Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 193 The Invitation. (Third update!)

Upon seeing the convoy ahead, Yuan Zhi was overjoyed and hurriedly activated the array plate with all his might. The corpse puppets pulling the convoys took off running at full speed.

Step, step, step...

Amidst the hurried footsteps, the "Geng" shaped carriage immediately accelerated its pace.

The following "Xin", "Ren", and "Gui" chariots also increased their speed.

Soon, after a rapid drive, the four cars caught up with the car in front and successfully joined the convoy.

At this moment, Yuan Zhi and the others also noticed that the convoy ahead had obviously slowed down, and behind the vehicle with the character "己" (ji), the two groups of cultivators responsible for patrolling the entire convoy were repeatedly patrolling, as if waiting for something.

Upon seeing Yuan Zhi and the others appear, the patrolling cultivator immediately called out to the front, "Senior Lu, the convoy behind is returning!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Maohong's voice instantly echoed throughout the entire convoy: "All vehicles stop and rest on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, the vehicles ahead, which were already moving slowly, immediately slowed down, and soon the entire convoy came to a stop on the mountain road.

At this moment, three cultivators with exceptionally strong auras strode over from the front of the convoy.

The leader of the three cultivators, Lu Maohong, was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Behind him were two figures: one was a middle-aged cultivator in a brocade robe and jade crown with an impressive appearance; the other was a plump cultivator wearing a dark green robe with floral patterns and a soft turban. Both of them were at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Upon seeing Lu Maohong arrive in person, Yuan Zhi immediately stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Senior Lu!"

Lu Maohong remained calm, glanced at Yuan Zhi, and then at Linghu Yuniang and Zheng Que behind him, and immediately asked, "Did you encounter the Forget-Worry Inn?"

Yuan Zhi immediately nodded and quickly replied, "Yes! We were lucky this time, we escaped a disaster..."

Before Yuan Zhi could finish speaking, Lu Maohong interrupted him, saying, "If you're lucky, you won't run into the Forget-Worry Inn."

"Open the carriage doors, I need to check the taxes!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhi dared not say another word and immediately manipulated the array plate to open the carriage of the "Geng" character chariot.

Everything in the carriage was normal. The number of women of all ages matched up, and they were in good condition, not much different from the last checkup.

Lu Maohong carefully examined her to make sure that the "Bottle Woman" was alright. He nodded slightly, then, without saying another word, led his two subordinates and continued walking towards the "Xin" car behind them.

After a short while, he checked all four vehicles and made sure that all the taxes and the surviving monks who were escorting the taxes were in order, then returned to the first vehicle, the "A" vehicle.

Before long, Lu Maohong's voice echoed throughout the convoy once again: "Keep going!"

The cultivators in the caravan immediately stopped resting, manipulated the array plates, and directed the corpse puppets to continue their journey.

The group hesitated as they made their way through the mountains and forests, dappled sunlight casting shadows all over their faces and heads. In the bright daylight, if it weren't for the absence of people, the Forget-Worry Inn they had just visited would have seemed like a dream.

There were now only three people left in the "Geng" shaped carriage. Yuan Zhi arranged for Zheng Que to guard the back of the carriage, Linghu Yuniang to be responsible for the side, and himself to lead the way.

After walking for a while, Linghu Yuniang suddenly slowed down and came to Zheng Que's side. Seeing her approach, Zheng Que calmly asked, "Fellow Daoist Linghu, what is it?"

Linghu Yuniang glanced at Qingli and Niannu following behind Zheng Que, and immediately asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, your ghost servant is very powerful! I wonder where you caught it?"

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Niannu, unable to look away.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que calmly replied, "This was Jia Miaoniang's ghost servant before. I don't know where Jia Miaoniang got it from."

Jia Miaoniang?
The Jia family of Taishan!

Is this Zheng Que the one who killed Jia Miaoniang of the Jia family of Taishan and seized her ghost servant?
Linghu Yuniang was slightly taken aback, but quickly came to her senses. She immediately took out a blue and gold-embroidered invitation from her sleeve, handed it to Zheng Que, and said, "Thank you for saving me at the Forget-Worry Inn just now."

"This is an invitation from Xuanyuan Pavilion in the prefectural city."

"Xuanyuan Pavilion is a business firm that spans the entire Great Li Dynasty. It contains many rare and precious treasures and holds auctions every now and then, where many items that independent cultivators cannot normally obtain are available."

"I believe Fellow Daoist Zheng is no ordinary person. This invitation may be of some use to you."

Xuanyuan Pavilion?
Zheng Que knew nothing about the situation in the prefectural city, and upon hearing this, he immediately accepted the invitation.

This invitation is very exquisite. The blue cover features a hidden pattern of pavilions and towers hidden among beautiful flowers and grasses. In the center, the outline of a city gate is outlined in gold powder. Above the city gate, the three ancient seal characters "Qingrao Prefecture" are written. The waist is tied with colorful silk ribbons, with a ruyi knot on each side and a tassel hanging down an inch long. It is also stamped with a wax seal that emits a faint cool fragrance. The design of the seal is very simple, with the two ancient seal characters "Xuanyuan".

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the invitation, Zheng Que put it away and replied, "Fellow Daoist Linghu, you are too kind. We are all in the same team, and it is only right that we help and support each other."

"Fellow Daoist, that's kind of you. If I have the opportunity after arriving in the city, I will definitely visit the Xuanyuan Pavilion."

Seeing Zheng Que accept the invitation, Linghu Yuniang smiled and nodded slightly.

She had never seen Zheng Que in action before and didn't know his true strength, but the woman with her hair styled in a high bun and wearing a pink blouse and colorful skirt, despite her immense power, was incredibly submissive to Zheng Que...

Besides, when they escaped from the Forget-Worry Inn, including Yuan Zhi and several other Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivators, they all looked flustered and almost wanted to leave first. Only Zheng Que remained calm and showed no sign of panic from beginning to end.

As expected, Zheng Que's true cultivation level should be the strongest among these cultivators!
The invitation she sent to the other party, Xuanyuan Pavilion, was not only to thank their ghost servant for stopping her from eating at the Forget-Worry Inn, but also to take the opportunity to make some connections...

Just as the two were talking, a dark shadow that looked like a human or a beast suddenly darted out from the woods beside the road, as swift as lightning, and pounced straight at Zheng Que!
At the same moment, a large number of ghostly creatures emerged from the woods surrounding the convoy and rushed towards it.

Another ghostly attack on the convoy!

Zheng Que immediately came to his senses and was about to make a move when Qing Li behind him swayed slightly, her arm growing larger in the wind, and grabbed at the black shadow that had rushed in front of Zheng Que.

boom!
The shadowy figure was easily pinned to the ground by Qing Li. Before it could even struggle, Qing Li crushed its soul, turning it into a dense cloud of yin energy that quickly dissipated.

At the same time, all the ghosts that approached the "Geng" shaped carriage were collectively hoisted into the air by thick hemp ropes, like a large batch of cured meat drying in a farmhouse, hanging everywhere.

(End of this chapter)