Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 126 Wedding Gown. (First Update!)

Realizing that the original owner's soul had awakened, Zheng Que immediately dared not stay in this "strange" place any longer. He hurriedly grabbed Ku Lan's arm and tried to escape towards the exit.

Just then, the previously blurry figures around them suddenly became clear one by one.

As if a layer of gloom had been suddenly removed, the shadowy figures instantly transformed into a clearly visible crowd. They varied in height, weight, and build, and included men, women, and children. Most of them shared subtle similarities in their features and wore robes of a similar style.

The person at the head was the blurry figure on the high platform in front of the crimson incense burner. He was a middle-aged male cultivator with a calm demeanor, a broad face and a wide mouth, a tall stature, three long wisps of beard under his chin, a crimson-gold lotus crown on his head, a stone-green brocade robe, a leather belt around his waist, and black boots on his feet. He stood with his sleeves tucked in, his demeanor dignified and his expression solemn.

The moment Zheng Que saw the person's face clearly, he narrowed his eyes slightly. This figure looked exactly like the body that sealed the original owner's soul in the Ghost Cellar!
However, the physical body that sealed the original owner's soul seemed to have been suppressed inside for a long time. It was disheveled and dirty, and its robes were tattered and filthy. It was impossible to see its original appearance at all, unlike the middle-aged cultivator on the high platform at this moment, whose clothes were exquisite and neat, and who had the demeanor of a head of a family.

Zheng Que quickly looked around. The aura of these people was that of cultivators. The crowd looking down from the houses carved into the mountain had slightly lower cultivation levels, while many of the figures around the high platform had spiritual power that had reached the seventh level of Qi Refining or above.

The figure of the family head in the stone-green brocade robe had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Of course, this is an "oddity," and the cultivator he saw in this "oddity" was definitely not a real cultivator.

Before Zheng Que could think further, the figure of the patriarch in the stone-green brocade robe in front of the crimson incense burner spoke again: "This patriarch will certainly serve the family."

"But now, it's time for you to serve the family!"

Seeing that the patriarch was about to make another move, Zheng Que frowned. His words just now seemed to have triggered something, causing this "strange" thing to change anew.

Now, the head of the Shu family has changed his identity in the "strange" world from a ghost to a cultivator. I wonder if Ku Lan's Yin job can still seal the opponent's attack.

In a flash, Zheng Que quickly spoke again, stalling for time, saying, "Anyone can talk big, but how can you guarantee that you can actually do it?"

"The main soul within the banner is a ghost from the [Scissors Prison], while your current cultivation level, Patriarch, is merely the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"Even if we can lure it out of the Soul-Summoning Banner, how can we seal the main soul?"

As he spoke, Zheng Que pulled Ku Lan along, slowly moving his feet and retreating towards the exit.

Without the slightest hesitation, the patriarch before the crimson incense burner said in a deep voice, "As long as the main soul is drawn out of the Soul-Summoning Banner, I can seal the Soul-Summoning Banner first."

"Without the main soul's summoning banner, my family's cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Refining is sufficient!"

"Once the soul-summoning banner is sealed, the yin energy of the main soul will also be sealed."

"From now on, everything will be easy!"

Zheng Que did not hesitate and continued, "Then, how shall we become the new main souls within the banner?"

The patriarch quickly replied, "This is not your concern!"

"You only need to be willing to serve the family."

"Now, answer the patriarch!"

"Are you willing to serve the family?"

At this moment, Zheng Que had already led Ku Lan to the edge of the square. The entrance to the passageway was just a few steps away, and they could enter after taking a few more steps back.

Upon hearing this question, Zheng Que replied without hesitation, "I refuse!"

With that, he grabbed Kulan and rushed straight into the passageway.

The patriarch on the high platform flew into a rage and shouted, "You're a coward who clings to life..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised an arm, and a beam of condensed black energy immediately shot out from his fingertips, pointing directly at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que felt a chill run down his spine in an instant, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. The world seemed to freeze at that moment, and his movements seemed to slow down. A huge sense of crisis rushed in and swallowed him up.

This is a warning of death!
He hurriedly tried to dodge, but Ku Lan beside him suddenly changed her form. Blood gushed from the surface of her black silk umbrella, turning it red in the blink of an eye. Blood continued to drip from the edge of the umbrella, and her black dress transformed into a blood-red garment in the blink of an eye. With a flick of her sleeve, Ku Lan's blood-red silk umbrella spun lightly, completely covering Zheng Que.

This is Kulan's Yin Technique, [Red Attire]!
Sacrifice a Yin technique to enhance all your strength in every aspect!
Bang! !

The black energy shot out and struck the surface of the blood umbrella, causing the entire umbrella to violently shake as if it were being hit by a storm. Blood pulsated rapidly on the umbrella surface, splattering countless droplets of blood, and the yin energy surrounding the withered orchid swayed rapidly.

The umbrella's dramatic rise and fall successfully blocked the attack.

The scent of the withered orchid fluctuated erratically, and the previously blurry figure suddenly became clear.

The patriarch on the high platform roared furiously, pointing his finger at Ku Lan: "Outsider!"

"kill!"

The next moment, the numerous Shu Family Fortress cultivators on and off the platform, as well as those inside the buildings, all revealed expressions of rage and responded, "Outsiders, kill!!!"

Amidst the unanimous shouts, the defensive array of the living quarters immediately opened, and semi-transparent barriers rose from all directions, completely covering the entire mountainside.

At this moment, Zheng Que had already led Ku Lan to the entrance of the passageway. Without any hesitation, he stepped directly into the portal on the mountain wall.

The token at Ku Lan's waist gleamed faintly, and the character "役" (meaning "service") appeared and disappeared in his eyes. The semi-transparent barrier blocking their path suddenly vanished for a moment.

In that split second, Zheng Que, pulling Ku Lan along, leaped out of the formation and into the tunnel.

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The night was gloomy and the thick fog was as sorrowful as a dream.

Changfu Town.

Xu's house.

The town was shrouded in a thick aura of death amidst the ruins, mixed with a chilling atmosphere.

A gust of cold wind swept by, and the thick fog suddenly parted to reveal a blood-red sedan chair.

Four maids, carrying flower baskets, stood motionless on either side of the sedan chair, their pale faces painted with bright rouge and their expressions of constant joy.

The other ghosts in the group wandered around the town, seemingly searching for something.

Suddenly, the being inside the red sedan chair seemed to sense something, and immediately lifted the curtain to look into the distance.

The moment the sedan curtain was lifted, the surrounding yin energy suddenly intensified, as if several layers of black gauze had appeared out of thin air, and the temperature plummeted.

The small town, which was originally filled with rustling sounds, became so quiet you could hear a pin drop in that instant.

All the ghosts searching around remained in their original positions, not daring to move an inch.

Soon, the pale, slender hand withdrew, and the sedan curtain fell.

As if receiving some kind of command, the numerous ghosts flickered and in an instant returned to the ranks in front of and behind the red sedan chair. Amidst the festive music of lanterns, fans, carrying loads and plates, and the beating of gongs and drums, eight exceptionally robust ghosts slowly lifted the red sedan chair and headed in one direction.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

As night fell, the joyous clamor carried far and wide, while the surrounding area remained deathly silent, devoid of any other sounds.

As the procession moved forward, a soft voice echoed from within the red sedan chair: "Borrowing my wedding dress again..."

(End of this chapter)