Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 117 The Dream Weaver. (First Update!)

Shujiabao.

Step, step, step...

Footsteps echoed in the cramped passageway leading to the arena.

Xiao Yiyang walked in front, followed closely by Li Li'an, and a few feet behind were the Jia siblings.

The four of them walked quickly without saying a word.

As he walked, Xiao Yiyang suddenly felt something was wrong.

Li Li'an, who was following behind him, seemed to be doing well, but the brother and sister from the Jia family seemed to have some problems!
However, his detection techniques found nothing.

As he pondered this, he walked for a while longer, and Xiao Yiyang's unease grew stronger. He quickly realized something and immediately asked, "Fellow Daoists, there are four of us now, right?"

Li Li'an, who was closely following behind him, immediately replied, "Yes! Fellow Daoist Xiao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yiyang quickly said, "This place is a bit off. To prevent being attacked by ghosts, let's move forward and count off as we go."

“When Xiao was in the first position, he would call out ‘one,’ and when he was in the second position, he would call out ‘two,’ and so on. In this way, if anyone had a problem, everyone would be able to notice it immediately.”

Upon hearing this suggestion, neither Li Li'an nor the Jia siblings saw any problem with it and immediately agreed.

So, Xiao Yiyang reached out and pressed his hand against the bronze mask on his face, quietly casting a complex hand seal before calling out the first number: "One!"

Li Li'an, who was behind him, immediately counted, "Two!"

Jia Miaoniang then said: "Three."

Then Jia Bin said, "Four..."

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yiyang called out again, "One..."

"two."

"three."

"Four."

"one……"

In the dimly lit passageway, footsteps echoed intermittently as the four people quickly moved forward, counting off in a loop.

Li Lian simply repeated the numbers he was saying: "Two...two...two..."

"Four."

Behind him came Jia Bin's low counting, and another round of repetition ended. Li Lian waited for the leader to shout "one," but found the area in front of him empty and silent. Just as he was wondering what was going on, an urging voice came from behind: "Hurry up! Keep counting!"

Li Li'an dared not delay and hurriedly shouted, "One!"

Immediately behind him, a series of counts rang out: "Two."

"three."

"Four."

Li Lian instinctively sensed something was wrong, but in the blink of an eye, another round of counting ended, and he had no choice but to continue shouting, "One!"

"two."

"three."

"Four."

"five……"

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Shujiabao, Small Round Hall.

The spirit blood runes floated in mid-air and, driven by Zhengque's incantation, were imprinted into the tall ghostly object in a specific order.

Without the interference of the Soul Wind, the execution of the [Ghost Control Technique] went very smoothly. Soon, Zheng Que wrote the character "Command" again in his palm and controlled the tall ghost.

He immediately opened his palm and shouted at the tall ghost, "Collect!"

The next moment, the tall ghost transformed into a streak of blood-red light and disappeared into his palm. Zheng Li immediately sat down cross-legged on the spot and said, "I'm going to cultivate now. You all protect me."

As he spoke, he quickly took out a Qi Gathering Pill, swallowed it, and began to rapidly circulate the Life-Growth Technique.

The elixir felt like a block of ice, constantly emanating a chill from within my abdomen.

At the same time, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to sense something and quickly surged into his body.

The chilling spiritual energy continuously seeped into his meridians, lowering his body temperature and slowly thickening in his dantian.

Time passed slowly, and Zheng Que opened his eyes to find himself in a dilapidated palace.

The Book of Life and Death lay open on the mottled long table before me, and more than a dozen names had been added to it.

"...Shu Zhengjun. Place of origin: Shujiabao, Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan: 104 years, 4 months and 1 day. He died at the end of the Chen hour due to the extraction and refining of his soul."

"...Wei Chengde. Place of origin: Suburbs of Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan: 48 years, 11 months and 23 days. Died at midnight when his body was split open."

"...Kuang Shujing. Place of origin: Suburbs of Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan: 51 years, 2 months and 16 days. She was beheaded at 3:45 AM."

"..."

Zheng Que quickly scanned the names and soon came across a special record: "Category: Strange".

Species: Dreamweaver.

"Real name: None."

Place of origin: Yindie Mountain.

"Lifespan in the underworld: 574 years, 4 months and 1 day".

"Yin Duty: Yin Cha (cannot be transferred)."

"Term of office: half a decade."

After reviewing all the new records, Zheng Que understood that most of the names here were the ghosts that Qing Li and Ku Lan had just killed in the Ghost Cellar.

The tall ghost he enslaved using the Ghost Control Technique, a sixth-level being from the Tongue-Pulling Hell, should also be inside, but it's uncertain which name it is.

Besides, this last special record is clearly the ghost he conferred titles upon in that cell deep inside the ghost cellar.

That ghost possessed the body of a cultivator, and the combination of its soul and body was very special, not the common possession. Just now, his [Spiritual Eye Technique] could not detect anything wrong with the other party.

Moreover, the other party is "strange"?
There are actually two "strange" things hidden in this Shujiabao?
but……

If this dream weaver is truly "strange," why didn't he display any "strange" abilities just now?
The Book of Life and Death doesn't make mistakes because this "strange" thing is sealed away.
In addition, "unavailable"...

The other party is currently sealed, so he cannot summon it.
Thinking of this, Zheng Que did not hesitate. He immediately opened his palm, and a beam of blood-red light escaped from his palm and landed below the hall.

The blood-red light instantly transformed into a long, narrow figure with a flat, round head. It had no eyes, nose, ears, and only a mouth that split open from its head to its waist.

The tall ghost was only an inch tall here, standing alone on one of the palace bricks, looking exceptionally small.

After it appeared, it stood there blankly, looking dazed and bewildered.

Zheng Que raised his hand, which bore the character "令" (command), and pointed it at the ghost.

The next moment, a cold wind rose around the tall ghost, and a sudden surge of yin energy rapidly poured into its body.

In a short while, the tall ghost's expression began to become more lively.

His head turned, and after just one glance at the court officials, his entire body trembled with extreme fear. He immediately knelt down, kowtowing and pleading in a very awkward voice, "My...my lord, spare my life..."

Snapped!
Zheng Que slammed his hand on the long table and roared imposingly, "You audacious brat!"

"You have indiscriminately killed innocent people, disregarded the will of Heaven, and slaughtered living beings... Your crimes are too numerous to count."

"Such reckless and unbridled behavior is a grave sin, deserving to be cast into the eighteenth level of hell and punished for ten thousand years!"

"However, I am merciful and will give you a chance to confess voluntarily."

"Now quickly confess all the crimes committed by the Shu family."

"If there is even the slightest concealment, the crime will be compounded, and the perpetrator will be condemned to eternal damnation!"

(End of this chapter)