Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 294 Lifespan in the Underworld Floats Like Snowflakes
What do you mean by instant sainthood?!
How can becoming a saint on the spot be as satisfying as becoming a demon on the spot?
In the ghost market, the old black-tongued ghost cackled eerily.

He laughed and said, "Becoming a demon is good. All you need to do is give up your life essence and lifespan, and transform all your bloodline and potential into demonic things."

Lady Xie was originally exceptionally talented. She suffered countless hardships in the mortal world and could be said to have seen through all the bitterness of life.

Having experienced the joys and sorrows of life and death, greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment of the mortal world, and possessing a naturally gifted spiritual bone, such a person would have been an exceptional genius for cultivation.

If Lady Xie had encountered a righteous master or been enlightened by a true immortal at that time, perhaps ten years later, the Great Li world would have another Golden Core Immortal.

But fate can be cruel.

Lady Xie never found the right path; instead, she fell into demonic possession.

Moreover, thanks to the treasures left behind by Xie Huaizheng, he has cultivated diligently all the way to this day.

Using her dead child as her backbone, she secretly cultivated herself in the Yuancang River day and night.

Extracting the essence of the water system, it melts together the spiritual energy and resentment at the bottom of the river.

Ten years have passed, and the entire Yuancang River is probably being refined into a dragon by Lady Xie!

The day the dragon is completed will be the day of great calamity for the entire seven prefectures of Tiannan, along with the six counties of Jiangdong.

When a dragon turns over, it will surely cause the Milky Way to overflow, and floods to rage.

At that time, the magnitude of the flood will be so great that it would not be an exaggeration to say it occurs only once every few decades, but perhaps even once every few hundred or thousand years.

How many people across the south and east of the Yangtze River can escape the devastation of this flood?

What is the Great Li Dynasty, what is the vast land, what is the rich and poor, and what are the lives of the people? All will perish under this flood!
People will die, many, many people will die, countless people will die, hahahaha…

The old man with the black tongue raised his neck and laughed again.

As he laughed, his long, black tongue fell down, cascading through the air like a black waterfall.

When he let out his ghostly laugh, the sound was like both the wind and the flowing water.

Crash, rumble—

The emotions of all the ghosts were infected by him.

Immediately, a ghostly voice cheered: "People will die! Many, many people will die! Oh, oh, a great calamity is about to befall the world!"

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

"So what if there's a great calamity on Earth? My Ghost Market will just get more babies! Hehehe..."

"Very well, very well. We died in the flood, how can you not die in the flood?"

Amidst the cheers, a ghost suddenly asked:
"What do you mean you died in a flood? Didn't you die from your long tongue?"

"Nonsense! I clearly died in the flood!"

“But you didn’t die when the flood came. It was only after the flood receded and Xie Qinshi came to help with the disaster relief that you cursed him and that’s when you died.”

"How can swearing kill you? Besides, am I the only one who swears, and you don't?"

"I...you...ah!"

Amidst the noise and howling, a scream suddenly rang out.

It turned out that there was a pale-skinned water ghost who, during the argument, became speechless and suddenly lost his breath, dying on the spot.

"Thirty years! Another thirty years of your Yin lifespan!"

After the pale blue water ghost died, the dark blue number "thirty" rushed straight into the body of the ghost opposite him.

Seeing this, the ghosts were not afraid at all; instead, they cheered loudly once again.

The ghosts howled, and more and more of them turned into wisps of smoke, perishing on the spot amidst the various arguments—

Among these, many ghosts, after losing their lives, had their lifespans transferred to the Black Tongue Old Ghost.

As the old black-tongued ghost howled, it stretched out its abyss-like black tongue and licked away more and more of the Yin Life Force. From its belly, it uttered a voice that kept guiding: "A great calamity will befall the human world. When the human world suffers disaster, my Netherworld's golden age will arrive."

"Gentlemen, please think about this again. What do you all think? Is it truly possible for that Lady Xie to transform into a dragon?"

The ghosts immediately cheered again: "Yes! It can definitely be done!"

The more they cheer, the more they agree with what the old man with the black tongue said.

Since it is a heartfelt and willing acceptance, it is no different from admitting defeat and willingly conceding defeat.

In the Long-Tongued Ghost Market, once someone expresses submission during a debate, it is equivalent to giving up their own lifespan.

In the blink of an eye, rows and rows of lifespan numbers floated toward the black-tongued old ghost.

In a short while, "thirty years," "fifty years," "twenty years," "eleven years," and many other years of lifespan drifted into the body of the Black Tongue Old Ghost.

This old ghost was originally seven feet tall, but his height was only average, and his back was even somewhat hunched.

But as streams of Yin Life Force entered his body, his size increased at a rate visible to the naked eye in the blink of an eye.

From seven feet to eight feet, and even trending towards nine feet.

His originally bent back straightened up, and his entire ghostly form gradually acquired a majestic aura.

The old man with the black tongue laughed triumphantly, his mouth still gesturing wildly.

"Everyone, when Lady Xie has successfully transformed into a dragon, we will return to the mortal realm to lend her a helping hand!"
To stir up this stagnant world, to shatter the filthy dust of the mortal realm, and to send all those who are high above and have exploited the people to rot in the mud.

Jie Jie Jie..."

The laughter spread unrestrainedly, and it seemed to be drifting further and further away.

Further away, more ghosts were startled, and there seemed to be signs that they were about to drift in this direction.

Suddenly, amidst the chaotic horde of ghosts, one ghost twitched its nose and exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on? Why does it smell so good?"

Some ghosts suddenly twitched their long tongues and slurped, "Fragrant! So fragrant! It's making my heart itch, oh dear, my tongue... oh oh oh..."

Suddenly, the tongue straightened and stretched out, as if it had turned into a rope, and it seemed as if an invisible hand was grasping the front of the rope—

The long-tongued demon was pulled by its tongue by an invisible hand, and its entire body leaned forward as it ran.

After running for a few breaths, they saw a stall at the front of the street.

A strangely shaped, chubby, short ghost squatted beside the stall.

The short man held a tray in his palm, and the tray opened its mouth wide, shouting:

"Forget-Me-Not Soup, fragrant and delicious Forget-Me-Not Soup, come and smell it as you pass by, if it doesn't smell good, then don't buy it!"

If it smells really good, then praise it. Hehehe..."

The tray ghost shouted loudly.

Behind the stall, a small armored figure sat cross-legged in mid-air.

The armored figure had a solemn expression and remained silent.

A long spear lay across the little man's knees, and he was clad in armor with scales clearly visible, yet he exuded an imposing aura.

The long-tongued ghost's tongue kept twitching, unable to control the urge to swallow its saliva or the urge to praise.

"It smells so good! What kind of soup is this? What kind of soup is this? I...I...give me a bowl!"

As soon as the voice fell, before the soup of forgetfulness was served, the long-tongued ghost who had ordered a bowl suddenly went limp and turned into a pile of sand, collapsing to the ground.

At the same time, the two characters "Fifteen" in dark blue rose from his body and suddenly floated towards the tray ghost.

(End of this chapter)