Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 479 Liao Zhanbo. (Second update!)

While pondering, Liao Zhanbo turned his head again and looked towards the entrance of the main hall.

Two female cultivators dressed as servants, one on each side, helped a figure in a gorgeous dress holding an ivory fan, into the Treasure Vase Gate. They quickly walked around the lake rocks and headed into the main hall.

The figure was beautiful, and her body was shrouded in a dark, gloomy aura; it was none other than Song Jiaoyin.

Liao Zhanbo immediately recognized that the two female cultivators dressed as servants were the same ones who had been tending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard earlier.

They were carefully supporting Song Jiaoyin, as if they were serving a distinguished guest or attending to a master, taking great care of her.

At this moment, in the main hall, Liao Zhanbo was already seated in the head seat. To his left, the two monks, one old and one young, remained motionless like puppets in the two armchairs. Zheng Que was sitting in the chair to his right, near the door.

The two maids helped Song Jiaoyin walk directly to the seat Zheng Que had taken. Sitting in that armchair was the beautiful female cultivator in her orange-colored outfit, with a charming appearance.

As Song Jiaoyin approached, the alluring female cultivator's appearance instantly changed, transforming into Song Jiaoyin's likeness in a short time.

Seeing this, the two maids immediately helped Song Jiaoyin sit down.

Liao Zhanbo frowned. He moved his fingers repeatedly, trying to attack Song Jiaoyin several times, but the two maids blocked him completely, leaving no gap. He could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.

Different fragments can be pieced together to create different "rules".

The "律" spelled out by Song Jiaoyin seems quite special.

However, given the other party's current state, it seems he won't need to lift a finger...

Thinking of this, Liao Zhanbo turned around and looked at Zheng Que again.

Soon, in his field of vision, Zheng Que suddenly frowned, then his expression became extremely ferocious, his entire face twisted, and his body convulsed and struggled.

However, no matter how much he trembled and convulsed, as if he were restricted by some invisible force, he was unable to break free from the armchair.

In an instant, Zheng Que's figure began to change rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, his appearance transformed into that of a middle-aged cultivator with a sorrowful face, dressed in a patchwork robe—the original owner of this armchair!

Watching this scene, Liao Zhanbo remained calm, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Zheng Que's [Golden Cicada Armor] is indeed very strong, but once the fragments on his body are removed, even the strongest methods cannot withstand the assimilation of this "strange" thing!

Having successfully defeated an opponent, Liao Zhanbo felt that his control over the main position beneath him had increased somewhat.

He leaned back, adopting a more casual posture, and sighed softly, "What a pity..."

"Your skills are quite good."

"Originally, you were qualified to be my ghost slave..."

A soft voice echoed in the main hall.

However, apart from him, neither Zheng Que, who had been assimilated, nor Song Jiaoyin could hear his voice at this moment and in this place.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Zhanbo turned his head and looked at Song Jiaoyin with a cold gaze once again.

As he gazed at her, the yin energy surrounding Song Jiaoyin underwent a dramatic change, as if cold water had been poured into boiling oil.

Black mist billowed, obscuring Song Jiaoyin's pale face. The mist surged like a raging storm, silently exuding a chilling aura.

Liao Zhanbo looked on calmly. Although Song Jiaoyin was the grand-niece of the governor of Qinzhou and possessed considerable talent and resources for cultivation, she was ultimately just a cultivator from the imperial court…

A moment later, Song Jiaoyin's face also showed signs of struggle. Her beautiful face twisted as if she was trying to resist something.

However, he had more fragments on his body than Zheng Que, and he could hold on for a longer time.

The main hall was silent. After a while, Song Jiaoyin's figure swayed like smoke and clouds, and once again transformed into the appearance of a charming female cultivator.

Liao Zhanbo exhaled a breath of stale air with a sense of enjoyment, feeling that his "rule" had become even more complete!
The number of fragments increased from four to eight.

