Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 209 The Downpour Is Coming. (Third Update!)

Inside the dilapidated palace, Zheng Que opened his eyes, black energy cascading from between his brows into the Book of Life and Death before him, next to which sat a gavel.

He immediately looked at his left hand, where he was tightly holding a white jade plum vase.

Seeing this, Zheng Que secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unlike other items, this bottle, which was taken out of the underworld, can indeed be brought back into the underworld!
At this moment, the white jade plum vase shone brightly in the dim light, and the invisible barrier at the mouth of the vase had disappeared.

Previously, when Shu Yunying was sealed in this white jade plum vase, there was always an invisible barrier at the mouth of the vase, but after entering the gathering this time, the seal on the mouth of the vase has completely failed.

Now that he has brought this white jade plum vase into the underworld again, the seal on the mouth of the vase has not been restored.

"The seal on the bottle opening is probably not a function of the bottle itself, but rather something the ghost bride casually set up."

"And now, this 'strange' gathering has broken the seal set by the ghost bride, and Shu Yunying has just escaped from it."

"Shu Yunying initially wanted to use the Soul-Summoning Banner to break the seal, which should have been to use the power of the Soul-Summoning Banner to break through the restriction at the bottle's opening..."

Thinking this, Zheng Que no longer hesitated and immediately shouted at the Book of Life and Death: "Ku Lan!"

The mist swirled below the hall, revealing a figure dressed in black with a black umbrella.

At this moment, Ku Lan's aura was still at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], but it had an indescribable quality, which was very different from the one before he entered the Tongue-Pulling Hell.

Upon realizing she had arrived in the underworld, Ku Lan immediately bowed gracefully and respectfully said, "This humble servant greets Your Excellency!"

Zheng Que nodded slightly, and while the other party was kowtowing, he directly issued an imperial edict, pointing it towards Ku Lan.

The imperial edict transformed into a beam of mysterious light and entered the center of the withered orchid's brow.

Kulan had already received the imperial decree, and now, receiving the second decree, her soul was immediately subjected to a tremendous shock. However, this time, she did not immediately faint. Instead, a clear look of pain appeared on her beautiful face. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she gritted her teeth slightly, managing to persevere.

Seeing this, Zheng Que frowned and immediately issued another imperial edict, pointing it at Ku Lan.

Two consecutive edicts were imprinted on her brow, causing an extremely intense impact on her soul. The pain on Ku Lan's face intensified, and her entire body trembled. Her skirt swayed like autumn leaves in the vast hall. However, she seemed to have been aroused by the ferocity of her "evil" nature, and she persisted, her fierce expression revealed between her brows. She did not faint.

Zheng Que did not hesitate and issued a third imperial edict...

Whoosh!
The three decrees pierced Ku Lan's brow. Ku Lan finally couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed weakly to the ground, rolled her eyes, and lost consciousness.

On the steps of the palace, Zheng Que breathed a sigh of relief. If Ku Lan hadn't fainted soon, he would have had to use his gavel!
While pondering, he stood up, took the white jade plum vase, and walked towards the withered orchid.

Arriving at Kulan's side, Zheng Que grabbed Kulan's head and tried to stuff it into the bottle.

However, the neck of this white jade plum vase was slender and the mouth was not wide. Zheng Que pressed hard several times, but he still couldn't push the withered orchid's head in.

After several attempts, he suddenly realized that he seemed unable to fit the withered orchid into the white jade plum vase.

Zheng Que frowned, then picked up the black silk umbrella that the other person was holding tightly and stuffed the tip of the umbrella into the bottle.

The tip of the black silk umbrella was just the same size as the mouth of the bottle, and he immediately tucked a little of it inside.

Seeing that things seemed to be going well, Zheng Que continued to exert force, and the silk umbrella was slowly stuffed into the bottle.

The white jade plum vase looked to be no more than a foot tall and seemed unable to hold much, but its interior was a self-contained space. With Zheng Que's movements, most of an umbrella was quickly stuffed inside. He continued, and in no time, the entire black silk umbrella was stuffed into the vase.

The moment the umbrella was completely stuffed into the bottle, the withered orchid transformed into a ball of blood-red light and disappeared into the bottle.

Seeing this, Zheng Que's face lit up with joy. He immediately pressed a finger against the mouth of the bottle and sat back down in the limping armchair.

He glanced at the Book of Life and Death, where several names had been added, but Yuan Zhi's name was not among them.

Zheng Que understood that Yuan Zhi was still alive. After all, Yuan Zhi had participated in the gathering once, and was the cultivator with the best chance of surviving among all those who entered the gathering this time, besides himself.

Once we bring the withered orchid out of the underworld, we'll immediately go find Yuan Zhi!

As he pondered, Zheng Que began to wait silently.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the last wisp of black energy between his brows was absorbed by the Book of Life and Death.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Que was back in the convoy on the mountain road.

The surroundings were unchanged from before his cultivation; it was still a bamboo forest path, with pebbles and weeds, several colorful butterflies fluttering near and far, and the babbling of a stream could be faintly heard in the forest.

The black banners, billowing and swirling, were stuck diagonally into the ground. Shu Yunying and Niannu stood beside them, one looking around idly, the other vigilantly on guard.

Behind him was the "Geng" shaped carriage that kept moving forward but always lagged behind him.

Zheng Que withdrew his gaze and looked down at the white jade plum vase in his hand, one of his fingers still firmly blocking the mouth of the vase.

After waiting for about ten breaths, he immediately removed his fingers, turned the bottle upside down, and tried to pour out the withered orchid.

clap clap clap!
Zheng Que tapped the bottom of the bottle a few times with his other hand, and a streak of blood-red light instantly escaped from the bottle's mouth, landing and transforming into a figure dressed in black with a black umbrella.

It is indeed a withered orchid!

Seeing this scene, Zheng Que felt reassured.

Normally, a ghost would be unconscious for a long time after being hit by multiple decrees, but time is distorted in this world of the painting!
He cultivated for so long, yet only five breaths passed in the world within the painting.

He waited for ten breaths before pouring the withered orchid out of the bottle, and then took several more breaths. In reality, the orchid had been unconscious for several hours.

At this moment, after taking in her surroundings, Ku Lan immediately bowed to Zheng Que and said, "Young Master."

Zheng Que nodded, surrounded by four ghost servants: one at level nine of the Tongue-Pulling Hell, two at level eight, and one at level seven...

My current strength is no less than that of Lu Maohong, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining!

You can go find Yuan Zhi now!
However, just as Zheng Que was about to give the order to depart...

Rumble!
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed overhead, the thunder rumbled and shook the earth. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the entire bamboo forest was swept away by a mighty gale. Thousands of green stalks bent over, and the bamboo waves rose and fell, with fallen leaves flying everywhere like a green rain.

At the same time, dark clouds gathered in the sky, like mountains hanging low, and the light of day dimmed in an instant, signaling an impending downpour!
"Roar……!"

Before the thunder had subsided, a deep, resonant ghostly wail came from behind, as if a very powerful ghost was chasing after the convoy.

(End of this chapter)