Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 476 The Lord of the Workshop. (First Update!)

The lake water was clear, reflecting a solitary house. Its materials were exquisite, but its appearance was quite simple, making it look like an ordinary wealthy man's residence.

Above the main gate, a plaque bears the three characters "Yuwen Mansion" in a flowing, elegant style.

In the distance, ghostly hands rose and fell, houses collapsed, the earth shook, and large numbers of figures were continuously pulled into the air. Amid the sounds of chewing, severed limbs and broken arms fell from the sky. Amidst the chaos of war, the vicinity of Yuwen Mansion remained silent.

Suddenly, Liao Zhanbo and his three companions appeared on the open ground in front of the Yuwen Mansion.

Having just stood still, Liao Zhanbo glanced left and right, and without delay, walked directly to the gate of the Yuwen Mansion and pushed it open.

clack clack...

Amidst the jarring noise, the seemingly tightly closed door suddenly opened, revealing a sliver of a crack.

The gap was filled with flowing darkness, which grew deeper and deeper as the crack widened, like a deep pool that swallowed all the light that entered. From the outside, nothing could be seen.

As the door opened, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet.

The rampage of the ghostly hand, the footsteps of the crowd, the sounds of houses collapsing... all faded away.

For a moment, it seemed that only the sound of a door opening could be heard in the world.

Whoosh!
Just then, a strange figure arrived.

The newcomer had two heads. The head on his neck was that of a normal boy, while the head on his left shoulder was that of a beautiful girl. His brows were full of murderous intent. It was Zheng Que!
He has not yet released the [Spirit Descent Technique] state; colorful patterns cover his entire body, and his aura is a mixture of yin and yang, making him appear both human and ghost.

Upon landing, Zheng Que spotted Liao Zhanbo and, without a word, immediately raised his hand and pointed at Liao Zhanbo and the three figures following behind him.

Whoosh...

In an instant, dozens of condensed black energies shot out, each aiming directly at the vital points of the four people.

Liao Zhanbo stopped opening the door abruptly. The next moment, dozens of [Netherworld Finger] strikes passed directly through the four of them, but left no mark on them.

It seemed that all the attacks had hit nothing but thin air.

As if he had something more important to do, Liao Zhanbo did not retaliate. Instead, before Zheng Que could make another move, he suddenly pushed open the gate of the Yuwen Mansion with all his might.

boom!
The heavy door slammed against the inner wall with a loud bang. Even at this moment, there was still a thick darkness behind the door, and no specific details could be seen.

Liao Zhanbo turned his head, glanced at Zheng Que, and then without any delay, led the three figures behind him and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

boom! !

A burst of fire suddenly erupted, crashing towards the spot where Liao Zhanbo had just been standing.

The seemingly solid blue bricks on the ground instantly shattered, turning into dust that fell in a flurry. However, when the aftershocks touched the darkness behind the door, they were all blocked, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier and fell directly outside, with no way to enter the area behind the door.

This is the [Heavenly Wheel Mystic Fire Technique]!
Seeing that Liao Zhanbo had not been hurt, Zheng Que frowned slightly and immediately followed suit, walking into the darkness inside the door.

Just as his figure disappeared into the darkness behind the door, a graceful figure shrouded in thick black smoke also arrived at the scene.

Song Jiaoyin still maintained her elegant demeanor, dressed in fine clothes and holding an ivory fan. However, the yin energy emanating from her body obscured her appearance, making it difficult to discern her features. Apart from her human-like appearance, she was now indistinguishable from a real ghost.

She arrived at the Yuwen residence and strode inside as well.

Boom boom boom...

The demonic hand continued to pound on the market, rows of houses groaned and collapsed, and countless goods were crushed into dust amidst the ruins. The once orderly market was now a scene of utter devastation.

Blood continued to flow from the smashed shops.

Blood flowed erratically, staining the ghostly hand and leaving it mottled. Moreover, these bloodstains were spreading rapidly.