Once he obtains the last four fragments, he can obtain a complete "law"!
Just then, another figure entered the main hall. It was Yan Dong. As soon as he stepped across the threshold, he instantly lost all five senses. He was like a drunkard, staggering a few steps before collapsing to the ground. His limbs twitched violently a few times, but he couldn't get up.

Liao Zhanbo looked down at Yan Dong on the ground and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately cast a spell at him.

boom!
The next moment, Yan Dong's head shattered into pieces, his body twitched violently, and then he was completely still, dying on the spot.

Liao Zhanbo's lips curled up slightly, and three more fragments appeared in his mind!

Immediately afterward, a figure flashed at the door, and Yin Congyi strode in. The clear light surrounding him was now so thin that it was almost invisible, and it was still flickering rapidly, as if it would go out at any moment.

Perhaps protected by the remaining light, he walked more steadily than Yan Dong, but having lost his five senses, after traveling a distance, when he came to Yan Dong's corpse, he took a step and was immediately tripped by Yan Dong's body and fell forward.

boned...

Yin Congyi fell to the ground, his head rolling off his neck like a ball until it reached Liao Zhanbo's feet.

Liao Zhanbo sat upright in the main seat, calmly watching everything unfold. He did not get up, but simply beckoned to one of the three figures beside him.

The man immediately stepped forward, and as he moved, the black smoke covering his face gathered and dispersed, revealing a face exactly like Yin Congyi's—it was the fake Yin Congyi from before.

He strode forward, picked up Yin Congyi's head, then replaced it with his own, placing Yin Congyi's head on his own neck.

At the same time, Liao Zhanbo's aura suddenly changed, and the last fragment was pieced together!

boom! !

At that very moment, the ghostly hand of the [Iron Tree Prison] slammed down from mid-air, shattering half of the Yuwen Mansion on the spot.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and the houses made crackling noises. Countless beams, bricks, and tiles collapsed and shattered, sending up countless clouds of dust.

Liao Zhanbo felt the earth-shattering commotion, but he only smiled slightly, without the slightest panic, and immediately cast a complex spell.

The yin energy around him suddenly surged, spreading like black mist and completely enveloping the remaining half of the mansion.

In the dim light, the yin energy on Liao Zhanbo's body rose steadily, and for a moment, it even faintly surpassed the ghostly hand of the [Iron Tree Prison]!

Through the thick black mist, you can see the giant ghostly hand raised high, then slamming down into the mist once more.

However, this time, with a slight thought, Liao Zhanbo suddenly raised an even larger ghostly hand from within the black mist.

boom! !

Amidst a deafening roar, the ghostly hand of [Iron Tree Prison] was forcibly suspended in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the entire "strange" building began to collapse rapidly, centered on Liao Zhanbo's yin energy.

In just ten breaths, the entire "strange" market collapsed like a sand tower, completely absorbed by the black mist.

The next moment, the black mist began to shrink rapidly.

woohoo hoo...

Like a whale drinking from the sea, the black mist condensed and gathered, like a black silk ribbon, finally revealing Liao Zhanbo's figure. His face was still old, but his back was as straight as a javelin, showing no signs of his previous old age. His aura was none other than the [Iron Tree Prison]!
The three figures standing to the side had also changed their cultivation level from the ninth level of Qi Refining to [Scissors Prison].

The "strangeness" disappeared, and the entire scene of Xue Tong Pass was revealed to Liao Zhanbo.

A thick, malevolent blood mist rushed towards them, and the vast wilderness stretched out before them. In the distance, the charred, ghostly creature of the Iron Tree Prison stood tall as a pillar, its enormous ghostly hand reaching out like a dark cloud, hovering above Liao Zhanbo's head and obscuring the sunlight.

Seemingly having failed to find its target, the charred ghost quickly withdrew its hand and turned to leave.

Liao Zhanbo looked around, spread his arms, and suddenly burst into a hearty laugh: "Hahahaha..."

"It's finally done!"

(End of this chapter)