Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 227 It would be impolite to refuse. (Second update!)

Upon hearing this, Linghu Yuniang nodded rather slowly, her gaze gradually shifting to Zheng Que's face. Then, she asked in a puzzled tone, "The gathering? We just...entered the gathering?"

Zheng Que was slightly taken aback. What was going on with the other party?
At this moment, Niannu, who was standing nearby, immediately said, "My lord, this human has been possessed by me for too long, and his soul is damaged. He doesn't remember what just happened."

Possessed for too long...

Zheng Que couldn't help but feel a little surprised. When he used the [Spirit Descent Technique] on the ghost servant before, the principle was also to let the ghost servant possess his body.

However, after the [Spirit Descent Technique] ends, his condition will not be affected, but the ghost servant will fall into a period of weakness.

Now, Niannu's possession technique has been reversed.

During the possession, Niannu takes the lead, and after the possession ends, Niannu remains unaffected.

However, the possessed target seems to be in a very bad situation...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que did not hesitate and immediately said loudly, "That's right, we have just entered the gathering."

“From the ‘D’ car to our ‘G’ car, a total of four cars and eighteen people were drawn into the picturesque world of the gathering.”

"And Fellow Daoist Linghu, you just encountered a ghost attack in the world of the painting."

"Fortunately, my ghost servant was nearby at the time and saved your life at the last minute!"

"However, my ghost servant was also seriously injured as a result, and almost had his soul scattered..."

Upon hearing this, Niannu quickly explained, "My lord, I am not injured. Please do not worry about me."

Zheng Que remained expressionless. Since Linghu Yuniang couldn't understand what Niannu was saying anyway, he continued to make up a story for Linghu Yuniang: "The reason why Fellow Daoist Linghu can't remember the gathering now is because of the ghost attack, which severely damaged her soul."

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to worry too much. I have just given you an ancestral pill to nourish your soul, which has saved you."

"Although your soul has not fully recovered yet, your life is no longer in danger."

"At most, there might be some missing memories..."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Yuniang nodded. She glanced at the front and back of the carriage and saw that only the "Geng" carriage was traveling alone on the mountain path. Yuan Zhi and the others were nowhere to be seen. She had already believed most of what Zheng Que had said.

This mission to escort taxes was led by Senior Lu Maohong.

If it weren't for the "strangeness" of the "Scissors Prison," it would have been impossible for any carriage to fall behind!
In addition, after leaving the Forget-Worry Inn, there were three other people in the "Geng" car: Yuan Zhi, Zheng Que, and herself... But now, Yuan Zhi, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, was nowhere to be found, presumably having perished.

Her cultivation level was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. If someone hadn't come to her rescue, she didn't think she could be stronger than Yuan Zhi...

Thinking of this, Linghu Yuniang immediately bowed respectfully to Zheng Que on the roof of the carriage and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, fellow Daoist!"

"To my shame, I used up many of my trump cards in order to escape, and now I have nothing left. This thousand spirit stones is just a small token of my gratitude. I hope you won't find it offensive!"

As she spoke, she took a storage bag from her waist and handed it to Zheng Que, saying, "I will remember your life-saving grace, and I will repay you handsomely if I gain anything in the future!"

Looking at the storage bag containing spirit stones in front of him, Zheng Que did not hesitate at all. He immediately took it and hung it on his waist, saying very decisively, "Since it is Fellow Daoist Linghu's kindness, I will accept it without hesitation."

"By the way, although we have left the gathering, I don't know the direction of the city. Does Fellow Daoist Linghu have any clues?"

Linghu Yuniang nodded slightly and said, "I do know the route to the prefectural city."

"But now there are only two of us, and there are many ghosts along the way, so it is very dangerous."

“If we continue on this journey, we’re afraid we’ll encounter many dangers along the way!” Zheng Que immediately said, “There’s no need to worry about the ghosts along the way. As long as we don’t run into Wanshan Temple on Danqiu Peak, my ghost servants should be able to handle it.”

Upon hearing this, Linghu Yuniang glanced at the two ghost servants behind Zheng Que, one at the seventh level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] and the other at the eighth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell], and quickly agreed, saying, "Good!"

He then pointed in a direction and said, "Let's go that way first."

"Our route is to enter Yaotai Mountain from Zhuixing Bay, then pass through Baozhen Valley and enter Danqiu Peak."

"The direction we're heading now is already on the outskirts of Baozhen Valley."

"But the direction was not Danqiu Peak, but deep into Yaotai Mountain."

"Now, let's walk around the outer perimeter of Baozhen Valley. Once we reach the valley entrance in the northeast direction, we can exit the valley and enter Danqiu Peak..."

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Beside the ancient road, a tall maple tree stands gracefully, covering an area of ​​several acres. Its branches are deep black, appearing solid and glossy, like metal, while its crown is magnificent and blood-red.

Emerging from the varying shades of green, the sight of this maple tree is truly eye-catching.

Beneath the maple tree stands a weathered stone tablet inscribed with the three large characters "Danqiu Peak".

At this moment, a convoy is nestled within a hidden formation on the flat ground beside the stone tablet.

"甲" (Jia) vehicle.

The interior space was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. Unlike other vehicles that transported taxes and whose doors revealed various taxes, this lead vehicle seemed to be nothing more than a luxuriously furnished suite.

Right now, a gaunt-looking old man at the ninth level of Qi Refining sat at the head of the table; it was none other than Lu Maohong!
Below him sat three cultivators. The one on the left wore a dark red robe with a lotus pattern and had a short beard. He was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. To his right sat two cultivators, both at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Opposite the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator was a middle-aged cultivator in a brocade robe and jade crown with an impressive appearance. The other cultivator wore a dark green robe with a floral pattern and a soft turban. He was obese and looked like a steamed bun.

At this moment, the Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator in brocade robes and jade crown looked at Lu Maohong and said in a deep voice, "Senior Lu, we have been waiting here for three whole days!"

"Those four missing cars must have been caught up in the elegant gathering at Baozhen Valley."

"Without a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining to guard them, they would have no chance of survival and would probably have been wiped out long ago."

"The best course of action now is not to delay, but to quickly send the remaining taxes to the prefectural city!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Maohong remained calm, only glancing casually at the short-bearded cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining on his left.

The short-bearded monk was holding a teacup, slowly stirring the tea foam inside. His movements were graceful and elegant, and with a slight flick of his sleeve, the token of the City Lord's Mansion was revealed at his waist. He was none other than the chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion.

Lu Maohong spoke calmly: "Manager Shentu, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Steward Shentu immediately put down his teacup and smiled, saying, "I have experienced the elegant gatherings at Baozhen Valley before."

"The survival of this 'strange' individual depends primarily on cultivation level, but also on luck. There have always been examples of cultivators with low strength who have escaped by relying on luck."

"Therefore, I think it would be best to wait a few more days."

"If the monks responsible for escorting those four carts of taxes are all dead, then our current wait will have been a waste of several days."

"But if someone does actually emerge alive from the gathering, then once they reach the prefectural city, the lost taxes can be accounted for in a respectable way..."

(End of this chapter)