Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 404 Storage Bag. (Second Update!)

I know Du Anyong, but I can't remember Qu Daoren?

Zheng Que paused slightly, then immediately asked, "And what do you know about the Six Sects Grand Competition from the year before that..."

The moment the question left his lips, he realized the problem. The ghost bride's lifespan was only 179 years, so it wasn't surprising that she knew about the previous Six Sects Grand Competition.

But the previous Six Sects Grand Competition was 199 years ago... His question was meaningless.

However, upon hearing this question, the ghost bride replied without the slightest hesitation: "That year, I am most familiar with it."

"In that year, a very powerful rogue cultivator also emerged out of nowhere, his name was Jiang Hengda."

"However, Jiang Hengda's strength is probably not as great as Du Anyong's."

He ultimately only got third place.

Ok?
The ghost bride's lifespan in the underworld is only 179 years, so how could she know more about things that happened almost 200 years ago?
Zheng Que was immediately puzzled and wanted to ask again, but the ghost bride seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said abruptly, "Your current cultivation level is only Foundation Establishment, so you can't participate in the Six Sects Grand Competition anyway."

"Don't ask about the Six Sects Competition anymore!"

"Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Did you retrieve Yu Rulan's storage bag from Delu Temple?"

He now knows that ordinary rogue cultivators generally don't have anything good in their storage bags.

But the disciples of these sects are different.

Even if a sect disciple has very little in their storage bag, they still have several hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

If you're lucky, you might even get one or two martial arts techniques or spells.

Yu Rulan is dead now, and his storage bag is lying in the wilderness. If we don't retrieve it, wouldn't it be a waste?
The ghost bride pointed in a direction and calmly said, "With your current cultivation level, if you walk in this direction for half an hour, you should be able to find the storage bag of that Deer Temple disciple."

Zheng Li immediately noted down the directions, and then said, "Next, I will participate in the imperial examination for immortality."

"How much do you know about this?"

The ghost bride immediately replied, "If you only want to pass the immortal test, with your current strength, it won't be difficult at all."

"However, if you are doing this to temper your Dao heart and prepare for the upcoming Core Formation, there are still some risks involved."

"It depends on the specific exam questions."

"I have two suggestions."

"First, follow your own 'rules'; second, don't be afraid of death!"

Zheng Que nodded slowly, seemingly lost in thought.

This ghost bride knows so much about cultivation techniques!
Thinking of this, he quickly reviewed the situation and, making sure he had nothing else to ask for the time being, brought up the old topic again, saying, "I need to use that [Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell] for this Immortal Trial."

"As for your dowry, I can exchange it for something else..."

Upon hearing this, the ghost bride immediately shook her head and flatly refused, saying, "How can you temper your Dao heart with the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell on a mere imperial examination?"

"I want to use this Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell a second time after using it once."

"Your cultivation level hasn't reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, so it's best not to touch it."

"When you encounter your karmic tribulation, I will lend you the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell." Upon hearing this, Zheng Que's face darkened, but he quickly grasped the key point in her words... Having the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell meant he couldn't cultivate his Dao heart?
Judging from what the other party said, it seems that this magic weapon can affect the cultivator's mind?

In a flash, Zheng Que shook his head slightly.

It was very simple for him to get the ghost bride to hand over the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell.

All you need to do is summon the other party to the underworld, and then intimidate them by claiming to be the lord of the underworld.

However, since it will affect the Immortal Examination, I'll wait until after the examination to ask the other party for it...

Thinking of this, Zheng Que didn't press the matter further, and simply said, "Then I have no other questions."

As soon as she finished speaking, the ghost bride flicked her wide sleeves, and another gust of cold, eerie wind appeared out of nowhere, instantly pushing Zheng Que out of the red sedan chair.

As soon as Zheng Que landed on solid ground, he discovered that Ku Lan, dressed in black and wearing a black umbrella, had also appeared beside him.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Amidst the swirling mist, the magnificent wedding procession is rapidly disappearing into the distance.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Que did not hesitate and immediately led his ghost servant towards the direction where Yu Rulan had fallen at Delu Temple.

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In the wilderness, amidst the ruins after the great battle, a dark green storage bag lay half-buried beside a broken stone, nestled among the loose soil.

This storage bag is made of brocade-like material, covered with dark gold lotus scroll patterns, with fine gold thread rolled along the edges. The opening is tied with a peach-pink silk ribbon, adorned with several mutton-fat jade beads, and tied in a ruyi knot. It looks luxurious and exquisite.

Now covered in dust, it seemed to have dimmed completely.

Not far away, a tall cultivator with pure aura lay on the ground, his clothes stained with blood, his chest rising and falling slightly, his body covered in mud and filth, his crimson gold headband gone, his hair disheveled, and his face as pale as paper.

The surrounding area was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, which turned into a light gray mist that blocked the view like a veil, making everything hazy.

A ghostly creature from the [Scissors Prison] suddenly trotted over.

As soon as it got close and sensed the presence of a living person, the ghost immediately increased its speed.

Step, step, step...

Soon, the ghost arrived in front of the unconscious cultivator. Looking at the cultivator on the ground who still had a trace of life and smelled exceptionally sweet, it did not hesitate for a moment. It quickly opened its blood-red maw and bit down on the cultivator's head.

clang! ! !
Amidst the crisp clash of metal, the demon's gigantic maw was instantly blocked by an invisible protective aura, unable to advance an inch.

The demon of the Scissors Prison immediately extended its sharp claws, intending to continue its attack. However, the cultivator on the ground had already slowly opened his eyes.

boom!
Without any fancy moves, Dai Nanji casually punched the [Scissors Prison] ghost, blasting it to smithereens. The ghost transformed into a pure stream of Yin energy, which dispersed into the surrounding dark mist, making the Yin energy in the area even denser.

He immediately sat up from the ground, turned his neck, looked around, and his brows furrowed quickly.

Countless broken branches and fallen leaves, mixed with mud and gravel, were scattered all over the ground. Among the loose soil, there were also many pits and craters that still bore the traces of battle, a scene reminiscent of the aftermath of a great war.

Looking around, there was no trace of Yu Rulan, nor of the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell.

It seems I was unconscious for a very long time this time!

Has the Demon-Suppressing Bronze Bell already been taken away by Yu Rulan?
Thinking of this, Dai Nanji snorted coldly, immediately took out a recovery pill, swallowed it, and was about to get up and leave when he suddenly sensed something and turned his head sharply in one direction: "Who!"

(End of this chapter)