Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 296 No Female Ghost? (Second Update!)

Wanshan Temple, Crane Rest Hall.

Room.

The ghost bride leaned slightly forward, the golden tassels on her bright red embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water swaying gently with her movements, reflecting a shimmering luster in the dim light. Her fingertips touched Zheng Que's brow, her whole body motionless, as if she were doing something with complete concentration.

Mu Xiangu reluctantly climbed back onto the bed and sat down next to Zheng Que.

At that moment, the ghost bride suddenly spoke in a serious tone: "Found her!"

As she spoke, her aura suddenly erupted, and her bright red wedding dress seemed to blur slightly for a moment before quickly spreading out a thick blood mist.

These blood mists, almost tangible, flowed incessantly from his pale, cold fingertips into Zheng Que's brow.

Soon, Zheng Que's entire body was enveloped in layers of blood mist, as if covered by a blood-red cocoon.

Watching this scene, Mu Xiangu made no move. She could tell that the ghost bride was using mental techniques, and she must not disturb her now.

After a short while, the blood mist on Zheng Que's body began to dissipate and fade.

The ghost bride's aura gradually subsided.

A moment later, the ghost bride withdrew her finger from Zheng Que's brow and said to Mu Xiangu, "I have already instructed Zheng Que on the taboos in the illusion."

"He should be able to hold on for a little longer now."

"I'll leave this place to you from now on. I need to find a magical artifact so that Zheng Que can refine that 'Law Ghost'."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiangu frowned slightly, about to say something, when Zheng Que beside her suddenly changed his aura and made a strange hand gesture.

Mu Xiangu's expression changed. Before she could speak, she quickly grabbed Zheng Que's wrist, which was forming a magic seal.

At the same moment, the ghost bride, who was just about to leave, quickly reached out her finger and touched Zheng Que's forehead again.

Two female ghosts at the peak of the [Scissors Prison] level attacked simultaneously, instantly interrupting Zheng Que's spell in the illusion!
At this moment, Zheng Que's empty and unfocused eyes suddenly regained their luster, as if he had finally broken free from the illusion.

But he only managed to break free for a moment. After his gaze became slightly unfocused, he lost his focus again and clearly fell into the illusion once more.

Seeing that Zheng Que almost died right after she finished giving him instructions, the ghost bride was extremely puzzled.

Is this human cultivator stupid?

They both told the other party not to accept that "dead" fortune slip...

Just as he was thinking this, Zheng Que, who was lost in the illusion, suddenly pulled Mu Xiangu next to him into his arms.

Mu Xiangu had a cold face, secretly wishing Zheng Que would die immediately, but because the ghost bride sent by the lord of the underworld was watching from the side, she dared not resist at all and let Zheng Que do as he pleased.

Thus, even though Zheng Que was clearly trapped in an illusion, his body synchronized with his consciousness within the illusion and began to operate the [Yin Yang Harmony Secret Record].

As the technique was activated, Zheng Que's body rapidly accumulated Yin energy, and the previously disordered aura gradually calmed down.

Seeing this, the ghost bride secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Que is currently in the illusion, so it's best for him to do nothing but cultivate with the woman!
As long as the other party continues to use this "painted skin" technique, nothing bad will happen for the time being!
Thinking of this, the ghost bride immediately said, "You cooperate with him in his cultivation, I'll go find a magical artifact!" Before she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeve and left.

"Um...ah..."

Mu Xiangu was about to reply to the ghost bride's words, but when she opened her mouth, she almost cried out and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

In the old guest room, a rhythmic swaying sound kept echoing, mixed with the creaking of furniture that seemed to be wearing out.

Mu Xiangu strained to raise her neck, her pale, slender neck resembling a flawless piece of jade in the darkness. Her gaze passed over Zheng Que's shoulder and fell upon the door of the guest room. The two exquisitely crafted lattice doors had long since been dismantled and moved away by the sedan chair ghosts, leaving the wide-open door completely unobstructed, with both the inside and outside clearly visible.

In the empty courtyard, the ginkgo tree stood quietly, with golden ginkgo leaves gradually falling.

A sudden gust of wind seemed to have picked up, and the falling leaves grew faster and more numerous, pounding against the branches and the ground like a sudden downpour.

Beyond the courtyard wall, the outline of pavilions and towers is surrounded by lush vegetation, and further away, the distinctive yellow and red foliage of Danqiu Peak is visible.

The wind gradually subsided, carrying a sense of contentment, casually rustling the branches of the flowers and trees, lazily drifting into the house, carrying the unique freshness of the mountains and fields, and dispelling the stagnation in the room.

After a period of time, Zheng Que suddenly stopped cultivating, and the aura that was rising on his body suddenly subsided.

Mu Xiangu was panting heavily when she realized something was wrong. She immediately pushed Zheng Que aside, then sat up and stared intently at the human cultivator in front of her.

Zheng Que lay motionless on the bed, as if he had lost all consciousness.

But in an instant, his unfocused, empty eyes suddenly became focused, as if he had finally come to his senses.

Upon seeing this, Mu Xiangu was immediately puzzled. Had Zheng truly broken free from the illusion on his own?
At this moment, Zheng Que turned to look at Mu Xiangu, whose clothes were disheveled. A slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing a malicious grin. He arrogantly ordered, "I don't want female ghosts."

"Right now, bring me a few male ghosts!"

Ok?
A male ghost?

Mu Xiangu was slightly taken aback, and instantly realized that something was wrong.

This is not true!
However, in that instant when she was distracted, Zheng Que suddenly struck out with his palm.

This palm strike was extremely cunning, enveloped in a heavy aura of yin energy.

Zheng Que's cultivation level was clearly only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, yet the intensity of the Yin energy contained in this palm strike was approaching the peak of the [Scissors Prison]!
While Mu Xiangu was surprised, she hurriedly struck out with her own palm, but this time she was caught off guard and, out of concern for Zheng Que's physical safety, she couldn't use her full strength at all...

boom! !

The two palms collided, instantly unleashing a powerful shockwave of yin energy that rippled outwards in all directions.

Mu Xiangu was immediately sent flying backward by the shock, crashing into the corner of the guest room wall.

She snorted coldly, waved her arm, and in the blink of an eye, she was dressed in her full attire. The palace sash with the token hanging down her skirt, and as she gathered her sleeves, her expression was indifferent and arrogant.

She is at the peak of the [Scissors Prison] realm and has just received an imperial decree from the underworld. Even if she is ambushed, among ghosts of the same realm, only that ghost bride can contend with her!
Thinking of this, Mu Xiangu was about to make another move, but at that moment, the yin energy on Zheng Que's body suddenly vanished completely, and he collapsed weakly onto the bed as if he had lost his soul...

(End of this chapter)