Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 210 Reunion. (First Update!)

Beside the "戊" shaped carriage, five cultivators gathered in a group, wary of "Mei Youle" approaching in the "丁" shaped carriage.

"...To kill it, you need to use items from this painted world!"

At that moment, Yuan Zhi rushed over, saying something repeatedly.

The objects in the painting?
Upon hearing this, the white-robed cultivator leading the "戊"-shaped vehicle was slightly taken aback. After realizing what was happening, he immediately picked up a stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and then hurled it fiercely at "梅友乐".

Whoosh!
The stone pierced the air and fell towards "Mei You Le".

Mei Youle's expression changed, and he hurriedly dodged. At the same time, he took out six talismans from his storage bag and threw them at the six people.

These talismans were all [Fire Tongue Talismans]. However, when the talismans flew into the air, they did not burst into flames. Instead, they turned into thick ink that filled the sky, like dark clouds pressing down on everyone.

Yuan Zhi and the five people in the "戊" car dared not take the attack head-on and dodged to avoid it.

Whoosh...

Five talismans struck the surrounding bamboo forest, instantly piercing through a small section and creating a large crater. Amidst the flying sand and stones, broken branches and fallen leaves filled the air. The next moment, the ground, bamboo, weeds, and rocks that were struck all turned into a blurry ink, along with the fragments still swirling in the air, which also turned into specks of ink.

Without hesitation, Yuan Zhi retreated to a clump of intact bamboo branches, pointed his fingers like a knife, cut off a thick section of bamboo stalk beside him, grabbed one end, and swung it with all his might, using it as a spear to stab at "Mei Youle".

At the same moment, the cultivator in the moon-white robe also quickly picked up large and small pebbles from the ground, waving his hands repeatedly, and shot them towards "Mei Youle" like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

This "Mei Youle" only had the aura of the sixth level of Qi Refining, but he was not afraid at all when facing the combined attack of two cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refining!
He first sidestepped Yuan Zhi's long bamboo spear, then took out several talismans from his storage bag and threw them at the stones flying towards him.

Ping Pong Pong...

The ink formed from the talisman caught the flying pebbles head-on, turning them into even thicker ink that splashed all over the ground with a "whoosh".

Missing his first strike, Yuan Zhi twisted the bamboo pole in his hand and thrust it repeatedly at Mei Youle's body.

Mei Youle dodged left and right, and after several regrouping, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, jumped high into the air, and when he was above Yuan Zhi's head, he struck Yuan Zhi with a palm.

Yuan Zhi's expression changed slightly, and he immediately raised his bamboo pole to block.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Yuan Zhi felt a numbness in his hand, and a powerful force sent him staggering backward.

Just as "Mei Youle" was about to press his advantage, the cultivator in the moon-white robe picked up a small pile of pebbles and began to hurl them at him.

Feeling the rain of pebbles hitting him, "Mei Youle" quickly dodged away.

Whoosh...

bang bang bang bang...

Seeing that the two cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refining were still unable to defeat Mei Youle despite their combined efforts, the other cultivators in the "Wu" chariot were about to step forward to help when they were stopped by the fat, dark-skinned cultivator surnamed Song: "Don't go over there!"

"This 'painted figure' appears to be only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but in reality, it is a ghost at the seventh level or higher of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]!"

"With each additional layer of human skin, their strength will increase by a significant margin."

"This ghostly creature hasn't even obtained the human skin yet, but its cultivation level is already at the seventh level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]."

“Fellow Daoist Yuan Zhi and Fellow Daoist Diao Jingsong are both at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is enough to deal with this ghost.”

"But if we go up there and any one of us accidentally gets ink on our skin, we're doomed!"

*Pfft...* As soon as the fat, dark-skinned cultivator finished speaking, Yuan Zhi finally found an opportunity and stabbed Mei Youle in the left leg with the bamboo pole in his hand.

The bamboo pole pierced a small area, and immediately a gushing liquid flowed from the wound. The liquid was viscous and black, like carefully ground ink, and even emitted a faint ink fragrance.

Mei Youle's movement speed suddenly decreased, and Diao Jingsong immediately seized the opportunity, swinging his hands in mid-air almost leaving afterimages, and continuously smashing stones towards Mei Youle's head.

Puff puff……

Soon, "Mei Youle's" head was smashed into a pile of mud, with sticky ink seeping out from all around. The mangled flesh melted into ink in this ink, and even the stone that had been smashed into his head turned into streams of ink, becoming part of him.

The entire body lay dead on the spot, a truly gruesome sight.

At this moment, Yuan Zhi still did not stop. He pulled out the bamboo pole that had pierced "Mei Youle" and then twisted his wrist to continue stabbing other parts of "Mei Youle's" body.

The bamboo pole, like a spear, pierced through Mei Youle's right leg and immediately turned into a thick stream of ink, merging into Mei Youle's body.

"what!!"

Mei Youle suddenly let out a shrill scream, his whole body convulsing and trembling, and his entire body began to turn into ink.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhi quickly released the bamboo pole.

Soon, "Mei Youle" completely turned into a puddle of ink, as did the bamboo stick stuck in his right leg.

The ink pooled together like a puddle, then quickly sank to the bottom of the ground and disappeared.

As the mountain wind blows, green waves surge and ripple, and two emerald bamboos quietly emerge from the nearby bamboo grove.

Having finally dealt with the "painted man," the six cultivators present all breathed a sigh of relief. Diao Jingsong immediately looked at Yuan Zhi and asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, has the convoy behind us also encountered an accident?"

Yuan Zhi's face was ashen. He slowly nodded and said, "As far as I know, all five people in the 'D' car have perished."

"Of the three of us in the 'Geng' carriage, Zheng Que's ghost servant got stained with ink and is definitely not going to make it; as for Linghu Yuniang, she couldn't possibly survive either."

"Also, I just came from the 'Ji' car side, the 'Ji' car side..."

Just then, three more cultivators, looking flustered, rushed over from behind. These three were the cultivators who were originally responsible for escorting the "Ji" carriage.

As soon as the three arrived, they immediately asked Yuan Zhi, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, what happened? Was Fellow Daoist Yin Dan just now a ghost in disguise?"

Yuan Zhi looked at them, nodded slowly, and said warily, "Don't come any closer. Turn around. I need to confirm your identities first!"

The three cultivators were puzzled, but they still followed Yuan Zhi's instructions and turned around in place.

After confirming that the three of them were all alright, Yuan Zhi continued, "Alright, now we have a total of nine living people."

"Everyone remember this: apart from the nine of us, all the other cultivators in the caravan are dead!"

"If you encounter them, they're definitely 'drawing people'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and in an instant, purple lightning ripped through the air. The wind rose and the clouds surged, like a vast ocean hanging upside down, with the imminent threat of a mountain storm.

A moment later, rumbling thunder began, as if it were sweeping down from the horizon.

Rumble!
(End of this chapter)