Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 138 Changes Underground. (First Update!)

Taiping County Town.

Deep underground at Jingxian Pavilion.

Beyond the stone gate, in the center of the open square, a bonfire burned with an eerie emerald green light, its cold, eerie glow illuminating the blurry outline of the entire square, which remained empty.

It was not the time for alchemy. There was no one around, and from the bottom of the abyss at the far end, mournful and high-pitched howls could be heard from time to time, as if countless wronged souls were howling, struggling, and roaring with resentment.

Yin energy rose from the bottom of the abyss, like rolling dark clouds, constantly spreading around and casting a thick layer of gloom over the entire square, pressing down on the emerald green bonfire in the center.

Whenever the darkness in the square reaches a certain level, the bonfire suddenly leaps up, and the crisscrossing patterns on the ground begin to shimmer as if in response.

As the light shone, an invisible force seemed to emanate, pushing the numerous yin energies back into the abyss.

The emerald green campfire returned to its usual state, burning quietly.

click!
Suddenly, an unusual sound came from the bottom of the abyss.

The sound was not loud and was extremely brief. In this deserted underground space, it was swallowed up by the howling of the wronged spirits before it could even reverberate.

In an instant, a thick black cloud rose from the bottom of the abyss, like a volcanic eruption. It broke through the suppression of the Four Symbols Soul-Suppressing and Spirit-Locking Array and rushed onto the square. The billowing black smoke completely enveloped the entire square, and even the emerald green bonfire could not be seen at all.

After a long while, the black smoke condensed from the yin energy slowly dissipated. The campfire, which had been suppressed to its limit and whose flames were completely invisible, remained silent for a moment before "whoosh" and reignited.

The emerald green flames shone brightly in the vast darkness, and everything around seemed normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

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Shujiabao.

Underground mine.

Zheng Que carried the soul-summoning banner and rushed out without stopping. Ku Lan followed closely behind, holding a black silk umbrella over Zheng Que's head, completely shielding him.

Niannu lagged behind by half a step, following closely behind.

Whoosh!
Zheng Que quickly rushed out of the pit and returned to the mine tunnel.

At this moment, Qingli's dissatisfied voice came from the Soul-Summoning Banner: "Human brat, that so-called Spirit-Locking Array has been broken, but this old lady still can't get out!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que was somewhat surprised. Without the suppression of the great formation, the main soul of this Soul Summoning Banner still could not leave the Soul Summoning Banner.
So how did the Shu family manage to draw the original owner's soul out of the soul-summoning banner back then?

In a flash, Zheng Que shook his head and replied quickly, "It's not convenient here. We'll figure something out after we leave Shujiabao."

As he spoke, he kept moving, quickly stepping over gravel and bloodstains, and rushed into the passageway leading to the small round hall.

The passageway was damp and quiet, filled with a pungent, fishy smell of steam.

Step, step, step...

As Zheng Que ran quickly, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked, "Qingli, the soul wind of this soul-summoning banner can control ghosts. Can you control the other ghosts in Shujiabao now?"

Qingli replied proudly, "Yes!"

able?
Zheng Que's spirits lifted. He was in a hurry to leave Shujiabao because he was wary of the two former main souls in Shujiabao, but if the Soul Summoning Banner could control those two main souls, then he would have nothing to worry about!

Thinking of this, Zheng Que stopped talking and quickened his pace, moving forward at full speed.

Soon, he returned to the small round hall with Kulan and Niannu. The small round hall was now a mess. The rocks around, above, and underfoot were covered with spider web-like cracks. A thick layer of fallen sand and gravel covered the area. The air was filled with a mixture of gloom and dust, which had not yet completely stopped, as if a gray veil had been cast over the entire small round hall.

The figure from just moments ago is now reduced to the girl with her hair in a high bun, and a freshly severed arm lies on the ground in front of her.

The severed arm, with a piece of crab-shell-green sleeve attached, was covered in blood and gore, and blood was slowly flowing out, clearly indicating that it had just been severed.

The owner of the severed arm is nowhere to be found, and [Dream Weaver] is no longer here.

Upon seeing this scene, Zheng Que immediately stopped and looked at the girl with her hair in a high bun with great vigilance.

At the same moment, the girl with her hair in a high bun also noticed Zheng Que. She immediately raised an arm, pointed at Zheng Que, and said, word by word, "Put down the soul-summoning banner, and you may leave..."

"wrong!"

"You outsider, you actually managed to move the summoning banner, you'd better stay and become my ghost servant..."

Before the girl with her hair in a high bun could finish speaking, Zheng Li immediately planted the soul-summoning banner in the ground and shouted, "Qing Li, control her!"

boom!
The summoning banner easily sank into the ground; the solid rocks in front of it were like soft tofu. The next moment, the banner began to ripple gently, and then a chilling wind of spirits swirled up from it.

The initial gust of wind was extremely small, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a mighty, dark gray gale, sweeping in all directions like a steel blade.

call……

The girl with her hair in a high bun was hit by the wind, and her yin energy swayed violently like a candle flame in the wind. Her soul could not stand steadily and seemed to be about to drift away with the wind.

However, a strong yin energy immediately erupted from his entire body, and he actually withstood the first wave of soul wind!
However, a second gust of soul wind soon blew out from the soul-summoning banner, and then a third gust...

huh... huh... huh...

The black banner rippled like waves, and gusts of wind swept in one after another, relentlessly and fiercely.

The girl with her hair in a high bun showed no weakness. Her body was filled with yin energy, which rose up and transformed into a giant ghost hand in the sky, grabbing at the soul-summoning banner.

However, the ghostly hand had barely landed and was not even close to the summoning banner when it was blown away by the whistling wind coming from the opposite direction.

The wind, undiminished in its force, slammed heavily against the girl with her hair in a high bun.

The girl with her hair in a high bun was instantly lifted up like a leaf, and in a dizzying moment, she crashed heavily into the mountain wall.

The yin energy around him surged rapidly and became noticeably thinner.

At this moment, shadowy figures began to appear in the small round hall: Ji Mingjia in black, Wu Rushou in bamboo-green robes, Fei Yuanhui... and a large number of Shu family disciples who looked similar and dressed identically...

Outsiders and members of the Shu family appeared together.

All these figures, with their ferocious expressions, surged with yin energy after being hit by the soul wind, and attacked the girl with her hair in a high bun without the slightest hesitation.

At the same moment, Kulan looked at the girl with her hair in a high bun and suddenly turned her neck back.

Niannu's gaze was also fixed on the girl with her hair in a high bun, her body shrouded in swirling, yin energy.

The girl with her hair in a high bun, dizzy and disoriented, scrambled to her feet from the corner of the wall. Just as she stood up, her head suddenly began to turn uncontrollably to the back of her head. However, she quickly reacted, resisted Ku Lan's ghostly technique, and turned her head back halfway, gradually straightening it. But before her head could be completely straight, a thick hemp rope appeared out of thin air around her neck and tightened rapidly!
Just then, a multitude of ghosts surged towards the girl with her hair in a high bun, like a tidal wave.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Que drew out an imperial edict from between his eyebrows and pointed it at the girl with her hair in a high bun.

(End of this chapter)