Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 220 Half an Hour. (First Update!)

Ink stick?

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que frowned slightly, immediately recalling the scene in the painting where Qing Li was stained with ink...

If he hadn't taken Qingli into the Soul-Summoning Banner in time and summoned her to the Underworld to use the Underworld's position to cleanse her of the ink, Qingli would probably have become part of the ink.

This must be the "strange" rule of this "Scissors Prison".

No matter how powerful the ghosts in the painting are, they are just ink sticks!
It will turn into part of the ink as soon as it comes into contact with water or ink.

The same applies to cultivators.

However, Qingli and Kulan were ghost servants he had painstakingly trained. Although Shu Yunying hadn't been his ghost servant for long, her cultivation was already at the peak of the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], making her extremely powerful among the ghost servants he could command. Breaking through to the [Scissors Prison] was only a matter of time...

He couldn't possibly use those three ghost servants as ink sticks!
And Niannu... Niannu won't do either!

In a flash, Zheng Que suddenly thought of something and immediately reached behind him, quickly touching two sticky, soft things.

These are the two intestines that the figure in the ivory-colored dress just drew for him!
Now that his body has left the world of the painting, his two intestines have also come out.

Zheng Que suppressed his discomfort and quickly asked, "Then, these two intestines on my back can also be used as ink sticks?"

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress nodded and calmly replied, "Okay."

"This was drawn by me using the internal organs inside your stomach."

"If you use it as an ink stick, you can produce ink that is at the seventh level of Qi Refining."

"This ink can depict the seven levels of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell]."

???

Zheng Que's face stiffened. The two intestines that appeared on his back were drawn with the internal organs in his stomach.
***of!
He was furious inside, but dared not utter a sound, only saying with a grim face, "If you do this, I will die!"

"Even if I win the next painting contest, it will be meaningless."

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress listened quietly and said, "Don't worry."

"I didn't finish drawing just now, so you won't be in any danger for the next half hour."

"If you truly win this painting contest, I will naturally help you recover."

Half an hour?

Zheng Que frowned immediately. How was he supposed to stall for time now?

This female ghost isn't so easily fooled!
Just then, the figure in the ivory-colored dress continued, "Now that you have a pen and ink stick, you can choose any blank drawing paper here."

"One ink stick is only enough to draw one ghost."

"If the ink stick is not used up, the ghost will not be able to take shape on the paper."

"You can also use multiple ink sticks to draw a ghost together, which can enhance your ability to 'draw ghosts'."

"If your painting skills are indeed outstanding enough, you can also allow the 'painting ghost' to inherit some of the original ghost skills and dark arts of the ink stick."

"Otherwise, 'drawing ghosts' would only involve the most primitive instincts."

"If there are no problems, we can begin now!" Upon hearing this, Zheng Li immediately said, "Wait a minute, where's my soul-summoning banner?"

"I will use the ghosts in the summoning banner as ink sticks."

Upon hearing this, the figure in the yellow dress did not hesitate and immediately took out a horizontal scroll from the side and handed it to Zheng Que.

Zheng stared intently and saw that on the horizontal scroll, the left side was mostly covered in torrential rain, the rain blurring the mountain and water paths. The only thing that was clear was a temple on the right side.

In the temple courtyard, four horse-drawn carriages were parked crookedly. These carriages were tall and sturdy, and they were the vehicles used to transport taxes!

The flags on the vehicle were mostly melted, and only faint markings such as "Ding" and "Wu" could be made out. The decorations on the roof were also partially damaged, with remnants of runes flickering faintly at the breaks.

There was no one around the carriage, only a black banner stuck diagonally in the ground. The banner was soft and seemed about to fly, it was a soul-summoning banner.

A cold voice came from the figure in the ivory-yellow dress: "What you want is in this painting. You can take it yourself."

Take it out yourself?
Upon hearing this, Zheng Que frowned slightly, but still did as the other party instructed, reaching out to grab the soul-summoning banner in the painting.

The next moment, he was surprised to find that his arm had reached into the painting without any hindrance.

At first glance, his arm is also reflected on the scroll, as if it were part of the painting!

Zheng Que's heart stirred, and without further hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the soul-summoning banner.

Next, instead of taking the soul-summoning banner directly out of the painting, he activated it within the painting itself.

Soon, strange and grotesque ghosts emerged from the surface of the summoning banner.

However, the movements of these ghosts in the painting are extremely slow; they crawl out almost stiffly.

After Zheng Que finally managed to summon two ghosts at the fifth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], he quickly said, "I want these two ghosts as ink sticks."

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress nodded slightly, then immediately took out the scissors again, cut off the two ghosts that Zheng Que wanted, and handed them to Zheng Que.

Seeing that Zheng Que had chosen the fifth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison] ink strip, the figure in the ivory-yellow skirt walked to the side and took out two portrait paintings. One of the paintings was of a young cultivator in a brown-yellow robe, whose appearance indicated that he was one of the original members of the "T"-shaped carriage escorting cultivators; the other was of a cultivator in a ginger-yellow robe with black trim and a full beard, who was originally one of the "Ji"-shaped carriage escorting cultivators.

Both of these cultivators possessed the aura of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress said calmly, "This is the ink stick I chose, of the same rank as yours."

Zheng Que nodded, then strode to a blank scroll hanging on a branch and calmly said, "I have no other questions. We can begin."

As he spoke, he immediately opened his storage bag, took out a pot of clean water, and poured it onto the two cut-out portraits.

The two lifelike demons of the "Tongue-Pulling Hell" in the painting instantly turned into a viscous blob of ink upon contact with water.

Throughout the entire process, there was absolutely no resistance!
Seeing this scene, Zheng Que took a deep breath and immediately understood that the host of this gathering was focused on painting and had no intention of killing anyone.

Otherwise, the moment they entered the gathering, if the other party poured a basin of water outside the painting, all of them, including Shu Yunying, who was at the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison], would be doomed!

The monks who died in the paintings were all because the host of this gathering loved creating art too much…

Thinking this, Zheng Que picked up the purple brush and dipped it into the ink on the portrait.

【Food Soul Ink Soldier】It may seem like just an ordinary calligraphy brush, but the moment it touches the ink, it instantly absorbs all the ink from the portrait, leaving only a blank sheet of paper...

(End of this chapter)