Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 345 A New Imperial Edict. (Second Update!)

As soon as she finished speaking, the mist swirled, obscuring the figure in the phoenix coronet and wedding gown.

Once again, Zheng Que was left all alone in the dilapidated palace.

He turned to the first page of the Book of Life and Death, where an enormous number of new names had been added.

The rapid influx of new cases, like a waterfall, has stopped.

Zheng Que quickly scanned the newly added records. Among them, there were 10,086 people whose names corresponded to the "strange" name of the [Iron Tree Prison]. The common feature was that they were all in their prime and died from "blood refinement".

Besides the eerie name that forms the basis of the "Iron Tree Prison," the newly added records also include many other names related to causes of death.

"...Mu Shengchao. Place of origin: Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan...died due to soul extraction."

"...Zhan Hongfu. Place of origin: Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan...died from having his soul extracted."

"...Zhang Shiwei. Place of origin: Taiping County, Tuzhou, Dali Dynasty. Lifespan...died by biting his head."

"...Feng Jian..."

"...Wei Yingjuan..."

"...Linghu Yuniang..."

Among these names are cultivators and mortals; they are none other than the ordinary people and rogue cultivators in Taiping County who were affected by the destruction of the county.

There was also Zhang Shiwei and his entourage who returned to Taiping County with the convoy.

Zheng Que looked at the names calmly. In the Book of Life and Death, only the name corresponding to the "weird" Iron Tree Prison had been added.

But after he retrieved the piece of wood from the [Nine Nether Relics], all the ghosts that had been annihilated by the [Nine Nether Relics], as well as the cultivators who had just died in the ghost tide... were all recorded in the [Book of Life and Death].

Zheng Que shook his head slightly, his finger pressing on the gap in the bronze door on the first page.

A rough, uneven texture came from beneath my fingertips, and suddenly the hall was plunged into boundless darkness. Nine majestic gates, shimmering with faint light, appeared with a roar.

Zheng Que stood up, picked up the limping armchair, and strode toward the Tongue-Pulling Hell.

Arriving at the door, I pushed it open and entered; inside, the scene of the afterglow of sunset still lingered.

The sky was dazzling yet desolate, as if blood-red light shrouded this area.

In the distance stands the precipice of Shujiabao, the ground of which is barren and desolate.

At this moment, a large number of ghosts wandered around, their strange figures drifting or stomping, moving back and forth aimlessly and in a daze.

There were several figures inside, their auras vaguely familiar, seemingly Feng Jian and his group.

Zheng Que followed the scent and saw a figure that looked somewhat familiar among the strange ghosts. It was Linghu Yuniang, whose chest had been pierced with a large hole, and who was moving with the ghosts with lifeless eyes.

Zheng Que carried the limping armchair forward.

Seemingly sensing Zheng Que's presence, all these remnant souls and ghosts began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zheng Que remained calm, placed the chair on the ground, sat down with an air of authority, and then looked up at the remnant souls and ghosts.

The next moment, information about all the remnants of souls and ghosts flooded into his mind like a torrent.

Zheng Que's gaze immediately fell on Linghu Yuniang.

"Species Talent: None".

"Ghostly Skill: None"

"Yin techniques: None."

This is the remnant soul of a cultivator who has just died. It is not yet a true ghost, so it does not possess any ghost skills or Yin arts.

Considering that the other party had previously given him an invitation to the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction, Zheng Que decided that he couldn't let the other party stay in this Tongue-Pulling Hell and suffer indefinitely. He should let the other party enter the Soul-Summoning Banner to cultivate... Of course, this would have to wait until he improved the cultivation of the Ghost Bride and Mu Xian Gu.

Thinking of this, Zheng Que glanced around again, but didn't see a second beautiful... second pleasing remnant soul or ghost. He then got up, picked up the lame armchair, and walked towards Shu Family Fort.

He strode into the Shu Family Fortress and immediately relocated all of the Ghost Bride's former subordinates to the small round hall.

Zheng Que sat on the lame armchair, his piercing gaze sweeping over the nine levels of the [Tongue-Pulling Hell] ghosts before him.

Soon, information about all these ghosts appeared in his mind.

Each of the ghost bride's subordinates possesses the ghostly skill of "Stealing the Red Phoenix."

Above the heads of all the ghosts was a faint, almost imperceptible red mist.

This is the "law" of the ghost bride.

Because of this "law," all these ghosts fell into a deep sleep.

As Zheng Que looked at this "law," he had a strong intuition... The "law" of the ghost bride was extremely powerful!

At that time, the underworld would absorb the entire Shujiabao and open the Tongue-Pulling Hell. I wonder if it was because of this "law".

"This Shu Family Fort should be demolished immediately."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if the ghost bride saw it later."

"Also, this Tongue-Pulling Hell is indeed terrifying in its aura, but since there's not a single executioner inside, it's not terrifying enough..."

"There are seven months until the next calamity."

"During this time, we need to make the Tongue-Pulling Hell look like hell..."

"However, I have never seen what the Tongue-Pulling Hell looks like. I wonder if the imperial court has any records of this?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Que immediately stood up. He had survived this ordeal, and his next destination was the prefectural city.

One reason is his "rule": if you want to achieve the Heavenly Rank Foundation Establishment, it's best to go to a place with many cultivators.

Secondly, he wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of his master, Daoist Qu, and the situation of the six sects in this region.

Master Qu Daoren's identity is clearly extraordinary.

As a disciple of Qu Daoren, he knew nothing about Qu Daoren, which was a very dangerous thing!

As Zheng Que was thinking this, he noticed that the dark aura between his eyebrows was gradually thinning.

He came to his senses and, without further delay, immediately picked up the lame armchair and strode towards the main hall of the underworld.

Soon, Zheng Que left the Tongue-Pulling Hell and returned to the hall of the dilapidated palace.

The Book of Life and Death in front of him continued to absorb the black energy emanating from between his brows, while the gavel was placed to the side.

Not long after, the last wisp of black energy between Zheng Que's brows disappeared into the Book of Life and Death.

This time, he did not immediately return to reality. As before, large gusts of yin energy emerged from the Book of Life and Death, spreading throughout the hall like dark clouds. They then rapidly collapsed and condensed into imperial edicts.

In the blink of an eye, seven patterns resembling insects and birds floated in the air.

Of the seven patterns, the one in the center is particularly large, with a more ornate and complex design that shimmers with a faint blue light.

The other edicts were remarkably similar to the one he issued appointing the ghost bride as a soul-reaper.

Zheng Que was taken aback. Could the Six Paths issue an edict appointing a Soul-Hooking Envoy?

There is also an imperial edict that seems to grant a higher position in the underworld than the Soul Reaper!
The next moment, the seven edicts converged into a vast, dark light, which swiftly entered his brow...

(End of this chapter)