Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 163 The Oil Pot. (Second Update!)

Outside Shujiabao, a thick fog enveloped the area.

At the edge of this mist, crimson rocks are scattered all over the ground, reflected in the scarlet river water, which slowly surges in the distance.

As the river surged, a cold wind blew by, revealing a figure in purple.

The woman in purple robes flicked her sleeves, turned around in a light twirl, stopped, and looked up at the outline of the stone mountain in the distance through the mist. Her expression, hidden behind a veil, was quite unpleasant.

I thought this was just a simple task that I could easily complete, but I never expected that I would be sexually assaulted by a Qi Refining stage cultivator before I even finished the task!

Outrageous!

That lecherous scoundrel!
Once I find a chance to search their soul, I must kill them!

Thinking about this, the purple-clad female cultivator gradually calmed down and suddenly felt that something was strange.

How could a mere rogue cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining have a ghost bride, the [Scissors Prison], protecting him?
Moreover, the ghost bride of the [Scissors Prison] was clearly not the other party's ghost servant.

No wonder Junior Brother Xiao Yiyang failed back then; this rogue cultivator named "Zheng Que" must be hiding some secret...

In the blink of an eye, the purple-clad female cultivator stared at the exit of Shu Family Fortress and began to wait quietly.

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In Shujiabao, in his living quarters, in a bedroom that resembled a bridal chamber, Zheng Que lay comfortably on the bed.

Beside her, Kulan's hair was disheveled and curled up in a ball, lying helplessly face down among the crumpled bedding.

Perhaps because of the divination, after each cultivation session, Ku Lan would fall into extreme weakness, unconscious and in a daze, and it would take a long time for her to recover little by little.

However, her cultivation level had increased to the seventh level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], and she finally regained consciousness before Zheng Que woke up.

Shaking slightly, Ku Lan propped herself up and quickly assessed her condition. She discovered that the Yin energy on her body had not increased at all; in fact, it had weakened even more!
She was filled with doubt. With her seventh level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison] cultivation, using that Yin technique of absorbing Yang to replenish Yin was still ineffective.

Could it be that using this Yin technique requires reaching the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]? Or the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]? Or perhaps, the [Scissors Hell]?
Thinking of this, Ku Lan was not discouraged at all, after all, the evil human cultivator beside her was a future immortal!
If I could succeed so easily, that would be a problem!

This situation is nothing more than a few failures.

If it doesn't work a few times, then try a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times...

As long as you don't get thrown into the deepest abyss, you'll eventually succeed!
So, Kulan waited patiently, and after feeling that she had regained some of her yin energy, she immediately got up and mounted Zheng Que.

Just then, Zheng Que suddenly opened his eyes, waking up in time. Their eyes met, and Ku Lan froze.

Realizing she had been caught red-handed, Ku Lan paused briefly before quickly recovering and immediately saying, "Young Master, you... um... you're dreaming..."

As she spoke, Ku Lan not only didn't restrain herself, but became even more unrestrained. She pressed one hand on Zheng Que's shoulder, subtly unleashing her Yin technique [Evil Power]. The immense force was like a small mountain pressing down, directly preventing Zheng Que from getting up. Her other hand still held up the black silk umbrella, and with the rise and fall of the umbrella, the bed, with its low-hanging curtains, resembled a boat sailing on a river, waves crashing one after another, creating a uniquely indescribable scene. This evil human cultivator is so easily deceived!
Over the past few days, the other party almost guessed her identity several times, but she managed to evade the question with various perfect excuses.

This time will definitely be the same!
At the same time, Zheng Que felt incredibly comfortable all over, and waves of exhilarating excitement washed over him, making him feel as if he were floating on clouds, rising and falling with the changing winds and clouds.

After a slight pause, he quickly recovered, smiled knowingly, and without exposing Ku Lan, immediately began to circulate the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Manual], while his hands began to wander restlessly towards her cool, soft waist...

Feeling his spiritual energy rapidly increasing, Zheng Que suddenly asked, "Ghost Bride, have you mastered many cultivators' techniques and spells?"

Kulan immediately replied, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Zheng Que narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately said, "Help me get some powerful spells from the ghost bride, otherwise I won't have this kind of dream anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Ku Lan's heart tightened, and she hurriedly replied, "No, no problem..."

Inside the room, red waves surged, curtains fluttered, and gusts of wind whipped up the candles, scattering them and creating a jumble of light and shadow...

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After a long time, Zheng Que finished his cultivation and entered the underworld once more.

After he came out of the underworld, he found that Ku Lan was no longer in the room, probably to continue slaying ghosts and improving her cultivation.

Zheng Que didn't take it seriously. He slowly got up, picked up the robes and accessories on his feet, put them on and tidied them up one by one, and then walked outside after confirming that everything was in order.

His current cultivation level has reached the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining. His body is full of spiritual power and his spirit is strong. He will soon be able to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining!
Next, he planned to meet the Ghost Bride and find out the identities and backgrounds of Xiao Yiyang and the Foundation Establishment cultivator who impersonated Kulan.

Unlike the previous times he went out, this time he had just stepped out when he heard a commotion in the square below, which seemed to be very lively.

Zheng Li glanced over the railing and immediately saw that the square, which had been empty except for a flower-adorned "囍" character on the high platform, was now filled with a large number of ghosts from the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell].

These ghostly writers, dressed up, are busily setting up a large pot.

The pot was over ten feet in diameter, completely black, and filled with grease. It was placed on a pile of firewood as tall as a person, the firewood already burning brightly, the flames blazing and the grease was steaming, clearly indicating that the oil was extremely hot.

The ghost bride was still dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with a veil covering her face. She stood to the side, directing her subordinates to throw a dark blue-green corpse into the pot.

The corpse was half-decomposed, emitting a strong stench. Maggots crawled in and out of its seven orifices, and murky bodily fluids dripped down its path as it was being moved. Judging from its remaining outline and clothing, it was one of the corpses in the underground mine.

thump!
The corpse was thrown into the pot, immediately producing a series of sizzling sounds. Along with the frying noise, a meaty aroma rose up, mixed with the original fishy stench, and quickly spread throughout the air.

Upon seeing this scene, Zheng Que was stunned. Was this a vat of boiling oil?
Before seven days had even passed, the ghost bride had already started preparing the oil fryer?

Even in his underworld, there isn't a cauldron of oil!
(End of this chapter)