Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 313 Arrival in the Prefectural City? (Third Update!)

wilderness.

The tall grass was sparse and overgrown, and the setting sun shone brightly on the world, making everything appear exceptionally luminous.

The surrounding area is lush with aquatic plants, their leaves a lovely, vibrant green, almost dripping with life.

Lu Maohong led the way at the front of the group, while behind him, the corpse puppet tirelessly pulled the "A" shaped vehicle.

Linghu Yuniang and the others circled the vehicle without saying a word, keeping up with the pace of the group and hurrying on their way.

At this moment, the setting sun cast long shadows on the official road. Within the shadows of the corpse puppets, countless human faces writhe, like bubbles rising from a swamp—grotesque, terrifying, and filled with resentment.

However, neither Lu Maohong nor the other cultivators in the group noticed anything.

Another pale face rose from the shadows. Just then, a group of ghosts suddenly appeared in front of them. Sensing the presence of living people, they roared and charged forward.

Zheng Que was resting in the carriage at that moment, and Lu Maohong did not hesitate and immediately took action.

Ping Pong Pong...

Soon, all these ghosts, who were nothing more than the "Tongue-Pulling Hell," were dealt with by Lu Maohong.

Lu Maohong, however, showed no sign of relief. He frowned, glanced up at the setting sun, and subconsciously sped up again.

Time passed unnoticed, and the intense sunset began to slowly recede, transforming from an intense, dazzling gold to a more subdued pale gold.

The sky darkened noticeably, the sun lost its brilliance, and returned to a crimson glow over the western mountains, adorning the mountain peaks as it sank inch by inch.

The convoy was still moving quickly.

Zheng Que's rest period this time was a bit long, but Lu Maohong didn't mind.

On the one hand, Zheng Que was a disciple of his friend Xu Baiyan, and as a descendant of an old friend, there was still some affection between them; on the other hand, there was Zheng Que's own strength.

His ability to survive the "strange" gathering at Baozhen Valley and his recent survival at Wanshan Temple, while having an element of luck, is by no means comparable to that of ordinary rogue cultivators.

Once we enter the prefectural city, we must introduce him to the magistrate as soon as possible.

The prefectural magistrate was highly skilled and arrogant, but he was also known for his love of talent. He was indifferent to ordinary rogue cultivators, but he always favored and cherished true geniuses.

At that time, if Zheng Que can be valued by that prefect, he will also receive a large reward, and perhaps even get a position in the prefectural city...

Just then, Lu Maohong suddenly raised his head and looked ahead.

Quite abruptly, a large lake shaped like a teardrop appeared in front of the convoy.

The lake is very large, but its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a large city on the opposite shore.

The city was majestic and imposing, filled with an atmosphere of vicissitudes.

Flags fluttered atop the city walls, and soldiers wielded gleaming weapons, creating an orderly and disciplined scene.

Above the main gate are the three large characters "Qingrao Prefecture".

The plaque seems to have weathered many storms, with several cracks along its edges, but the characters, after being redrawn, are still vivid, looking like new buds on an old tree, exuding vitality amidst its antiquity.

Although the sun was setting, the city gates remained wide open, and mortals, cultivators, and livestock were coming and going, creating a lively scene. We've arrived at the prefectural city!

Seeing this, Lu Maohong felt reassured and immediately said to those behind him, "We've arrived at the prefectural city. Prepare to enter!"

As he spoke, he immediately increased his speed and used the array plate to control the corpse puppet to start running.

brush brush...

The other cultivators in the group were also invigorated. Ignoring their fatigue from days of travel, they sprinted after the "A" chariot, kicking up clouds of dust.

Soon, after a rapid journey, the group followed the edge of the lake and arrived not far from the city gate.

At this moment, all the cultivators, mortals, and livestock coming and going at the city gate suddenly gathered around.

Lu Maohong was feeling a bit strange when he suddenly realized that he seemed to be holding something in his hand...

He looked down and saw a very familiar old bamboo stick, which he was holding tightly in his palm.

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In the dilapidated palace, as Zheng Que's thunderous shout fell, the mist below parted abruptly, revealing a woman in a yellow dress, resembling a painted skin.

Mu Xiangu was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that she had suddenly appeared in the underworld.

She reacted extremely quickly, immediately kneeling down and kowtowing as she respectfully said, "This humble woman greets Your Excellency!"

Before Zheng Que could speak, Mu Xiangu continued, “My lord, you are wise. That ghost bride is vicious and hypocritical. She is not sincerely working for you. Not only did she not help when saving that human cultivator, but she also stole his storage bag!”

"Such a disloyal and unjust person is completely unworthy of your kindness and is no longer fit to share your burdens. He deserves to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell to suffer all kinds of punishments and never be reincarnated..."

Mu Xiangu got more and more excited as she spoke, and she had learned this talk about being sent to the eighteenth level of hell from Zheng Que's two ghost servants.

When those two ghost servants complained about her, she was so frightened that she lost her composure and panicked.

But the way the ghost is used to say goodbye now, I have to say, this explanation is really too satisfying!
Especially now that the ghost bride is not around, it is the perfect time to file a complaint against the other party!
Zheng Que, seated at the head of the table, glanced at Mu Xiangu's somewhat disheveled appearance and knew that it was mostly due to a fight with a ghost from the same [Scissors Prison]. He didn't take it seriously and was about to help Mu Xiangu improve his cultivation when he heard these words and was immediately taken aback.

The ghost bride stole his storage bag?
How come he doesn't know it himself?
and many more!

Is it Chen Zhentao's "Three Talents Storage Bag"?
He instructed Mu Xiangu to retrieve the elegant gathering in Zhen Valley, using its "strange" properties to remove the restriction on the [Three Talents Storage Bag] and then return it to him. However, Mu Xiangu has yet to deliver it... Was the [Three Talents Storage Bag] stolen by the Ghost Bride?

Why would a ghost bride steal a storage bag for no reason?

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately shouted, "How dare you!"

"I am a judge of the law, with keen eyes and discerning judgment. How dare you, a mere brat, spout nonsense and attempt to deceive your superiors?!"

"Tell us the truth about the human storage bag at once!"

The angry shout, like a thunderbolt, struck Mu Xiangu with utter shock. She felt her body go weak and was so frightened that she dared not embellish or take anything out of context. She hurriedly kowtowed more than a dozen times before confessing honestly, "My lord, please understand! It was that ghost bride who was greedy for credit and stole my task..."

She quickly recounted in detail how the ghost bride had snatched the Three Talents Storage Bag.

As he listened, Zheng Que frowned and broke out in a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)