Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 41 An Sheng: So, let's start evading taxes!
An Sheng was well aware of the exorbitant taxes and levies imposed by the Nine Netherworlds.

The ferry steamboat slowly passed through the Gates of Hell, and the twilight gradually deepened. The mountains stretched endlessly, and in the center of Chongquan, shrouded in gray smoke, stood an enormous stone tablet.

The stone tablet is pitch black, reflecting the three characters "Yin Yang Dao" (the Way of Yin and Yang) on ​​it, which are written in a winding, twisting style, with the ink flowing and swirling.

Countless guards stood on either side of the monument.

Beyond this area lies the Emon Yudo.

Before the restoration of harmony, it was also known as the Ghost Gate and the Netherworld.

"One is a Foundation Establishment Level 5 cultivator, and the other is a Qi Refining Level 10 cultivator."

The City God, who was in charge of registration, recorded the information in his notebook. He was also wearing an administrative robe, but in a light color, and was one rank lower than Judge Cui.

The City God glanced coldly at An Sheng and Mei Yun and said, "According to regulations, any living being crossing the border must pay a 15% customs duty."

Mei Yun looked worried; this tariff was outrageous.

Passing the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam is already difficult enough.
To have 15% of one's cultivation taken away just to pass through this checkpoint is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

We must find a way to smuggle ourselves out!

"I have a plan."

Mei Yun pulled An Sheng aside and whispered,
"Brother An, have you ever heard of 'cultivation empowerment'?"

"You should first transfer all your cultivation power to me, so that you won't have to pay customs duties when your cultivation level drops to zero; after you go inside, I will then transfer all my cultivation power to Brother An."

"After we both enter the gates of hell, we will each take away our own cultivation."

An Sheng shook his head. "That's not appropriate. Transferring cultivation levels also requires paying taxes."

This method of smuggling is too low-level and too common; the City God could see through it at a glance.

We need to use a more extreme approach.

“The City God said that any ‘living being’ needs to pay taxes to pass through,” An Sheng said, his eyes gleaming. “That means that corpses do not need to pay taxes to pass through.”

"We can die first, let our souls leave our bodies, and then have the Immortal Sword Express mail our corpses into the country."

"After entering the country, the soul returns to the body."

Mei Yun felt that An Sheng's words made some sense, but there was a fatal problem. He frowned.

"But I've heard that some soul cultivators prefer to possess the bodies of young, dashing, and handsome corpses."

"Both of us are so young, dashing, and handsome. What if our package is fraudulently claimed?"

After hearing Mei Yun's words, An Sheng also fell silent.

Mei Yun's words were not an exaggeration; he should indeed be more careful.

"I'll let it go, but why are you worried about being possessed?" he asked curiously.

Mei Yun, her face covered by a black cloth, said, "I follow the path of a cold, masked swordsman."

Mei Yun disdained arguing with An Sheng; he calmly considered how to solve the problem.

"I can randomly connect all the meridians of my spiritual energy, so that when a soul cultivator possesses my body, he will not be able to control it immediately."

Can I change the body's key bindings?
An Sheng thought about it and felt it was inappropriate, since the soul cultivator would be able to adapt to the new body quickly.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and came up with a solution.

"I have a plan."

An Sheng smiled confidently, "Since transporting large, complete machines is easy for soul cultivators to possess, we can transport the individual parts in multiple batches."

"In this way, the hands, feet, head, and internal organs are cut off, and transported into the gates of hell in multiple batches. Finally, you just need to put them back together yourself."

Mei Yun thought An Sheng's words made a lot of sense, and he nodded in admiration. Sure enough, Brother An Sheng's mind was more flexible.

When assembling the parts,
We need to find a way to attach his head to our own neck.

Brother Ansheng, this is not my fault. This is how it has always been in the cultivation of the demonic path!

Mei Yun looked at An Sheng's head and chuckled softly. From now on, this would be her brain.

When assembling the parts,
We must find a way to force his innate sword body to our necks. Brother Mei Yun, don't blame me; this is how demonic cultivation has always been!

An Sheng looked at Mei Yun's body and chuckled softly. From now on, this would be his innate sword body.

Judge Cui looked at the pair of brilliant minds and their young talents, and cold sweat poured down his back.

After all that, I still had to assemble it myself.

These two appeared normal on the surface, but in reality, they were both mentally unstable, which explained why they were sentenced to the second level; especially the Impermanent Demon Child, who was really enthusiastic when discussing dismemberment.

It's a real shame that An Sheng didn't go to the Corpse Soul Sect; he's such a talented individual.

"cough."

Judge Cui coughed helplessly, interrupting their smuggling plan, "Lord Li will pay the customs duties for you this time."

He walked towards the City God, wearing an administrative robe, and the surrounding guards quickly made way for him; Cui Yu bent down and whispered a few words in the City God's ear.

After hearing Judge Cui's words, the City God, who had been expressionless, now had a clear look of respect in his eyes.

The look in his eyes as he looked at An Sheng and Mei Yun was clearly filled with more respect. He didn't even bother with registration and quickly signaled his men to open the gate and let them in.

After Judge Cui returned, he handed two tokens to An Sheng and Mei Yun respectively, explaining that...

"This is the Guardian Token. Drip your blood onto the token, and it will connect with your divine consciousness, thus protecting you."

"The token has two functions: communication and tax payment."

"Only those who possess this token can travel in the Second Domain. If the token is lost or expires due to overdue tax payments, the holder will be regarded as a wandering ghost by the Nine Netherworlds and will fall into the Nine Springs."

An Sheng dripped his blood onto the token, and his divine sense rippled, connecting with the token.

【quiet】

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 10]

Tax amount: 8%

[Next cultivation tax due date: 30 days]

The above text then appeared on the token.

If the Fengdu project is not completed within a month, 40% of the cultivation points earned in that month will be required to pay.

Of course, if you don't improve your cultivation level even by one level this month, you don't need to pay taxes.

8% of zero is also zero.

In his previous life, An Sheng was a scapegoat who ended up in jail, a true example of the underhanded path of cultivation, exploiting this loophole. Most of his cultivation was exhausted at the end of the month, used to extend his physical lifespan.

After living for over a thousand years, he will be released from prison and ascend to heaven to enjoy bliss.

But this time, facing an 110,000-year prison sentence, An Sheng can no longer continue his path of cultivation.

He was eager to exchange for the Nascent Soul Technique. As long as he didn't cultivate immortality within the Nine Netherworld, he might be able to pay a personal cultivation tax.

Mei Yun also took the token, and when he heard that it was to be 'blood-binding', he immediately panicked.

"Can other bodily fluids be used?"

Mei Yun asked Judge Cui with a worried expression.

With that kind of guts, they think they can smuggle themselves out by dismembering someone?
Judge Cui sighed helplessly; he had truly had enough of these supernatural beings.

"Why don't you give it a shot? As the saying goes, one drop of blood is worth ten drops of blood," An Sheng offered Mei Yun valuable advice. "The ingredients of these two are very similar, why don't you give it a try?"

"Stop, you beast! There's facial recognition! There's facial recognition!"

Judge Cui hurriedly called out, pulling up the facial recognition on his token and pointing it at Mei Yun's face, which was covered by a black cloth, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Take off the black cloth on your head, look at the camera, and don't do anything funny!"

We just registered it in Vice Minister Li's name. If word gets out, where will that leave Lord Li's reputation?

He was genuinely afraid that these mischievous children would pull off some more tricks!

(End of this chapter)