Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 201 A Painting. (First Update!)

Seeing that Qing Li had subdued Yuan Zhi with a single move, Zheng Que was not surprised at all. Qing Li's current cultivation level had reached the peak of the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison]. Once she got through this "strange" event, she would basically be able to break through to the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison]. Dealing with a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining would naturally be very easy for her.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que calmly said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, I am a righteous cultivator. As long as you tell me all the information you know right now, I will pretend that nothing happened."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhi snapped out of his daze. He looked at Qing Li with a mixture of surprise and doubt. The strength of this ghost servant was terrifying!
Having cultivated for so many years, he had encountered several vengeful spirits at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]. Relying on his various skills and trump cards, he could barely exchange a few blows with the vengeful spirits at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], and each time he managed to escape successfully...

But this time, he had no power to resist at all. He couldn't use any of his many tricks and trump cards!

Even escaping is a pipe dream!

In a flash, Yuan Zhi didn't answer Zheng Que's question, but instead spoke directly to Qing Li, saying, "This woman, since you possess intelligence, why bother risking your life for a low-level cultivator whose cultivation is far inferior to yours?"

"In this 'strange' gathering, the cultivator's [Ghost Control Technique] is useless!"

"Now, if you kill Zheng Que, you will regain your freedom immediately!"

Listening to the human cultivator in front of her chatter on and on, Qing Li only managed to understand a few words thanks to the "Calling Voice" skill of "Calling Voice Ghost". She had no idea what the other person was saying!
Of course, she wasn't interested in knowing.

Immediately afterwards, Qingli turned to look at Zheng Que, her expression arrogant and her tone cocky, and said, "Human brat, this old lady is a good devil!"

"Now, quickly kill this person, then cut him into pieces and stuff them into my mouth piece by piece."

"Remember, this wasn't killed by your great-aunt. It was you, this human brat, who flattered and fawned over me, and took the initiative to kill him to win my favor."

"Don't cut the pieces too small, or they won't taste good..."

At this moment, Zheng Que was furious when he heard Yuan Zhi's divisive words. Then he heard Qing Li's suggestion and instantly came to his senses.

The important business is ahead; we can talk about the rest later!

Therefore, Zheng Que immediately said in a cold voice, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, don't waste your energy!"

"These two ghost servants of mine do not bear the blood mark of the [Ghost Control Technique] at all."

"My patience is limited. If you remain obstinate and unrepentant, then I can only ask you to stay in the banner for a while!"

As he spoke, he opened his storage bag and took out a black banner.

The top of this black banner is a twisted skull, the surface of the banner is as soft as water, with silver patterns outlining ancient characters, and the bottom is a lotus base. The workmanship is exquisite and eerie, exuding an extremely cold and terrifying aura.

Soul-calling flags!
Upon seeing the black banner, Yuan Zhi felt a chill run down his spine; he could sense that the banner was extremely dangerous.

Staring at it for too long feels like your very soul is being sucked in.

Yuan Zhi immediately realized that it was a soul-summoning banner!

It’s a magical weapon!
In this "strange" world of "Scissors Prison," this is the only object that is unaffected by the "strangeness"!

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhi immediately softened his stance and quickly replied, "I'll talk!"

"We are now within a painting of an elegant gathering."

"There are many dangers in this painting..."

Are they in a painting?
Zheng Que frowned and immediately interrupted, "A painting? How can you prove it?"

Yuan Zhi said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, you might as well look back and you will find the problem."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que nodded slightly. The other party was currently under Qing Li's control, so he wasn't worried about any tricks they might pull. He immediately looked behind him. In his line of sight, everything behind him was normal. The corpse puppet was pulling the "Geng" shaped carriage, traversing the path through the bamboo forest. The wheels rolled over the weeds, and the carriage shook slightly because of an inconspicuous pothole deep in the grass. From the depths of the green bamboo, the sound of a babbling brook could be heard. The wind rustled through the bamboo stalks, creating a series of ripples. Several colorful butterflies fluttered over, seemingly curious, and flew halfway around the carriage before drifting away with the wind.

Seeing this, Zheng Li immediately realized something was wrong. He and Yuan Zhi had just had a conflict, and the two of them hadn't moved an inch from the moment they started to move!
The "Geng" shaped chariot, pulled by the corpse puppet, continued to move forward at the same speed as before.

However, no matter how far the "Geng" shaped carriage moved forward, it always stayed behind them!
They were clearly standing still, yet the distance between them and the "Geng" shaped vehicle that was moving forward remained completely unchanged!

Zheng Li immediately turned to look at Yuan Zhi and asked in a deep voice, "Have we been staying in the same place all this time?"

Yuan Zhi shook his head slightly and quickly replied, "No!"

"The convoy keeps moving forward, and the surrounding environment is slowly changing. Look at the grass puddles and butterflies we just saw; they weren't there before."

“We are not standing still.”

"Instead, they're trapped inside a painting!"

"Moreover, no matter how we move, we remain in the center of this painting!"

"Therefore, it will be meaningless for us to move forward or escape in any direction from now on."

"Given the current situation, the best we can do is move from the front of the convoy to the back, or from the back of the convoy to the front."

"They can't even leave the team!"

"As long as we are alive, we will be trapped in the very center of this painting!"

In the middle of the scroll...

Zheng Que frowned, glanced at the "Geng" shaped carriage that was moving forward behind him, and quickly nodded. The information the other party had given him should be true.

Then he asked, "So, what dangers are there in this painting?"

"How can we escape?"

Yuan Zhi took a deep breath and said, "As I said last time, at this gathering, you can't wipe your face, you can't sweat, and you can't lend your clothes to others..."

"You can't take off your own clothes either!"

"If it rains, we must find a place to take shelter..."

"Each of these taboos corresponds to a kind of danger."

"Also, I just went to the 'T' car, the five people in the 'T' car..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure strode over from the front of the convoy.

The newcomer was very tall, with an aura of the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was the tall cultivator among the five cultivators responsible for guarding the "T"-shaped vehicle.

As soon as he got close, he immediately said, "Cars 'A,' 'B,' and 'C' have all disappeared!"

"We may have stumbled upon a gathering of scholars in Baozhen Valley."

"Fellow Daoist Wang Xianming requests that all team leaders proceed to the 'T'-shaped vehicle to discuss countermeasures."

(End of this chapter)