, they did not die.

The ferrymen held the Emperor of the Underworld in the highest esteem.

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

Chen Huangpi said disdainfully, "You just said you'd agree to anything as long as I didn't enter the Samsara Palace, but now you won't even give me the Yellow Springs Yin Soil. You have no sincerity at all!"

Take three more steps forward, and you'll be walking down the Bridge of Helplessness.

The surrounding fog had also thinned considerably.

Ten miles away is the Palace of Reincarnation.

The main vein of the Yellow Springs runs through it.

"Give, give, give!"

An old ferryman couldn't help but shout, "Take it if you want! The Yellow Springs Soil is yours, isn't that enough!"

They knew perfectly well that Chen Huangpi was talking nonsense.

He was originally a Yellow Heaven, but he will eventually become the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.

What kind of ruler are you, the ruler of the Yellow Springs and Yin Earth?

At that time, even the self will disappear. It is the setter of all rules in this world, a conceptual existence. Only those who are close to the Dao are qualified to feel its existence.

I reckon it's just a joke.

"So what should you call me now?"

Chen Huangpi's face flushed red as he excitedly said, "The title 'Emperor of the Underworld' is very impressive, but my cousin has already used it, so I can't use it again. You guys think of something more impressive and powerful-sounding."

"..."

The ferrymen clenched their fists.

The title "Emperor of the Underworld" wasn't given by them; it was imprinted in the memories of the beings of the Yellow Springs Underworld after their birth, a product of certain rules.

Even if you gave them a name, they wouldn't dare.

Looking at Chen Huangpi's smug expression.

If he weren't Huang Tian.

The ferrymen were so angry they wanted to kill him.

"How is the Ten Directions Flawless Reincarnation King?"

"It sounds awful! I don't want it!"

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp beside it couldn't help but look at the ferrymen with disdain.

Even the vengeful spirit shook its head helplessly.

The ferrymen thought Chen Huangpi was just joking.

But they both knew all too well.

The Yellow Springs Yin Earth governs this matter.

Chen Huangpi used to just talk about it and enjoy the experience.

Now that the ferrymen have agreed, he'll really take it seriously.

"What about the Most High God...?"

"It's not impressive enough; it's not even as grand as the Yellow-skinned Daoist Master."

"How about calling him the Yellow-skinned Daoist Master?"

"I came up with this name, what right do you have to use it?"

"This won't work, that won't work, what exactly do you want me to call you?"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "You can think about it slowly, I'm leaving! But don't worry, I won't go to any Samsara Palace, I'm not stupid, goodbye!"

After saying that, Chen Huangpi walked down the Bridge of Helplessness.

With one step, he landed on this dark earth.

And that's at this moment.

A radiant light burst forth from his chest!
One is cold, one is hot; one is yin, one is yang.

One sun, one moon.

They chased each other amidst the dazzling light. (End of Chapter)