Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 308 Reclaiming Everything Lost! (Second Update!)
Seeing this, Zheng Que was stunned. He had just used Soul-Eating Wind, but he didn't expect it to break Lu Maohong's formation directly!

The power of this soul wind seems to be much, much stronger than it was back in Shujiabao.

Moreover, the more wandering souls a soul-summoning banner contains, the stronger its power becomes; currently, there are only his two ghost servants inside the banner…

Upon realizing this, Zheng Que immediately understood that the soul wind he had witnessed in Shujiabao was not the true power of the Soul-Summoning Banner.

At that time, the main soul of the summoning banner was extracted. Without the main soul to guard it, the soul wind emitted by the summoning banner could not exert its full power.

Although Qingli later became the main soul of the Soul-Summoning Banner, at that time, Qingli's cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the [Tongue-Pulling Prison]...

Now, Qing Li's main soul has reached the [Scissors Prison] level, which is the same level as the Soul Summoning Banner.

The soul wind he just unleashed is the true power of this magical artifact!

Just as he was pondering, a familiar figure suddenly appeared beside Zheng Que. The newcomer was dressed in a flowing blue robe and had a slender appearance; it was none other than Lu Maohong.

At this moment, Lu Maohong looked solemn and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

Zheng Que immediately came to his senses. The formation had been broken, and Lu Maohong, who had set it up, was alerted immediately.

“Senior Lu, this…” Zheng Que hurriedly tried to explain, but couldn’t find a suitable excuse for the time being.

At this moment, Lu Maohong glanced at the broken formation, then at Zheng Que, whose expression seemed off, and quickly asked, "It wasn't a ghost that broke the formation? Did you do it?"

Zheng Que nodded awkwardly and immediately replied, "This junior was just testing the soul-summoning banner, and accidentally..."

Lu Maohong visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly said, "I will repair the formation first. You keep an eye on the surroundings and make sure no ghosts enter the formation."

As he spoke, he immediately went over, took out various materials from his storage bag, and began to repair and mend the formation.

Zheng Que, holding a soul-summoning banner, stood beside him as a protector.

At this moment, the other cultivators also came to their senses and left the campfire to walk towards them. They were casually brushed off by Lu Maohong for a few moments before returning to their original places after some probing and peeking, waiting for the formation to be restored.

A moment later, Lu Maohong skillfully repaired the formation, reactivated it, and isolated the camp from the outside world.

After doing all this, he looked up at the sky and then said to Zheng Que, "Zheng Que, if you want to test the power of magic or magical artifacts, do it when you encounter ghosts during the day."

"Although we have passed those three 'strange' places, this is Yaotai Mountain, and it is still very dangerous at night."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Zheng Que immediately replied respectfully, "Senior Lu, this junior understands."

Lu Maohong nodded, said nothing more, and turned back to the "A" car.

Seeing this, Zheng Que dared not continue testing the other soul winds of the Soul Summoning Banner, and immediately stuck the Soul Summoning Banner in the ground to continue his cultivation.

Time passed slowly, and the night quickly came to an end.

The next morning, Zheng Que finished his cultivation, got up, picked up the soul-summoning banner, and walked towards the "A" shaped vehicle.

Just as he reached the carriage shaft, Lu Maohong emerged from the carriage. He glanced around the camp, briefly inquired with the night watchmen, and, confirming that nothing unexpected had happened, ordered the journey to begin.

With the sound of the well pulley, the corpse puppets pulled the "A" shaped cart and set off. The troop, now much smaller, entered the mountain path and continued their journey towards the prefectural city.

The trees overhead were lush with foliage, and even in broad daylight, the light beneath the trees remained dim. As the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere, a procession of carriages and horses gradually disappeared into the distance.

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The main gate of Wanshan Temple.

Eight ghostly sedan bearers, carrying loads on their shoulders and in their hands, escorted a large amount of supplies back to the procession. Soon, the ghostly wedding procession was filled with many more baskets, lacquer trays, chests, and even a number of lattice doors. Looking at the Wanshan Temple next door, it was noticeably emptier. Almost everything that could be carried away had been looted. The entire temple now seemed much more spacious and visibly desolate.

At that moment, a figure dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe appeared instantly on the palanquin in the caravan.

