Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 224 This immortal keeps his word. (Second update!)

Best of five?

Zheng Que frowned immediately. Could it be that the female ghost's so-called "painting duel" meant that if he lost, he would die, and if he won, he would keep fighting?

Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Best of five games it is."

"However, words are not enough. This time, we must write it down in black and white."

"If I win another round, you will have no more excuses and must let me leave immediately!"

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress replied without hesitation, "Okay!"

As she spoke, she immediately took out a piece of white paper and quickly wrote a line on it: "Elegant gathering to compete in painting, best of five rounds."

After finishing writing, he took out the gourd-shaped seal and stamped it with his own seal.

Zheng Que watched from the side, and as soon as the seal was affixed, he immediately put the paper away to prevent the other party from losing again and continuing to renege on the debt.

Afterwards, both parties continued painting.

brush brush...

As the pen tip glided across the paper, amidst the intermittent sounds of silkworms eating leaves, Zheng Que once again completed his painting.

The "ghost" he drew this time was a circle ghost, with its body and head replaced by circles of different sizes. The gavel rune remained the same, and he also drew hands and feet, holding a simple large knife in its hands.

The figure in the yellow dress was drawn exactly like the second "ghost" that Zheng Que had just drawn. Except for the runes on the gavel, which were not drawn correctly, everything else was copied exactly, with an extra little tail added at the end.

Thus, the third round of painting competition began.

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress painted a long-tailed cube "ghost" this time. It had no hands or feet, stood blankly in place, and only its head and tail could move.

Zheng Que's circle "drawing ghost" showed no mercy, taking up his knife and hacking the long-tailed block "drawing ghost" to death, as easily as chopping down a wooden stake, without encountering the slightest obstacle.

Hua Hua Hua...

As the third round of the painting duel ended, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress exuded extreme anger. She grabbed the painting in front of her, tore it to shreds in a few swift movements, and threw it into the air, where it scattered like snowflakes.

"You humans have some petty tricks up your sleeve."

"However, in the art competition, it has always been best of seven rounds."

"This immortal is going to win four consecutive games!"

The figure in the ivory-colored dress spoke through gritted teeth once more.

Zheng Que listened with a cold smile, showing no surprise. He immediately took out the paper with the rules written by the figure in the yellow dress, but when he opened it, he was stunned.

The words on the paper, which had just read "Elegant Gathering for Painting Competition, Best of Five Rounds," had now strangely changed to "Elegant Gathering for Painting Competition, Best of Seven Rounds!"
Zheng Que was stunned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw the figure in the yellow dress take out a pen and quickly write on a blank sheet of paper.

"I've finished the fourth round!" The figure in the yellow dress quickly put away her brush, speaking coldly before throwing down her painting, getting up, and following behind Zheng Que.

Zheng Que turned his head and saw that the figure in the ivory-yellow dress was now painting a "ghost." The body and head were just simple circles, with two hands and two feet. One hand was holding a crudely drawn large knife, and a tail was trailing behind it...

Yes, this is plagiarism... This is based on his third "ghost painting"!
I must say, this female ghost paints incredibly fast!

Seeing this, Zheng Que's face darkened. He found a blank sheet of paper and was about to start drawing when he saw the figure in the yellow dress following closely behind him, watching him intently as he put pen to paper.

Zheng Que frowned slightly. With the female ghost staring at him, how could he draw the runes on the gavel?
But he quickly realized what was happening.

The "ghost painting" the other party drew this time was trash; he had nothing to worry about!
Therefore, Zheng Li immediately began to paint.

The "ghost" he painted this time is twice the size of the previous "ghost," and it also has four legs and eight arms, with a heavy long knife in the palm of each arm.

After finishing all the details, Zheng Que immediately said, "I'm done."

Without hesitation, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress took Zheng Que's painting and pasted it onto her own drawing paper.

Just like the previous times, the two "painting ghosts" immediately started a big battle.

As expected, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress, whose long-tailed circle was too small, had too few limbs, weak weapons, and was too small in size. It was killed on the spot by Zheng Que's "painting ghost" in one fell swoop.

The entire gathering was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even the stream flowing around the bamboo grove seemed hesitant to flow. Having lost four rounds in a row, all inexplicably, the woman in the ivory-yellow dress was furious!
If she had won one or two rounds, she might have already kept her promise and let the other party go. But now... she lost all four rounds and didn't win a single one!
Moreover, they were all crushing defeats!
She really wanted to kill the human cultivator in front of her right now!
No!

We have to win at least once!
Win once and then slaughter the opponent!

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Zheng Que calmly speak: "Your Excellency, it's best of nine, do I need to win one more game?"

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress immediately replied, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"What we were just talking about was best of nine games. Your memory is good."

"Now we can begin the fifth game!"

"This time, I'll show you my true power!"

then……

Zheng Que won the fifth game.

Zheng Que won the sixth game.

In the seventh game, Zheng Que won...

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, the figure in the yellow dress lost more than a dozen rounds. Moreover, because she lost so many rounds, her mentality was severely affected, and she drew worse and worse, making it easier for Zheng Que to win.

After losing another round, the figure in the ivory-colored dress tore the drawing paper in front of her into dust, casually tossed it aside, and coldly asked, "What's your name?"

Zheng Que replied expressionlessly, "Zheng Que."

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress nodded and immediately said, "I keep my word, you may leave!"

Seeing that the female ghost was finally willing to let him leave, Zheng Que was overjoyed and immediately replied, "Thank you, sir!"

Then, he tentatively asked, "What about my soul-summoning banner...?"

Without hesitation, the figure in the ivory-yellow dress took out a horizontal scroll and threw it directly to Zheng Que.

Zheng Que took the scroll, opened it, and glanced at it. He saw that the landscape in the painting was shrouded in a downpour. Only in the courtyard of a temple on the right were four horse-drawn carriages loaded with taxes parked, and familiar black banners were stuck on the ground.

He immediately reached into the painting, took out the soul-summoning banner, and put it into his storage bag. As for the horizontal scroll, he simply held it in his hand.

Then he added, "I have a companion..."

He now possesses the portraits of Qingli, Kulan, and Shuyunying, but Niannu is still possessing Linghu Yuniang's body...

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress suddenly became very easy to talk to. Upon hearing this, she immediately took out a portrait and tossed it to Zheng Que.

The figure in this portrait is none other than Linghu Yuniang, except that there is a purplish bruise on her neck, which is a symptom of being possessed by Niannu.

Seeing this, Zheng Que asked again, "May I ask, Your Excellency, how can we leave this gathering?"

The figure in the ivory-yellow dress pointed to the gate surrounded by bamboo fences under the plaque and said calmly, "You can leave once you go through that gate."

Zheng Que immediately bowed and said, "Thank you!"

As he spoke, he immediately turned around and strode toward the gate beneath the plaque.

stomping on...

Soon, Zheng Que arrived at the gate under the plaque, and without the slightest hesitation, lifted his left foot and stepped out.

At that very moment, a furious shout came from behind from behind: "You actually stepped out the door with your left foot first!"

"What I hate most in my life is people who leave the house with their left foot!"

"Suffer death!!!"

"You damned human!!"

(End of this chapter)