Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 32: A Misfortune. (First update!)

After Qingli's cultivation level was raised to the fifth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison], the growth rate of Yin Qi obviously slowed down, and the howling Yin wind in the hall slowly subsided.

Soon, the evil energy surrounding the woman slowly dissipated, the noise in the hall began to die down, the black smoke gathered, revealing her figure, and her cultivation level finally settled at the fifth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison].

Looking at this scene, Zheng Que suddenly understood that Qingli had killed seven ghosts this time, four of which were killed quickly, but three were killed very slowly, and Qingli herself was obviously injured.

Those three ghosts should all be in the fourth level of [Tongue-Pulling Hell]!
Thinking of this, he nodded slightly, and then was about to confer a title on Qingli, but after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt that it was inappropriate.

In the underworld, Yinchai is only the lowest position in the underworld and can be regarded as a low-level official.

To appoint such a low-level underworld position, the Lord of the Underworld actually needs to take action personally?
Doesn't this clearly show that his underworld is just a small workshop with nothing in it?
You can’t use this identity in the underworld to confer a title on Qingli!

Thinking of this, Zheng Que no longer hesitated. While Qingli was kowtowing to express his gratitude, he directly used the [Ghost Controlling Technique] and took Qingli into his palm.

Then, he looked at the black air gurgling between his eyebrows and waited quietly.

As the last wisp of black air was absorbed by the [Book of Life and Death], Zheng Que returned to reality amidst the turbulent scene around him.

It was dark all around and the night was thick outside the window.

Zheng Que opened his palm and released Qingli.

After realizing she had returned to reality, Qingli didn't want to waste any time and said directly, "Human boy, I have to go out for a while!"

Zheng Que immediately said, "Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Qingli looked at Zheng Que with dissatisfaction, as if she was very angry that this human child wasted her time.

Zheng Que looked at Qingli, then stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyebrows.

As the spiritual power in his body circulated, a pattern resembling a fish or an insect gradually emerged between his eyebrows, where there was nothing originally. This pattern seemed like a rune, filled with the breath of ancient vicissitudes, and conveyed a strong sense of yin and mystery.

After seeing this pattern, Qingli, who was originally very impatient, suddenly became energetic.

She could clearly sense that this ancient and complex symbol contained vast yin energy and mysteries. Her instinct told her that this symbol would be of great benefit to her!
At this time, Zheng Que said seriously, "This is an imperial decree."

"You can confer upon a ghost a title, and make it a messenger of the underworld."

Without waiting for Qingli to say anything, he continued, "I had a dream when I was unconscious just now. In the dream, a voice told me that I was destined to be a man with a mission. I need to go through many tribulations before I can achieve the right result and become an immortal."

"This decree was given to me by that voice."

Hearing this, Qingli came back to her senses. She didn't believe in that person who was destined to be a god, had a mission, or was an immortal god... at all!
After all, he is the ghost of destiny, the one who carries the ghost's life, the one who has attained the truth of ghosts...

These compliments must have been added by this shameless human kid to gild the lily!

But that imperial decree is obviously genuine!
Thinking of this, Qingli immediately said: "Then what are you waiting for, you human kid? Why don't you quickly confer the title of aunt on me?" Seeing that Qingli clearly had something to ask of him, but was still calling him a human kid, Zheng Que's face darkened, but he soon calmed down.

I'm alone now, so it's no big deal to let Qingli take advantage of me with words.

As long as Qingli works harder to kill the ghosts, everything will be fine!

So, Zheng Que stopped talking nonsense and immediately pointed his finger at his forehead. Then he circulated his spiritual energy, and a wisp of black and extremely pure Yin energy was drawn out from his forehead in an instant.

This strand of Yin energy condensed into substance, like a dormant seed, suspended between Zheng Que's fingers, squirming quickly, and immediately transformed into an ancient and vicissitudes of life symbol.

Qingli stared at the symbol closely, and an extremely strong desire emerged in her red eyes.

At this time, Zheng Que lightly tapped Qingli according to the extra information that had appeared in his mind.

The next moment, the symbol turned into a faint light and whistled into Qingli's brow.

Qingli stood motionless, her eyes dull for a moment. In the blink of an eye, a pattern resembling an insect or a bird appeared between her eyebrows. The Yin energy in her body rapidly expanded and collapsed, expanded and collapsed. After several times, it finally stabilized. The Yin energy at this moment became condensed and pure, as if some qualitative change had occurred.

The original plain, thin, and soft white dress also changed quietly: the material became thicker and stiffer, with symmetrical Baoxiang patterns appearing on the plain surface, and two-inch wide black trims appearing on the lapels and cuffs. The whole white dress seemed to have changed from a casual dress to a work uniform, and it became much more solemn.

In addition, there was a green silk ribbon around his waist, from which hung a small token. The token was pure black, emitting a cold and chilling aura, and engraved with the word "Yi" in ancient characters.

After a while, Qingli gradually regained consciousness, and the insect-like and bird-like pattern between her eyebrows gradually disappeared.

At this moment, the female ghost was no longer a translucent ghost. Even when she was close to her, she looked plump and had long black hair like a waterfall, neatly tied on top of her head with a white satin ribbon and a wooden hairpin inserted across it. She wore a white dress with a satin texture. She stood with her sleeves gathered up, looking tall and demure. The sinister and cold aura that came from being a ghost for many years had disappeared without a trace. Except for her pale skin, her eyes were still scarlet, and she was no different from a living person.

Feeling the earth-shaking change in her own strength, Qingli suddenly smiled triumphantly. She opened her arms, admiring her current attire and accessories, and said in praise: "Well done, little human."

"My aunt is very satisfied this time!"

Seeing Qingli praising the ghost servant like a master, Zheng Que smiled slightly and planned to make the ghost servant kowtow hundreds of times after entering the underworld tomorrow.

Then he asked, "What's the difference between becoming a ghost messenger and before?"

"Have you mastered any new methods now?"

Qingli was delighted. Upon hearing this, she smiled and replied without hesitation, "The Yin Messenger's position allows me to sense all other ghosts in the Tongue-Pulling Prison, no matter how they conceal their aura."

"Moreover, I can directly see the methods of these ghosts and ban one of them."

"In addition, from now on, the souls of all living beings killed by this aunt will fall directly into the earth... into another world. The same goes for the ghosts and yin energy killed by this aunt."

(End of this chapter)