Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 457 Next Step. (First Update!)

The door was pushed open, and a chilling aura rushed out.

It's like parting the wildly growing vines in a deserted, dense forest to reveal a deep pool.

At first, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen; all that could be felt was the profound unknown. As the door opened to a certain extent, sunlight slanted in through the crack, finally illuminating the true scene.

Behind the door were several interconnected rooms, exceptionally spacious. In the central hall directly opposite the door, water lilies bloomed, their vibrant colors appearing almost unreal in the dim light.

Coffins were placed on benches on both sides of the road, but there was no one in sight, and the silence was deathly still.

Yin Congyi did not go in directly, but stood at the door, his eyes darting around as he carefully examined the scene behind the door.

At this moment, the elderly cultivator in the dark green robe whispered behind him, "Young master, the auras of those two Qi Refining Level 9 candidates from Chongzhou disappeared here."

"I wonder if they might be inside these coffins?"

As they spoke, the elderly monk in the dark green robe looked at the rows of coffins, seemingly trying to discern from the details of their appearance whether anyone had hidden them inside.

Yin Congyi's gaze also fell upon the coffins, but he shook his head slightly.

He could tell at a glance that these coffins, shrouded in a strong aura of yin energy, were used to store corpse puppets.

Clearly, this shop was a business that sold corpse puppets before it became "strange".

Thinking of this, Yin Congyi immediately said, "In the 'strange' place, some places are different from what you see when you go inside than what you see when you go outside."

"Moreover, this 'strange' phenomenon can also interfere with our perception of the outside world."

"Go into the shops first, and you might see a different world."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led the way into the shop.

The old cultivator in dark green robes and the female cultivator in crimson robes immediately followed.

As soon as the three entered the shop, they heard a hoarse voice...

"You are all cultivators of the imperial court, do you know how many types of ghosts and spirits there are in this world?"

The voice was filled with a sense of suppression, as if it were trying to suppress some intense impulse; it was strange, yet somehow familiar.

The three immediately recognized the voice as that of the rogue cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage who claimed to have come to seek an opportunity to form the Core Formation!
However, after entering the shop, looking around, the place was still empty and there was not a single person in sight. The sound was coming from who knows where.

The old cultivator in the dark green robe immediately spoke up: "Young master, besides the two Qi Refining ninth-level examinees from Chongzhou, that rogue cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment is also here..."

Upon hearing this, Yin Congyi was about to nod when he suddenly felt something was amiss.

Who was I talking to just now?

He turned his head and saw that only the female cultivator in crimson robes was following closely beside him; there was no one else around.

Yin Congyi frowned immediately. He only had one subordinate with him.
Something is wrong!

At this moment, the voice of the Foundation Establishment Peak rogue cultivator continued to come: "There are only two kinds of ghosts in this world."

"One type is a born ghost!"

The excitement in that voice grew increasingly pronounced, bordering on mania.

The female cultivator in crimson robes beside Yin Congyi frowned, about to say something, when Yin Congyi raised a finger in a shushing gesture, pointing to his ear, indicating that she shouldn't even use telepathy. The female cultivator in crimson robes immediately nodded slightly to show that she understood.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Congyi strode over to a completely black coffin.

He reached out and placed his palm on the dark coffin lid, applying slight pressure as he was about to open it to search for clues. Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. Looking down, he saw that his once magnificent robe had vanished without a trace, replaced by a dusty, wide brown sleeve with half a leather vest tucked into the hem.

The hands peeking out from the cuffs were not the familiar young and strong ones, but withered and thin, full of wrinkles, and faintly exuding an aura of decay.

This……

This isn't my own body!

Yin Congyi's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, a voice that was gradually becoming familiar came out of his mouth: "There is another kind, which is a ghost transformed from a human!"

Yin Congyi's pupils dilated suddenly as he realized something, but at that moment, his thoughts became incredibly chaotic.

A surging buzz filled my ears, and the surroundings were a bizarre and surreal scene, as if the world itself was spinning. But the increasingly familiar voice continued clearly: "You're very lucky!"

"Now, you have a chance to become a ghost!"

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On the empty street, Xue Shuangzi walked briskly alone.

The gorgeous dress stirred up gusts of cold wind, and the scenery on both sides kept receding.

After walking a distance, she suddenly looked around, a look of confusion on her face. Where had Zheng Que gone?
wrong……

It feels like I've always been acting like a ghost?
Yes, she's currently tracking a group of monks...

With this in mind, Xue Shuangzi did not linger and continued forward.

Without Zheng Que watching over her, she suddenly increased her speed.

She didn't even consider the possibility of alerting the enemy, and immediately fled forward at top speed.

Whoosh!
Soon, Xue Shuangzi arrived at a shady street corner.

There were some miscellaneous items piled up here, blocking the view of the street, and the ground was covered with a layer of sewage, looking rather filthy.

However, three brightly dressed female cultivators were stepping on the sewage, seemingly unconcerned that the place was so incongruous with their appearance and attire.

The leading female cultivator had fair skin and a beautiful face. She wore a short lychee-red blouse and a long butterfly-yellow skirt. A necklace was pinned to her chest, and a longevity lock was attached below. She held an ivory fan lightly in her hand. She was the epitome of a graceful lady, with elegant demeanor.

However, the female cultivator's face was frosty at this moment, and the hand that was not holding the fan was gripping the neck of a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a scar on his face, holding him in mid-air.

The scarred cultivator was a burly and tall man, the same subordinate who had been following Yin Congyi earlier. Judging by his physique, he was as strong as two female cultivators holding fans. However, he was being held in mid-air by the other party, like a little chick, without any ability to struggle.

The female cultivator with the fan noticed Xue Shuangzi's arrival and immediately turned around to look directly at her.

"Who is your master?" Song Jiaoyin maintained her original posture and spoke calmly, showing no intention of letting go of the scarred cultivator.

Xue Shuangzi looked at the scarred cultivator being held in mid-air by Song Jiaoyin with some suspicion. The target had been found, but what was her next step?
Ok……

They must have killed that scarred monk!
The three next to them were also there!
Thinking of this, Xue Shuangzi's lips curled into a strange smile.

(End of this chapter)