Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 519 The Three [Iron Tree Prison] (First Update!)

In the gloomy mansion, in the garden.

Above the embroidered tower, flickering lamplight outlined her slender and graceful figure as she leisurely and unhurriedly began to do her makeup.

Flowers bloom quietly and exude a subtle fragrance.

The "bottle women" and their servants showed no sign of leaving, remaining quietly standing among the branches and leaves, their lips curled up in a cheerful smile.

The densely packed "囍" characters, in the dim light, revealed an extreme vibrancy, like flowing blood, reflecting off the brightly lit decorations and turning the entire house into a hazy crimson.

This crimson, cold, and domineering aura emanated a strong malevolent energy, unknowingly enveloping the entire house in a halo of blood-red light.

Suddenly, the beaded curtain on the upper part of the embroidered tower fell down abruptly. At the same time, the candlelight went out, plunging the entire embroidered tower into darkness. The moment the figure, already dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, disappeared, a crimson aura erupted and overwhelmed everything.

After a while, the red aura faded, the mansion disappeared, and a joyous wedding procession appeared in its place.

Servants, servants, musicians, sedan chair bearers... surrounded a magnificent red sedan chair. Inside, the ghost bride sat upright, having returned to normal, and her aura had reached the third level of the [Iron Tree Prison].

She turned her head slightly, her gaze passing through the veil to look at the Blood Tong Pass outside, and sighed softly.

How strange!
In my memory, there was no danger around that seal.

But this time, not only was he forced to use the [Ten Miles of Crimson Fiend], but even the dangers he encountered there seemed to have been half erased from his memory, leaving him with no recollection of what happened...

Fortunately, that lord of the underworld has extraordinary abilities!

With the fragments of "Law" missing and a insufficient number of dowry maids... under such circumstances, it is still possible to defy common sense and forcibly save her from her condition!
For both cultivators and ghosts, being able to use a portion of the rules is already a sign of great power.

However, in that person's eyes, the rules seemed to be nothing more than an insignificant tool at hand.

The other party doesn't even need to comply!

Thinking of this, the ghost bride withdrew her gaze and looked in another direction.

Zheng Que was in that direction at the moment. Now that she had recovered, she decided to go find that human cultivator first.

After all, the other party had just told me that they had clues about my dowry, so I had to go and ask them about it...

So, Luo Fuyu had an idea, and the entire team immediately changed direction and headed towards Zheng Que's location.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

The iconic blood mist of Xue Tong Pass swept over everyone, and the wedding procession almost blended into the mist, moving swiftly through the air accompanied by festive music.

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Blood-stained Tongguan Pass, high in the sky.

The figure of [Shadow Play] suddenly appeared in the clouds.

Surrounded by rolling clouds, like mountains and peaks, it concealed its massive body like ocean waves, while below it lay a vast expanse of blood mist, obscuring the desolate terrain of Xue Tong Pass.

Realizing it had returned to reality, [Shadow Play] suddenly opened its palms and casually stretched them a few times in the clouds. With a few flicks of its bony fingers, the clouds and mist surged and churned. This situation of being able to freely manipulate the clouds and rain and overlook the mountains and rivers made it feel much more at ease.

Immediately, its divine sense enveloped the surrounding area, but it was quickly blocked by another divine sense that was not much weaker than its own.

[Shadow Play] Immediately changed direction, his divine sense extended like an invisible net, aiming at the position that blocked his divine sense.

The next moment, it discovered that the human cultivator it was looking for was cultivating there.

Beside him was a Painted Skin from the Iron Tree Prison. Judging from the Painted Skin's behavior, it was clearly protecting the human cultivator.

The one that had just blocked its divine sense was none other than the "Painted Skin" of the "Iron Tree Prison." Seemingly sensing the movement of the "Evil Shadow Play," the "Painted Skin" turned its head, tilted its head slightly, and stared coldly at the giant bone hand high in the sky through the vast blood mist.

His expression was indifferent, showing no sign of backing down.

【The Shadow Play】 and 【Painted Skin】 face each other from afar, locked in a tense standoff, but neither makes the first move.

Soon, the Shadow Play slowly retreated, until it was out of the Painted Skin's sight, before finally choosing an open space and beginning its descent.

That "painted skin" thing just now gave it a strange sense of oppression.

Of course, its concession this time was not out of fear of the other party.

After all, in terms of cultivation, it is superior to that [Painted Skin]!
Moreover, that [Painted Skin] was clearly sent to protect that human cultivator, just like it.

The real reason it chose to retreat was that the great man of the underworld gave it a batch of things.

While in the underworld, it was too busy kowtowing and begging for mercy, trying to atone for its sins, to even bother to check what those things were.

However... that person only said that the origin of these items should not be revealed, but did not say that they could not be seen.

Although it certainly wouldn't dare to hide or embezzle anything, it was naturally a little curious about the item that the lord had personally arranged.

Now it's time to hand the item over to that human cultivator; it plans to broaden its horizons first...

As he pondered, the [Evil Shadow Play], which had already descended into the blood mist, suddenly had viscous shadows appear below it. After these shadows appeared, their outlines became increasingly indistinct.

As the outlines wriggled, various boxes, belongings, and ghostly figures quickly emerged...

These were Luo Fuyu's previous dowry and subordinates.

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Amidst the blood mist, Ku Lan and Mu Xiangu stood guard on either side of Zheng Que.

Suddenly, Mu Xiangu's body erupted with yin energy, and she coldly gazed at a spot diagonally in front of her, as if she had seen something through the thick fog.

There was actually nothing in that direction in sight.

However, in Mu Xiangu's perception, there was an extremely powerful [Iron Tree Prison] watching over them.

Both sides were aware of each other's presence, and after a brief standoff, the aura of the [Iron Tree Prison] slowly receded.

Mu Xiangu withdrew her gaze and snorted coldly.

That [Iron Tree Prison] seemed to have been following them the whole time.

Do not!
He must have been following Zheng Que all along!

Although she didn't know how Zheng Que had attracted the interest of this [Iron Tree Prison], if something happened to Zheng Que, she would also be in trouble. That [Iron Tree Prison] was really asking for death!

Thinking of this, Mu Xiangu suppressed the urge to rush over and continued to stand guard beside Zheng Que, protecting him.

Not long after, she noticed something again and immediately turned her head to look in another direction.

A very familiar aura was rapidly approaching their current location.

She's a ghost bride!

The other party actually recovered?
A distinct look of surprise appeared in Mu Xiangu's eyes. The next moment, figures emerged from the blood mist, accompanied by knocking and banging noises, and a red sedan chair was escorted in.

(End of this chapter)