But soon, long, soft, black tongues emerged from the countless mouths on the ghostly hand, licking away all the blood. Now, nearly half of the market town had been razed to the ground by the ghostly hand.

At this moment, Yan Dong also arrived in front of the Yuwen Mansion.

Looking at the wide-open gate in front of him, he was slightly surprised. Just as he was about to go in, he saw a flash of light in the distance, and a figure in gorgeous clothes appeared not far from him.

The newcomer was dressed in fine clothes and adorned with jade, just like him, but with a more noble and aloof demeanor. It was Yin Congyi, who was shrouded in a hazy, clear light. The old cultivator in the dark green robe and the female cultivator in the crimson robe who had been following him were nowhere to be seen.

After taking a quick look at the young master of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, Yan Dong immediately understood that Yin Congyi had used some kind of trump card to survive until now.

However, now is not the time to chat with the other party.

While pondering, Yan Dong nodded slightly to Yin Congyi and immediately stepped through the gate first.

Yin Congyi's face was slightly pale, and the aura around him was fading rapidly. The crowd a little further away had already gathered around him again.

Seeing this, he did not hesitate. Taking advantage of the remaining light on his body, he rushed into the Yuwen residence in two steps.

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Yuwen Mansion.

As soon as Zheng Que stepped across the threshold, the [Spirit Descent Technique] automatically dissipated, and Xue Shuangzi's head rolled off like a ripe fruit, returning to its original form.

The aura of this [Rouge Demon] is somewhat weak at the moment, but not seriously.

The Spirit Descent Technique is only a Qi Refining stage technique, while Xue Shuangzi's cultivation level is already at the eighth level of the Scissors Prison, so she naturally has a higher resistance to this technique.

Despite this, Zheng Que was still not careless. He immediately opened the Soul Nourishing Bag and put the weakened Xue Shuangzi inside to recover.

At the same moment, he quickly glanced around.

This is an ordinary-looking courtyard. There is a covered walkway at the entrance, which frames the square courtyard in the middle. The courtyard is paved with pebbles, and a flower bed is built around the railing. Some low grass and trees are planted, except for a maple tree in the northwest corner. Its shape is graceful and light, swaying in the wind.

Further inside, there is a spacious vase-shaped gate. Inside the gate, a lake rock as tall as a person stands, vaguely blocking the view, and traces of the main building can be seen.

At this moment, there were quite a few people standing in the courtyard in twos and threes. These people included men, women, young and old. Some were chatting, some were sweeping, and some were trimming paper strips... However, even though they were close by, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Unlike the "crowd" on the street outside, these people did not react excessively when they noticed Zheng Que coming in. They neither surrounded him nor made any move to attack him.

Seeing this, Zheng Que cautiously kept his distance from them and walked inside through the gaps in the crowd.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd, quickly searching for Liao Zhanbo and the others.

Step, step, step...

Amidst the bustling crowd, only Zheng Que's footsteps could be heard in the courtyard. Soon he entered through the Treasure Bottle Gate, walked around the lake rocks, and saw the main hall inside.

The main hall doors were wide open, and the scene inside was clearly visible.

A burly figure sat at the head of the table, with a broad face, square mouth, black beard, long eyes, and a soft armor over his robe.

To his left and right sat four figures. The two on the left were male cultivators, one old and one young. The old cultivator was dressed as a Confucian scholar, with his hands tucked into his sleeves and his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was deep in thought. The young cultivator was leaning to the side, gazing at the paving stones not far away.

On the right was a beautiful female cultivator, dressed in a canna lily orange outfit, with a wide-sleeved crepe-colored cardigan over it, and a pea-green brocade belt around her waist. Her attire was very bright and beautiful. To her left was a middle-aged cultivator with a sorrowful face, wearing a patchwork robe. He was staring ahead, his eyes seemingly unfocused.

The auras of these five people were all at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Inside the house, everyone else was chatting and laughing, moving about naturally, except for these five figures who sat upright in their seats, motionless, like statues.

Looking at the five figures, Zheng Que frowned slightly. These five people gave him a very dangerous feeling!

(End of this chapter)