The Path to Immortality Begins with the Life-Extending Lamp

Chapter 221 The two prefectures are in order, and a guest arrives from afar.

Grim bones, broken ancient sword, pale skin, and dark soul blood.

These four objects all exude an obscure and sinister aura.

If Li Qing had to buy one, he wouldn't want to get involved with any of them. Who knows what kind of curse might be tainted on these things?

"I don't have enough money to buy your things."

No matter how bizarre and terrifying the ghost peddler was, Li Qing simply raised his ghostly hand to summon the soul. In the blink of an eye, a deep and eerie black light covered his entire right hand, as if a ghostly hand from the depths of the underworld was rising up. It completely tore through the ghost peddler's restraints, and the overwhelming soul pressure flipped the old ghost over. He said expressionlessly.

Go find someone else!

In this illusory world, every corner is a piece of ancient history of the capital. From peddlers to nobles and dignitaries, behind every character is a famous figure from the past. There are some anomalies, but nothing to be surprised about.

The person in front of me is probably related to some powerful being, or even a being like a celestial being.

After being met with such a counterattack, the peddler stood there stunned, staring at Li Qing for a long time before his face suddenly darkened.

After being refused, the peddler revealed his true colors. His sinister and cold right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Li Qing's left arm. The eerie aura invaded Li Qing's body, causing half of his body to go numb. He could not even mobilize his vital energy and could no longer move.

Where the peddler's ghostly hand touched Li Qing, a bruised handprint immediately spread out. This was an even more terrifying curse, coming from across time and ancient history, a curse from which a fallen celestial ghost was making contact with Li Qing from afar.

"Choose one item, no currency required."

"I don't want you to take responsibility..."

The peddler suddenly turned ashen-faced, and his voice became hoarse, as if he were suppressing something terrible.

However, his mind was extremely persistent. The ghostly hand that was tightly gripping Li Qing's left arm was so strong that Li Qing could not move at all.

Do we really want to pick one?

The ghost bone was terrifying. Even a cursory glance revealed that it was as if it were alive, unconsciously causing even the ghost spine on Li Qing's body, which had transformed into the Xuan Yin Dragon Bone, to feel somewhat terrified.

The sword is ancient and simple, seemingly a top-tier magical artifact. However, it is likely tainted by many dead souls, and it would require considerable courage to wield. Of the four items, this one is probably the safest.

It was a pale, white skin, and this skin was definitely a living thing. It was unknown which old demon had not completely died. If Li Qing were already a Yin God, he could refine this thing into a ghost puppet, but at this moment... it was not something Li Qing could control.

The last piece of black blood, the soul blood left behind by some unknown being, is the most unfathomable.

If we consider Li Qing's thoughts, the ghost bones of Qishan... Although he inherited the Qishan Netherworld, he doesn't really want to be anyone's filial son or grandson, or become anyone's shadow. He must first eliminate these ghost bones.

That Demon King's Skin, the extraterrestrial demon can be called a king, or at least a great evil that can corrupt the Yin God to a high level, and Li Qing cannot control that demon skin.

The same applies to the last drop of soul blood...

"Then I'll take this broken sword!"

"Is that okay?"

After only half a breath of thought, Li Qing calmly spoke.

Even though he was still being controlled by that peddler, he remained steadfast in his choice, knowing perfectly well what he could and could not have.

"Can……"

The peddler looked up and met Li Qing's gaze. At that moment, Li Qing saw the peddler's shadow begin to turn into scraps of paper and fly away, suddenly disappearing completely.

How can this be?

This illusory world is nothing more than a silhouette in the picture; this peddler actually has a real physical form.
The peddler was about to speak again, but his disappearance was far faster than expected, as if he had touched some absolute taboo, and he was completely annihilated from beginning to end.

"Hey……"

"They're all yours!"

The peddler, who had vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only half his chest remaining, suddenly turned and glanced at Li Qing. He suddenly remembered that he was not just a lowly peddler in this world of extravagance and debauchery; he was a member of the Cui family from Longyouqi Mountain, the renowned Ancestral Lord of Xidu…

What should I be called? Cui something again?

As the peddler's divine body rapidly entered oblivion, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly returned to clarity. At this moment, he seemed to remember his identity, his original consciousness, which had touched the taboo of time. It turned out that he had invaded the lower reaches of the river of time from the ancient history and appeared in the illusory world of this era.

So, I'm already dead?
As he was about to pass away, the peddler suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud and turned to look at Li Qing.

"A sword? Young man, do you know how to wield a sword?"

Those eyes, turbid yet gleaming with a sharp light, seemed to transcend the ages, seeing right through Li Qing in an instant. How could they not know his current situation?

The blatant questioning and mockery immediately confronted Li Qing. The peddler, completely disregarding Li Qing's choice, cast a drop of soul blood from the nightmare into Li Qing's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows as he vanished. What did Li Qing's choice matter to him?
He felt that whatever Li Qing needed, that was exactly what she needed!
The second-ranked item on the list of ghosts in the underworld is the Soul Blood of Nightmare.

Li Qing's life was intertwined with cultivation. Even with the transplantation of a ghost's spine, he was still ultimately a human. He was hardly like a ghost or god. But if he obtained this drop of Nightmare's soul blood, things might really get complicated...

That was the life essence and blood of a Nightmare Yin God Lord, his true foundation.

