Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 62 Arrival. (First update!)

Listening to Qingli's complaint which was already very familiar to him, Zheng Que's face remained calm and he did not respond a single word. While the other party was kowtowing, he immediately raised his hand with the word "Ling" on it and pointed it at the other party.

Yin energy gathered from all directions and continuously poured into Qingli's body.

Qingli felt her aura rising, and with joy in her heart, she immediately began to thank him skillfully: "My Lord, you are perceptive, upright, just, and honest. You uphold justice and uphold the truth. You are kind-hearted and fair..."

A cold wind was blowing in the hall, mixed with Qingli's unchanging flattery. After a while, Qingli's breath stopped growing, and his whole body was surrounded by yin energy, like black smoke.

This female ghost still looks like she is in the sixth level of [Tongue-Pulling Hell], but her Yin energy is extremely strong, far exceeding that of an ordinary sixth level [Tongue-Pulling Hell] ghost.

At the head, Zheng Que took a few looks, nodded slightly, and without wasting any time, directly ordered: "Withdraw."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fog rose again, and in the blink of an eye, Qingli had disappeared.

Then, Zheng Que looked at the [Book of Life and Death] and continued, "Kulan."

Just like before, a thick mist rose from the Guang Palace, and after quickly parting, it revealed a girl in black holding a black umbrella.

After Ku Lan realized that he had arrived in the underworld, he immediately knelt down and saluted: "Your humble servant greets you, sir!"

Without waiting for Zheng Que's reply, she continued impatiently, "Your Excellency, I have discovered that the human cultivator's other ghost servant is a traitor with ill intentions. He is constantly looking for opportunities to twist the human cultivator's head back. He also wants to exclude me and gain the human cultivator's trust, in a vain attempt to absorb the human cultivator's yang to replenish his yin and snatch his destiny..."

"I think this kind of evil servant, who betrayed your trust and has bad intentions, should be torn into pieces and thrown into the eighteen levels of hell, where he should be tortured repeatedly for a thousand years..."

Zheng Que's expression remained unchanged. Now Qingli and Kulan both had yin positions, and the cultivation of these two ghost servants was improving rapidly. They must have guessed each other's situation. Therefore, every time they entered the underworld, they would slander each other, and they both wished they could send each other to the eighteen levels of hell!
As the Lord of the Underworld, Zheng Que decided not to show partiality to either side. Of course, it would be useless even if he wanted to because there were no Eighteen Levels of Hell here.

Not even one layer!

While thinking, Zheng Que took advantage of Ku Lan's kowtow and raised his palm with the word "Ling" written on it and pointed it at the other party.

The originally quiet hall was suddenly filled with the sound of wind, and the Yin energy rolled in, wrapping around Ku Lan repeatedly and pouring rapidly into his body.

Ku Lan's skirt fluttered, her hair danced wildly, the "Yi" token on her waist swayed slowly, and her aura continued to rise.

She hurriedly kowtowed again, saying gratefully, "Thank you, sir! Your grace will never be forgotten..."

As time passed, the black energy surging from Zheng Que's brow began to thin.

At this time, the gloomy wind in the hall gradually subsided, and the black smoke-like yin energy slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of Ku Lan. His aura stopped growing, and his cultivation finally stopped at the fifth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison].

It seems that it may take some time for this [Umbrella Girl] to reach the sixth level of [Tongue-Pulling Prison]...

Zheng Cheng's mind raced as he said immediately, "Back off!"

The mist spread again, instantly engulfing the withered orchid. When it dissipated again, the hall was clean and nothing was left.

Zheng Que sat alone in the empty hall. The last wisp of black energy between his eyebrows did not enter the [Book of Life and Death]. Like the previous times, he did not leave here immediately. The [Book of Life and Death] surged with dark energy, winding throughout the hall, and once again condensed into an imperial decree.

The imperial edict penetrated into Zheng Que's eyebrows, and he felt a pain on his forehead. He just frowned slightly and endured it.

The surrounding scene swayed like ripples on water, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in the bronze tripod.

Zheng Que glanced at the remaining spirit stones in his hand and continued to practice. Another night passed.

In the early morning, he came out of the bronze tripod. The grass around him was covered with dew, and the air still retained the chill of the night's strong yin energy. The sky in the east was pale, and the sounds of ghosts and wolves howling were sporadic. A new day had begun.

Qingli and Kulan stood on both sides of the bronze tripod, one with an arrogant look, looking left and right from time to time; the other was holding an umbrella, looking graceful and quiet.

The two ghost servants had vaguely distinct intentions.

Zheng Que did not waste any time and immediately put away the bronze tripod. He then called two ghost servants and continued on his way.

The sun rises and sets, and time flies.

Zheng Que set out from Changfu Town and walked on the official road for a total of seven days. Finally, he saw an ancient city in front of him.

Looking at the city wall lying on the horizon in the distance and the three vaguely discernible characters "Taiping County", he immediately stopped, took out a spirit stone from his storage bag, and activated the [Seed Life Technique] to deliberately absorb some Yin Qi from the spirit stone.

The cultivators in this world absorb both spiritual energy and Yin energy during their practice. Therefore, in the field of vision of the [Spiritual Eye Technique], in addition to spiritual power, the cultivators also have a large amount of Yin energy.

However, he has the [Book of Life and Death] to absorb negative energy, and in the vision of the [Spiritual Eye Technique], he only has spiritual power.

This is too abnormal in the eyes of ordinary monks!
Therefore, he now needs to absorb some Yin energy into his body to make himself look like a normal cultivator.

After practicing the technique for a while, Zheng Que felt his body temperature drop and his skin color turned pale. He stopped immediately to prevent himself from entering the underworld space directly.

Then he opened the soul-nourishing bag and put Qingli and Ku Lan into it.

After completing these preparations, Zheng Que straightened his robe and strode towards the city ahead.

Taiping County, East Gate.

The city is not too majestic, but the exterior of the city wall looks very old. In the moat next to the city wall, there are vermilion wooden pillars. These pillars are engraved with various intricate patterns, emitting obscure fluctuations that cover the entire city. It should be some kind of restriction.

At this moment, the city gates were wide open, and five-colored flags were planted on the top of the city, with various runes also painted on the flags.

There are many soldiers patrolling the city and outside the city, and it looks like the city is heavily guarded.

As Zheng Que approached the city gate, a pair of sharp eyes immediately looked at him.

"Stop!" The leading soldier at the city gate stopped dead in his tracks, turned towards Zheng Que, and shouted from a distance, his sword drawn. "Where are you from? How dare you walk alone in the wilderness?"

"Your place of origin, your name, why are you here... Tell me everything!"

At the same time, on the city wall, an archer slowly drew his bow. The tip of the arrow emitted a faint fishy smell, as if it was smeared with something, and locked onto the area where Zheng Que was from a distance.

Zheng Que looked calm as he watched this scene. He reached out and placed his hand on the soul-nourishing bag. Just as he was about to speak, a calm voice suddenly rang out from inside the city gate: "Everyone, retreat!"

"This boy is one of our generation, not a demon. Let him enter the city."

The voice was plain and not loud, but it reached everyone's ears from a long distance.

The person who spoke was obviously also a cultivator!
(End of this chapter)