Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 309 Coming to be a dowry maid? (Third update!)

With that in mind, Mu Xiangu wasted no time and immediately took the storage bag that had been unsealed and left the gathering.

Outside the gathering place, thousands of lush bamboos grow into towering trees, blocking out the sun and creating a shady, cool atmosphere year-round.

Mu Xiangu identified the direction and then fled towards the city.

Yaotai Mountain is covered with lush vegetation, its branches and leaves intertwined, filtering the sunlight layer by layer, leaving only shadows on the ground. The sound of flowing water can be heard from behind the dense forest, accompanied by the rustling of insects, as if something is hidden everywhere.

The howls of ghosts rose and fell from near and far, mixed with the cries of unknown wild birds, echoing frequently through the valley.

Every now and then, a large cloud of colorful mist drifts through the forest, emitting a sweet and pungent smell.

Mu Xiangu focused on her journey and paid no attention to these things.

At noon, she suddenly stopped on a small hillside, flicked her sleeves, and stood still, looking at the mountain path not far away.

The mountain path was still empty, but the sounds of gongs and drums could already be heard.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

The resounding gongs and drums, carrying a strong sense of joy, arrived first.

Mu Xiangu's heart skipped a beat; she was very familiar with that voice!

This is the ghost bride's party!

Before he could even deliver the storage bag to Zheng Que, he encountered the ghost bride.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiangu sneered and rushed forward without the slightest hesitation.

Whoosh!
The figure in the ivory-yellow dress transformed into a streak of light in an instant, covering a great distance and rushing to the front of a ghost wedding procession that was in progress.

The procession looked quite extravagant, with all sorts of servants and servants carrying lanterns, fans, baskets, loads, trays, and crates, along with numerous musicians, escorting a magnificent red sedan chair forward. It was adorned with red and green decorations, a riot of flowers, just like a grand wedding of a wealthy family, with a magnificent spectacle.

Mu Xiangu's gaze swept across the scene and immediately locked onto the red sedan chair. The five fingers hidden in the sleeve instantly transformed into a ferocious ghost claw, which, along with the momentum of her charge, grabbed down towards the red sedan chair!
However, just as she was about to tear the red sedan chair in front of her to pieces, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

Before Mu Xiangu could react, she found herself strangely in a lavishly furnished flower hall. Hanging at the head of the hall was a painting of ladies playing with a cat, both painted with lacquer and gold. The ladies and the cat were lifelike, but one had a resentful expression and the other a fierce aura, making it no ordinary painting.

Looking down, she saw a scarlet brocade carpet with a lotus scroll pattern, and beside her was a round table made of rosewood inlaid with mica and marble. She sat on a black lacquered round stool with a dragon playing with a pearl pattern on a mother-of-pearl inlaid enamel surface. Opposite her sat another figure, wearing a phoenix coronet and a wedding robe, with a dignified demeanor. The bright red veil with mandarin ducks playing in the water looked very familiar.

This is... a ghost bride!

and many more!

How come the Ghost Bride's cultivation level is already at the [Iron Tree Prison] stage?!
Mu Xiangu's expression froze instantly. Before she could think any further, the ghost bride's slightly amused voice rang out: "[Painted Skin], you've suddenly come to see me. Have you come up with a plan to be my dowry maid?"

The ghost bride is in a very good mood now, unlike yesterday. Yesterday, she needed this "painted skin" to prolong Zheng Que's life, so she naturally couldn't really harm him.

More importantly, she hadn't broken through the [Iron Tree Prison] yesterday, so if the other party really wanted to escape, she couldn't stop them.

But now, the human cultivator is fine, and she has broken through the Iron Tree Prison. This Painted Skin female ghost is practically offering herself up!
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiangu finally came to her senses, hurriedly withdrew her ghostly claws, and transformed her hands back into slender jade hands. She sat very calmly on the stool, showing no intention of continuing to attack.

Miscalculation!
This ghost bride's cultivation level has actually broken through to the [Iron Tree Prison]!
This definitely wasn't achieved through the other person's own arduous training!

The other party must have also received a reward from that great being in the underworld!

Yes!

Zheng Que was a pawn of that great man in the underworld. Yesterday, she and the ghost bride saved Zheng Que together. She certainly deserved credit, and thus the great man in the underworld boosted her cultivation. But the ghost bride also deserved credit and would surely receive a reward from that great man in the underworld as well.

Damn it! Her contribution was clearly no less than that of the ghost bride!

This ghost bride must have flattered, fawned over, and groveled before that great man in the underworld... even stealing credit for herself! And he must have said a lot of bad things about her!

Thinking of this, Mu Xiangu's originally very good mood suddenly turned very bad.

In a flash, she finally came up with a way to escape. She immediately took out the beeswax-yellow storage bag and said in an icy voice, "This immortal is on a mission and must hand this over to Zheng Que."

"You'd better be smart and release this immortal right now!"

"Otherwise, if the mission is delayed, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

The ghost bride had originally planned to force herself on her, but upon hearing that the "Painted Skin" female ghost was on a mission, she immediately calmed down and asked, "A mission from the underworld?"

Mu Xiangu replied without any hesitation, "Yes."

Zheng Que is a pawn of that great being in the underworld, so Zheng Que's mission can also be considered half of the underworld's mission...

Upon hearing this, the ghost bride frowned slightly under her veil, immediately abandoning her plan to forcibly take the "Painted Skin" female ghost as her dowry maid. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly snatched the storage bag away and said in a calm tone, "I also need to go find Zheng Que now."

"This task can be left to me."

"You, who are to be part of the dowry, can leave now."

The more tasks the underworld completes, the more merit it will bring.

Therefore, it's acceptable to let the "Painted Skin" female ghost go, but the mission must remain.

Once my cultivation level increases, I can have any kind of dowry maid I want.
At this moment, Mu Xiangu's eyes widened in anger. Just as she was about to argue with the ghost bride, she saw the other party wave her wide sleeves. The next moment, a strong gust of cold wind swept over her, instantly sweeping Mu Xiangu out of the red sedan chair.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

The sounds of gongs and drums echoed through the forest, gradually fading away until they disappeared completely.

At this moment, Mu Xiangu, who had been standing frozen by the roadside, finally broke free from the shackles of the yin wind. Looking at the ghost wedding procession that had disappeared without a trace, she was so angry that she trembled.

The mission was stolen!
This ghost bride is simply outrageous!
Just then, a strangely shaped ghostly creature drifted by from not far away.

Without saying a word, Mu Xiangu rushed forward and tore the ghost into pieces in a few swift strokes.

She was still not satisfied. She thought that her bad luck today must be because the ghosts in the neighborhood were blind!
So, Mu Xiangu angrily drifted towards the territory of a [Scissors Prison] ghost...

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Yaotai Mountain.

On the mountain road, the "甲"-shaped cart moved along with its wheels.

The group of cultivators moved forward quickly. Lu Maohong led Zheng Que, who walked in front of the vehicles to clear the way. Zheng Que carried the soul-summoning banner. Everyone was quiet and moved forward in silence.

Time passed quickly, and dusk soon arrived. The setting sun cast its slanting rays in the distance, briefly illuminating the gloom beneath the trees.

The journey today went very smoothly; not a single ghost that attacked the convoy appeared all day.

Zheng Que initially found it a bit strange, but after thinking about it carefully, he quickly came up with a reason.

Most likely, the ghost bride was already following behind and secretly protecting him; all the wandering ghosts were frightened away by the aura of the [Iron Tree Prison] beforehand...

(End of this chapter)