As soon as the black blood entered Li Qing's brow, the white bones scattered throughout the boundless darkness suddenly swelled up. In the blink of an eye, the "White Bone Beauty Contemplation" visualization could no longer hold on, and the soul within it shattered and withered away. Then, affected by the endless fluctuations, all things were arranged and truly transformed into a boundless nightmare world.

This soul blood entered Li Qing's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, and the pitch-black twilight immediately descended upon half of the illusory world.

"If you only cultivate your nature and not your destiny, your evil spirits will slaughter immortals and saints for countless eons."

"But you don't know why the Ghost Path has a unique Soul Path!"

The "ghost peddler" looked around at the young man who was lost in a nightmare, shook his head and sighed.

With the Qishan bloodline severed, a ghost marriage was arranged to bring a new husband into the family, and things have actually come to this.
If it weren't for this young man today triggering the thoughts of the judge Cui Weng Hua, who has been in the underworld for six days, His soul would not have been able to connect the past and the future, forming a closed loop in this illusion.

It should be understood that the price of breaking taboos is not something that can be borne recklessly. Just like this Judge Cui, the last trace of him in the world will be destroyed because of this taboo.

The last glimpse of a peddler is like scattered scraps of paper, falling piece by piece.

But Lord Cui did not regret it. Instead, he looked at Li Qing with great interest, as if he wanted to see the future of Qishan in him.

"What a pity, I really wanted to see it one more time!"

"But I'm just a dead man after all..."

The echo of resentment lingered under the old banyan tree for several breaths, and after discussing the figure of that peddler, everything related to him became impossible to find.

The scenes of three thousand states depicted in the "Map of the Netherworld and the Ascension to Luoyang" represent the Qi Kingdom's merchants who traded goods across the four seas. From then on, they disappeared without a trace, their existence completely erased...

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Li Qing had been in a daze for a long time when she vaguely heard someone calling her name. After a moment of hazy consciousness, she suddenly jolted awake and stood up abruptly from under the old banyan tree.

"You're quite carefree, sleeping soundly against this old banyan tree."

"Here, the Qing Su Ni Chang Yi is a modified version of the winter clothes of the Fengchao Underworld Lord. It is sufficient for anyone below the Yin God level to use."

"According to your southern dialect, it costs three million taels of silver, but it must be entirely made of sacrificial incense, agarwood, and top-quality Lingnan Soul Silk..."

The Ghost King in Cold Clothes chuckled softly, covering his mouth at Li Qing's appearance. After teasing her a little, he handed her a set of plain clothes.

This was a winter garment that she had painstakingly crafted, and she immediately asked for a price close to three million Daozhu.

Such a price truly startled Li Qing, but she gritted her teeth and agreed to the ghost king's request.

"But, Ghost King, you will have to wait for several weeks."

"As for what the Ghost King desires, I'm afraid I'll have to make another trip to Lingnan!"

The previous doubts have not yet been resolved. Li Qing still does not know where the peddler went or when he left.

But he clearly remembered that the peddler was a real swindler. He had clearly agreed that Li Qing could choose one of the four items, but at the last moment he suddenly forced her to choose.

You might ask Li Qing to believe it's a coincidence, but even he himself doesn't believe it.

Throughout ancient history, the people of Qishan were the only ones who could have a complex relationship with Li Qing...

When Li Qing saw the ghost bone of the Cui family of Qishan, he probably guessed that the ghost peddler was probably a portrait of an old ghost god in the Qishan region. But was that last drop of black blood the soul blood of a nightmare ghost?
At this moment, Li Qing looked around through the Niwan Palace and found that the originally dark upper dantian Niwan Palace had been completely opened up. Where was the Dharma image of the "White Bone Beauty View" now?
The spell that laid the foundation for Li Qing's soul path had long been broken by the nightmare. At this moment, the upper dantian divine palace was filled with a dark and gloomy atmosphere. The boundless soul pressure transformed into ten thousand rays of morning light, lingering in the divine palace, thus forging a real soul palace.

Only now did Li Qing realize that his Dao foundation had reached a new level. His original Purple Mansion had transformed into a Heavenly Gate, with a radiant light hidden within it, faintly showing the appearance of a Yin God.

On its side, the Xuan Yin Qi flows and changes, like a bottomless black abyss. Beneath the black abyss, the Yin Qi of a hundred wounds and resentments gathers, like a giant whale or kun beast hidden in the abyss. This is the form of the Great Heavenly Black Curse.

Above the divine palace, the six energies converge and myriad energies intertwine to form auspicious clouds and light. Above this is the primordial ancestral energy, also known as the auspicious cloud formation at the top.

The clear distinction between Yin and Yang already represents the rudiments of the Yin-Yang Dao; all that remains is to refine the intent of the Dharma and hone one's cultivation!
"What exactly is this soul blood? Why do I feel that my soul sea and divine sense have become several times stronger?"

"Who exactly is that peddler?!"

Li Qing didn't know what the peddler did in the end, but he vaguely remembered that the man had written a poem praising him in an extremely arrogant way.

Cultivating only one's nature without cultivating one's destiny will lead to countless calamities and the slaughter of immortals and saints!
His words were arrogant and soaring, filled with murderous intent; he hardly sounded like a peddler, but rather like the words of a banished immortal...

(End of this chapter)