Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 137 The Lantern-Carrying Servant. (Third Update!)

Shujiabao.

Underground mine.

The wind howled in the deep pit, talismans exploded, and chains clashed like flowing water.

Boom boom boom...

The continuous loud noises finally stopped, and Zheng Que immediately noticed a tiny crack in one of the chains holding the soul-summoning banner.

He was certain that the method Ku Lan had suggested would indeed work!
Just as Zheng Que was about to have Qing Li cooperate with him to make another move, the crack on the chain suddenly began to widen on its own.

clack clack...

After a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, the chain seemed unable to withstand the pressure and snapped with a crisp cracking sound!

Perhaps because a chain was broken and the seal was no longer complete, the soul-summoning banner, which had been quietly inserted diagonally on the bones, suddenly emitted an extremely terrifying yin energy.

The entire banner seemed shrouded in a dark shadow, exuding a strong sense of ferocity.

woohoo hoo...

Gusts of soul wind blew out from the banner, like an army patrolling its territory, sweeping in all directions like an overwhelming tide.

At the same time, Qingli's approving voice came from the banner: "Human boy, well done!"

"It seems like my aunt can control this thing a little bit now!"

As they were speaking, a head suddenly appeared on the surface of the soul-summoning banner. Its black hair was like a waterfall, tied up high, and there was a clear purplish-black bruise on its neck. It was the phantom of Qing Li's head.

The moment the phantom appeared, thick streams of yin energy rose from the deep pit, like steam rising from the ground.

Zheng Que immediately saw that the once empty pit had somehow been filled with a large group of ghosts of various shapes and sizes.

These ghosts could still be vaguely discerned as resembling cultivators in their former attire, but their faces were twisted into bizarre shapes, their expressions ferocious, their eyes filled with resentment, and their bodies radiating yin energy.

Zheng Que was slightly taken aback; there were indeed quite a few ghosts in this deep pit.

However, his [Spiritual Eye Technique] couldn't see these ghosts at all just now, and now he doesn't know what method Qing Li used to make these ghosts reveal their true forms...

Just then, a chilling gust of wind swept out from the banner once more.

The wind of the soul dragged a dark gray shadow in mid-air, like a giant hand, sweeping up the ghosts in the deep pit.

In an instant, the wind swirled and surged in the sky, like giant waves rolling, revealing ghost heads in the wind, like countless skulls converging into a whirlwind, roaring and surging in the deep pit.

The gust of soul wind twisted and turned several times in mid-air, becoming increasingly violent, before suddenly rushing towards another black chain that was locking the soul-summoning banner, roaring as it slashed at it.

At this moment, Zheng Que had used up all the [Fire Tongue Talismans] in his hand and was about to offer up his spiritual blood to help when the Soul Wind crashed heavily into the chains.

Dang Dang Dang...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The clanging of metal against metal continued incessantly, accompanied by shrill and painful howls. The dark chain quickly succumbed to the pressure and was snapped in two.

The chains binding the soul-summoning banner consisted of eight chains, two of which were now broken off in the same spot. A corner was missing from each of the four corners, and black smoke billowed from the banner, further amplifying the yin energy.

Immediately afterwards, Qingli unleashed the third wave of soul wind...

Dang Dang Dang...

clang clang clang clang...

The sound of metal clashing continued, and soon, all eight chains were snapped by the soul wind.

The pitch-black chains, like long snakes with their spines pulled out, hung limply on the mountainside. Without the suppression of the array, the Soul-Summoning Banner displayed its ferocity without reservation. Thick black smoke, like clouds, enveloped the entire banner. The banner moved without wind, occasionally revealing a rune within the black clouds.

The skull at the top seemed to contain a dark abyss, exuding a gloomy and chilling aura.

All the ghosts in the pit had been exhausted, leaving only the Soul-Summoning Banner stuck diagonally into the white bones.

Qingli's voice came from within the banner again: "Human brat, what should we do next?" Her voice was exceptionally soft, revealing an undeniable weakness.

Clearly, the series of attacks just now had taken a heavy toll.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que immediately turned to look at the withered orchid beside him.

Ku Lan immediately moved closer to Zheng Que, raising her silk umbrella, now back to black, to shield him from the sun: "Young master, you may simply follow me directly there."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que nodded and jumped into the pit again.

Ku Lan stayed by his side the whole time, her black silk umbrella firmly covering Zheng Que's head.

This time, Zheng Que successfully landed and did not appear in the underworld.

Looking at the dark pit bottom so close at hand, he made up his mind and immediately took Kulan and walked towards the soul-summoning banner on the white bones.

Soon, Zheng Que arrived at the banner and reached out to grab the banner pole.

He grasped the black banner with ease. The banner was as cold as ice to his touch, and the moment he made contact, a large amount of pure Yin energy quickly seeped into his body through his palm.

Zheng Que steadied himself and immediately used his strength to pull the soul-summoning banner out of the pile of bones.

Upon obtaining the magical artifact, he couldn't contain his excitement, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

The opportunity has arrived!
Without time to study the specific usage of the soul-summoning banner, Zheng Que immediately ordered, "Let's go!"

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Shujiabao.

The gate embedded in the rocky mountain was suddenly pushed open.

【Dream Weaver】still wearing Jia Bin's face, rushed out of the gate of Shujiabao and fled into the distance without looking back.

Outside the fortress, a misty fog hung like a veil, obscuring the view.

This is the protective formation of Shujiabao, which can confuse some low-level ghosts.

But it's of no use to [Dreamweaver].

His figure moved like the wind, and he was about to break out of the fog when suddenly the sound of gongs and drums came from ahead.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

The joyous music shattered the silence of the place.

[Dream Weaver] stopped abruptly, looking in the direction from which the music was coming as if facing a formidable enemy.

The sound of gongs and drums grew closer, gradually mixed with the clattering of footsteps. Soon, a procession dressed in red and green, full of joy, slowly emerged from the mist.

The two lantern-bearing servants at the front had stiff expressions, with smiles etched on their lips as if they were engraved with them. They were surrounded by a chilling aura, both of them being at the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell].

Following behind were servants who fanned, carried loads, served dishes, and carried baskets, as well as several maids in pink ruqun (traditional Chinese dresses), carrying flower baskets, surrounding a red sedan chair.

The red sedan chair was as red as blood, and the red rocks all over the Red Stone Beach looked particularly dim in comparison.

Looking at this group, the two at the head of the group, both at the ninth level of the Tongue-Pulling Hell, were the ghosts with the weakest Yin energy in the entire group!

It remained frozen in place, motionless.

The wedding procession seemed oblivious to the "strange" creature and continued on its way. Soon, the procession passed directly through the body of the Dream Weaver. In that instant, the Dream Weaver transformed into a beam of light and landed in the procession, becoming a brightly dressed servant.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Joyful music filled the air. In a daze, [Dream Weaver] found something in his hand. Looking down, he saw a lantern with the character "囍" (double happiness) written on it.

It quickly came to its senses, picked up the lantern, and followed the group forward.

(End of this chapter)