Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 200: No More Pretense. (Thanks to the guild leader "Rain Fairy Qitian" for the generous donation!)
The tall cultivator was completely unaware of the abnormality on his face. At first, he only felt a little itchy on his face, but now he felt uncomfortable all over, with a burning itching sensation everywhere.

He couldn't help but reach out and scratch at himself, his hands moving up and down.

brush brush...

For a time, the sound of fingernails scraping against the skin was incessant.

Yuan Zhi hurriedly repeated, "Don't grab him! You can't grab him!"

The tall cultivator's face was contorted, and he paid no attention to Yuan Zhi, continuing to scratch his entire body.

Soon, his hands were covered in sticky ink, and the skin on his body that had been scratched broke open, oozing out gushing ink that quickly blurred his clothes and body... Before long, the tall cultivator was completely covered in a layer of ink.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the tall cultivator transformed into a thick mass of ink, flowing into the grass on the ground and disappearing without a trace.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhi didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately said, "I have something to do, I'll go back to the 'Geng' car first!"

Before he could finish speaking, he turned and left without waiting for the others to reply.

Only then did Wang Xianming finally come to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Wait! Fellow Daoist Yuan, how do we get out of this 'strange' thing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Zhi had already disappeared in a flash, as if he were hiding from something.

Wang Xianming frowned and was about to chase after him when he suddenly felt a piercing itching sensation on his face, making him want to scratch to relieve it.

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly suppressed the urge.

"It itches! It's so itchy!"

"It feels like something is licking my face!"

"It's so itchy! What's going on?!"

At this moment, the other three cultivators spoke at the same time, their voices filled with surprise and uncertainty.

All three of them, like Wang Xianming, suddenly felt an itching sensation on their faces.

Wang Xianming's eye twitched, and he quickly said, "Don't grab me!"

"Don't touch it, no matter how it itches!"

"As long as we don't arrest them, we should be fine!"

As he spoke, he felt his face getting increasingly itchy, an itchy sensation that seemed to seep into his very bones. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to roll around on the ground, and the itch was spreading from his face to his body.

Wang Xianming's breathing became unsteady for a moment, his face turned red, and his body trembled slightly.

The other three cultivators also felt extremely uncomfortable, their bodies twisting unnaturally. They felt as if countless soft tongues with barbs were slowly licking their entire bodies, or as if thousands of ants were crawling on them.

The itching sensation surged like a tidal wave, but all four were cultivators with strong endurance. Despite trembling constantly, they endured it with great difficulty.

However, due to their focused patience, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on the foreheads of the four people.

Sweat streamed down his face, gathering into large beads on his chin before dripping to the ground. The dripping stains left a trail of ink, clearly ink.

Soon, the four men were covered in ink from head to toe. The ink soaked their robes, seeped into the hems, and gradually turned them into a dark, inky mess...

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Step, step, step...

Yuan Zhi strode across the mountain road and arrived at the "Geng" shaped carriage. As soon as he returned, Zheng Que asked, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, what did Senior Lu say?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhi came to his senses. All five people in the "T"-shaped car were doomed!

Currently, their manpower consists of five people from the "戊" chariot, five people from the "己" chariot, and himself, Zheng Que, and Linghu Yuniang.

With such a small force, and without a senior at the ninth level of Qi Refining to lead the way, there's no way they can escape this "strange place." Thinking this, Yuan Zhi replied with a very grim expression, "We haven't found Senior Lu..."

"..."

"...but we encountered a literary gathering!"

At this point, he suddenly became furious and cursed, "Damn it!"

"...Otherwise, we'll all surely die here!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que frowned slightly, then calmed down and shook his head.

This gathering in Baozhen Valley is certainly dangerous, but to say that they will all die here...

He still has many cards up his sleeve!

Based on Qing Li's current strength at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], she is not much weaker than a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

In fact, with the blessing of the Soul-Summoning Banner, Qing Li's strength will be even greater!
Furthermore, Shu Yunying has now awakened. As long as he unlocks the seal on this young lady of the Shu family fortress, he will gain a ghost servant at the peak of the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison].

In addition, he has imperial edicts; he can also summon the ghost bride from the underworld to help him.

However, he now needs to know more detailed information about this gathering...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, at this point, let's not keep the information about this gathering a secret!"

"Please tell me everything you know, fellow Daoist."

"This is our only chance to survive!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhi also came to his senses. He glanced at Zheng Que, then at the two ghost servants behind Zheng Que, and immediately shook his head, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zheng, you haven't noticed yet, have you?"

"Your two ghost servants are indeed highly skilled, but you are now a dead man!"

“I warned you that day that your ghost servant is too powerful, and if you are not careful, he will turn against his master.”

"And in this elegant gathering, the [Ghost Control Technique] is ineffective!"

"Your two ghost servants are still carrying out the orders you gave them before you entered the gathering. Once these orders are completed, they will tear you to pieces immediately!"

At this point, Yuan Zhi's spiritual energy surged as he stared at Zheng Que and continued coldly, "Fellow Daoist, we are both of the human race. Rather than dying meaninglessly at the hands of ghost servants, we might as well do some good deeds before we die."

Give me all your essence and blood.

"After I drink your essence blood, I'll drink Linghu Yuniang's essence blood as well. Perhaps, there'll still be a glimmer of hope..."

"Don't resist. Without these two ghost servants, you are no match for me!"

The Ghost Control Technique is ineffective?
What does that have to do with me?
While pondering, Zheng Que stopped wasting words and directly said to his side, "Qing Li, take him down!"

Upon hearing this, Qing Li snorted coldly, but still immediately made a move. One of her arms suddenly grew larger, spanning more than ten feet in an instant, and directly grabbed at Yuan Zhi.

Whoosh!
Qing Li's attack was incredibly fast. Just as Yuan Zhi was about to dodge, he felt a tightness in his throat and a strong feeling of suffocation. The next moment...

boom! ! !
Yuan Zhi was instantly pinned to the ground, his head sinking halfway into the mud. His mouth and nose were filled with mud and sand mixed with grass and leaves. The intense yin energy invaded his body in a domineering manner, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he was unable to move for a moment.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes. What's going on with this Zheng Que?

How can the other party still control their ghost servants?
wrong!

The other party didn't use any magic at all; they simply gave verbal commands!
That ghost servant is a female ghost with intelligence!

(End of this chapter)