Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 202 Ink. (Second update!)

Just as Zheng Que was about to explain, Qing Li, who was beside him, controlled Yuan Zhi with one hand, and her other hand suddenly grew larger and, just like before, instantly spanned several feet and grabbed at the tall cultivator.

boom! !

The next moment, the tall cultivator was pinned to the ground without any power to resist, and dust and grass flew up and rustled.

However, unlike Yuan Zhi just now, the tall cultivator showed no fear or panic on his face when he suddenly encountered this unexpected turn of events. The moment he was controlled by Qing Li, large patches of ink suddenly appeared all over his body.

The ink soaked his entire body in the blink of an eye, as if he had been pulled out of an inkwell.

Qingli's expression changed slightly, and she immediately stopped, seemingly very wary of the ink that had suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the tall cultivator's body also rapidly melted in the ink, as if his entire body was made of ink and was now melting back into ink. Large amounts of ink sank into the ground and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the grass and stones on the spot remained the same, but the tall cultivator had vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this scene, Zheng Que frowned immediately. That was a ghost!

His [Spiritual Eye Technique] couldn't detect anything wrong, but Qing Li possessed a Yin Duty, so as long as the other party's aura didn't exceed [Scissors Prison], it wouldn't escape Qing Li's notice...

Just then, Yuan Zhi on the ground hurriedly shouted, "Fellow Daoist Zheng! Quickly tell your ghost servant to release me!"

"I'll tell you everything!"

"Quickly! Let me go!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que snapped out of his daze, turned to look at Qing Li, and his expression immediately changed.

The hand that Qingli had just used to pinch the ink-stained ghost was now faintly ink-colored and stained with a sticky ink.

The ink, though seemingly fresh, clung firmly to Qingli's palm, impossible to shake off, as if it had taken root in her hand, and even emitted a faint ink fragrance.

Zheng Que immediately frowned. In his observation with his [Spiritual Eye Technique], these inks were no different from ordinary inks, and he could not see any problem.

However, this is a world within a painting!
It's the "weirdness" of [Scissors Prison]!
Although Qing Li's cultivation level has reached the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], there is still a huge gap between her and the [Scissors Prison].

In a flash, Zheng Que shouted, "Qingli, quickly bring in the Soul-Summoning Banner!"

This ink must be a "strange" method of the [Scissors Prison], while the Soul-Summoning Banner is a ritual artifact, on the same level as the ghosts of the [Scissors Prison], and can somewhat resist the methods of the ghosts of the [Scissors Prison].

Hearing this, Qingli snorted coldly and said, "This old lady is fine!"

As she spoke, she blew a breath of cold, yin energy into her palm. The yin energy instantly transformed into a mighty, surging wind, causing the surrounding bamboo branches to undulate and the tall grass to scatter. With a sound like crashing waves, the branches and leaves of varying shades fell over in all directions, centered on her.

The wind, like a steel blade, whipped up ink and roared as it rushed into the distance.

However, the ink, like a spring, kept flowing and being swept away by the soul wind, and soon, Qing Li's entire palm was stained black with ink.

Seeing that Qingli was determined to continue struggling with the ink in her hand, Zheng Que did not hesitate any longer and immediately raised the Soul-Summoning Banner.

As his spiritual energy rapidly depleted, an even larger gust of soul wind immediately swept out from the Soul Summoning Banner. The soul wind howled and swept up Qing Li, dragging its gray-black tail, and pulled it into the banner.

At the same time, without Qingli's suppression, Yuan Zhi quickly got up from the ground and scrambled towards the convoy ahead.

Seeing this, Niannu was about to make a move when Zheng Que spoke up, "Never mind him, protect me first."

Niannu immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."

Zheng Que dared not waste a moment. He raised his hand and planted the soul-summoning banner into the soil beside him, then quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to cultivate. He didn't know if the soul-summoning banner could truly suppress the ink on Qing Li's hand, but he was certain that it could in the underworld!
Therefore, he needs to hurry into the underworld, summon Qingli in as well, and then eliminate all the problems on her body by improving her cultivation.

As for Yuan Zhi...

The other party just said that no one here can leave the convoy.

As long as Qingli returns to normal, he can regain control of her at any time.

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The sound of cart wheels and the gentle murmur of the clear stream.

The vehicle, bearing the character "己", bumped along a path strewn with gravel, leaving green marks on its wheels where it had crushed weeds, and releasing a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Five cultivators were scattered around the vehicle, vaguely forming a circle around the vehicle with the character "己" in the middle.

The leading cultivator was a middle-aged female cultivator wearing a light pink dress and with her hair in a coiled bun. She had a long sword at her waist, was serious and vigilant, and her eyes were sharp as she frequently looked around. She exuded the aura of a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator. She was none other than Yin Dan, the leader of the "Ji" character chariot.

After turning a corner, a clump of lush bamboo drooped ahead. Yin Dan raised her hand and used the scabbard to part the bamboo leaves, making it easier for the "己" shaped vehicle to pass.

The convoy proceeded hesitantly, and apart from seeing Fellow Daoist Yuan pass by in a hurry twice earlier, Yin Dan did not notice anything unusual.

Just then, a female cultivator dressed in a light red shirt came from the front. Her hair was tied in a bun with a silver hairpin inserted diagonally. She was none other than Shan Ya Niang from the "D" shaped carriage.

Shan Ya Niang was in a hurry, seemingly heading straight for the car with the character "己" on it.

Yin Dan immediately asked, "Fellow Daoist Shan, what's wrong?"

As Shan Ya Niang walked towards her, she said, "The three cars ahead, '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."

Did we stumble upon an elegant gathering?
Yin Dan frowned, but quickly replied, "Okay."

"Just wait a moment."

As she spoke, she called out to the back, "You four, come here for a second!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other four cultivators in the "Ji" chariot rushed over.

Yin Dan glanced around at her companions and immediately said, "We may have encountered a literary gathering. The four of you stay here and guard the tax collection. I'll go check it out."

Upon hearing that they had encountered a literary gathering, the four cultivators' expressions changed, and they immediately nodded in agreement: "Alright!"

Yin Dan nodded slightly, then followed Shan Ya Niang forward without saying anything more.

She hadn't been gone long when, before the four cultivators in the "Ji" chariot could even exchange words, another tall and burly figure hurried up from behind. The newcomer carried a long sword on his back and had dark skin; it was Yuan Zhi.

As soon as Yuan Zhi arrived, his gaze swept over the crowd, and he asked the four people, "Where is Fellow Daoist Yin Dan?"

“We encountered a literary gathering.”

"I have something to say to Fellow Daoist Yin Dan!"

(End of this chapter)