Her magnificent wedding dress, adorned with gold threads, reflected a chilling glint as she moved—she was none other than the Ghost Bride!
At this moment, the ghost bride was surrounded by a thick layer of yin energy, as if she were wrapped in layers of black gauze. She sat upright in the palanquin, as if she were inside a heavy gauze curtain, exuding an aura of majesty.

The moment her figure appeared, the entire group was transformed. The ghosts, who were originally dressed in tattered and worn clothes, were instantly dressed in uniform servants, musicians, and household servants. Each ghost had a cheerful silk flower pinned to its lapel.

All the lacquer trays, chests, baskets... were adorned with large red silk flowers, making the procession even longer than before. In addition to carrying lanterns, the head servant was accompanied by several pairs of attendants holding fans and carrying baskets. The entire procession was more elaborate and magnificent, winding its way through the depths of the forest in a colorful array of red and green.

The palanquin carrying the ghost bride transformed in the blink of an eye into a magnificent red sedan chair, intricately carved and exquisitely crafted, with lanterns hanging from the four corners and inch-long tassels swaying gently in the mountain breeze, spreading out like golden ripples.

Satisfied with the current state of the group, the Ghost Bride turned to Wanshan Temple, unleashed her divine sense, and in an instant, everything in the temple was enveloped by her divine sense, with nowhere to hide.

Realizing that Zheng Que was no longer at Wanshan Temple, the Ghost Bride immediately set off towards the prefectural city as instructed by the lord from the underworld the previous night.

But soon, she thought of something, and immediately waved her hand, throwing out all the ghosts below the ninth level of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] in the wedding procession, and then slapped them to death!

She's already at the Iron Tree Prison level, so how could she possibly have a bunch of trash under her command who hasn't even reached the ninth level of the Tongue-Pulling Prison?
Ok……

In fact, even the Ninefold Hell of the Tongue-Pulling Prison is no longer worthy of being her subordinate.

Let's see if we get lucky and encounter any [Scissors Prison] along the way...

Thinking of this, the ghost bride immediately suppressed her yin energy and then directed the procession to march towards the prefectural city with music and fanfare.

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Yaotai Mountain, Baozhen Valley.

Thousands of emerald bamboos converge like a sea, with the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

In the woods surrounded by winding streams, behind the gate built of bamboo fences, the elegant gathering that was once filled with paintings is now reduced to just one painting, hanging alone on a branch, swaying in the wind.

This painting mainly depicts a mountain scene, with a waterfall and a clear pool like a mirror. Next to it is a grove of blooming apricot trees, with flowers as numerous as brocade. Amidst the rising clouds and mist, a corner of the eaves is hidden. Upon closer inspection, one can see that it is a small red brick building standing alone in the forest.

Most of the doors and windows of the small building were tightly closed, with only one window half-open on the second floor. The curtains in the window frame were half-rolled up, vaguely revealing a skeletal hand.

The reason she wasn't taken away by the ghost bride was because Mu Xian Gu was carrying her with him.

At this moment, Mu Xiangu stood in front of the painting, holding a brush in her right hand and reaching into the painting with her left hand to take out a sachet-shaped storage bag.

This storage bag is made of beeswax-yellow brocade, embroidered with cloud and water patterns, and the orange-red ribbon is completely loose, as if with just a little force, everything inside could be poured out.

It was Chen Zhentao's [Three Talents Storage Bag], but now all the restrictions on it had been lifted.

Mu Xiangu held the storage bag, a smile appearing on her delicate face.

This time, she not only successfully gained the trust of that great being in the underworld, but that great being also greatly enhanced her strength!
Although I haven't reached the [Iron Tree Prison] level yet, it's definitely enough to deal with that ghost bride!

hum!

First, she will hand this storage bag over to Zheng Que. Then, she will go find the ghost bride and personally reclaim everything she has lost!
Of course, the ghost bride is also a ghost messenger, so killing her is not an option, but giving her a good beating is definitely acceptable.

Furthermore, according to that person, it seems that the amount of cultivation she receives is calculated based on her merits.
Besides protecting Zheng Que, slaying sinful ghosts of the same realm can also increase one's merit...

(End of this chapter)