Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 310 The Onion-Growing Man of the Underworld

In the Yellow Spring Domain.

Yellowish mist filled the air, embedding within it countless souls, their faces charred beyond recognition by fire.

Chen Huangpi killed the gods.

His soul was then captured by the Soul-Hooking Book.

To put it another way, if Chen Huangpi were a hunter, then the spirits would be the symbol of a bountiful harvest.

But for dried tangerine peel...

This Soul-Hooking Book is basically used to store all sorts of random junk, serving as a warehouse.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi's mind manifested in the Soul-Hooking Book.

He looked around and saw a huge statue of a god floating in the air, as well as the strange and bizarre things that Yi Qingzhou's corpse had given him, which were the same strange and bizarre things that the thin and evil monster had given him.

And, in the master's dantian world, there is a fragment of a stone tablet inscribed with eight large characters: "The master is before the Dao, the practitioner is after the Dao."

"Chenhuangpi, Chenhuangpi".

The brass oil lamp pointed at the statue and exclaimed, "This statue is so big, while your Yellow Springs Yin Soil is only the size of a fist. Are you really going to stuff it all in?"

"Let's cut off just a little bit first."

Chen Huangpi said, "After all, the statue of the Great Kang Emperor is a hybrid, while my Yellow Spring Yin Soil is pure. If we mix them up, it won't be pure anymore."

The statue of Emperor Dakang was made from a powder similar to yellow mud and various strange stones.

But the Yellow Springs Yin Earth is different.

His patch of earth is probably the only truly pristine, unpolluted soil in the world, the primordial soil of the underworld.

There is a chance that they will be reborn in the underworld.

As he spoke, Chen Huangpi had a sudden thought.

The enormous statue instantly moved over.

At the same time, there was also a pickaxe that had been thrown into the Book of Souls.

This pickaxe was obtained from the Yin spirit. It is unknown what material it was made of. Although it does not have any extraordinary abilities, it is sturdy enough. Its main feature is that as long as you have enough strength, you can even break a mountain.

Apart from the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

In a sense, Chen Huangpi actually prefers this stuff.

Thump!
The fox mountain god, watching Chen Huangpi hurl a hoe at the top of the statue of Emperor Dakang, felt its eyelids twitch wildly at the sight of the ferocious attack.

Although at present, the Fox Mountain God has become something between a god and a cultivator.

Or rather, it could be considered some kind of mythical beast.

But it was once a deity, a deity created by the Taoists of Jingxian Temple.

The statue of the Great Kang Emperor, which has not yet been consecrated, evokes a complex emotion in it, as if it sees its kind suffering.

"Chen Huangpi, his head is empty."

The fox mountain god exclaimed, "The outer layer is made of clay, and the brain inside is made of molten stone. Gouge out his eyeballs; those things are solid. It would be good to feed them to the Yellow Springs Yin Soil."

"oh oh."

Chen Huangpi responded.

The fox mountain god understands the structure of these created statues best.

I didn't know any better, but when I hit the skull with a hoe, all that was inside was molten stone, which looked disgusting.

So he thumped twice.

They directly chiseled off the statue's eyes.

Although it is said to have two eyes, the actual size of the chisel is about half the size of a house.

"Ah Gui, catch it!"

"Yes, Master."

The vengeful spirit revealed its true form, holding an eyeball of a deity in each hand, and then, from its elevated position, carefully placed it towards the fist-sized patch of Netherworld Soil below.

And the dried tangerine peel, the brass oil lamp, and the fox mountain god.

The three things all stared wide-eyed, eagerly forming a circle.

To their disappointment...

The Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs remained unchanged.

Even when it came into contact with the statue's eyeball, the scene of it devouring and strengthening itself as imagined did not occur.

"How could this be?"

"It shouldn't be like that."

"Wait a little longer?"

The three of them stared at each other, completely baffled.

The vengeful spirit was also somewhat at a loss.

As time passes little by little.

The situation remains the same.

"Let's grind it into powder and see!"

Chen Huangpi's face turned red. He didn't even need his beloved pickaxe anymore. He clenched his fist and pounded it into the eyeball of the statue. When he stretched out his arm, he had already grasped a large piece of yellow mud.

He squeezed hard.

Fine dust slipped through the gaps between his palms.

However, the Yin Earth of the Underworld still showed no reaction.

Seeing this, the fox mountain god couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that the wild boar can't eat fine bran?"

“Bold!!!”

Chen Huangpi angrily said, "I won't allow you to speak of my Yellow Springs Yin Soil like that!"

He is now the true ruler of the Yellow Springs and Yin Earth.

Although the territory is too small.

But cursing the Yellow Springs Underworld is cursing him.

Naturally, he couldn't save face.

The fox mountain god chuckled and said, "Chen Huangpi, don't be angry. It was just my sharp tongue. After all, you live in the Yellow Springs Yin Soil, where you don't even eat coarse grains. So you certainly can't be compared to the wild boar."

It is ground into powder, which is fine bran.

If it's not ground into powder, it's definitely whole grain.

It would have been better if it hadn't said anything; mentioning Chen Huangpi only made it more depressed.

This is even worse than a wild boar.

"Something's wrong."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost frowned and said, "Logically speaking, since this statue uses the same method of refining deities as the Pure Immortal Temple, even though the yellow clay dust is of slightly lower quality, it is still from the same source and flows together. Could it be that we have overlooked something?"

"That's why the Yellow Springs Yin Earth isn't interested?"

"What's missing?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "The Yellow Springs Yin Soil was given to me by my cousin. It is meant to evolve into the real underworld. It doesn't devour the statues of gods, perhaps because it looks down on them, or perhaps it simply doesn't have that ability."

"How about we put some of your soul inside?"

The brass oil lamp thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it said that the more people die, the faster the Yellow Springs Yin Soil will be formed? Although we don't have many souls in our hands now, it would be a waste to keep them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi looked at the ghost that was about to take his life.

The vengeful spirit understood, and a flash of black and red blood-red light passed through its eyes.

Those divine souls embedded in the mist instantly appeared in front of Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi reached out and grabbed.

He then pulled out several orbs of light, mostly memories and fragments of weapons used by gods. "Smash the memories into your head."

A flood of information rushed through Chen Huangpi's mind.

"It turns out that these gods are forces secretly cultivated by the seven great clans."

"The seven powerful clans also want to be emperors..."

"And the Song family, doesn't the Song family still owe me two mountains of copper coins?"

"What do I owe you? You slaughtered the entire Song family in Xuzhou City, so the debt is long gone."

"Huang Er, why do you always tell the truth?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "I'm already furious and just looking forward to venting my anger. How can I possibly cause them any trouble after you say that?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see if this soul is useful."

The brass oil lamp didn't care about the Song family or anything like that; it had already been sent to its maternal grandparents' house.

All it wants to know now is what exactly is going on with this Yellow Springs Yin Soil?

Is he even more useless than me?
"go!!!"

Chen Huangpi pointed at the divine soul.

The latter instantly fell into the Yellow Springs Yin Earth.

This made Chen Huangpi extremely happy.

He lowered his head and took a closer look.

Then they saw that the pitifully small drop of water from the Yellow Springs seemed to have gained an incredibly tiny shadow, while the size of the drop of water from the Yellow Springs remained unchanged.

Chen Huangpi was disappointed: "It's still no use. The water of the Yellow Springs doesn't absorb the soul."

“Ah Gui, this is completely different from the Yellow Springs Yin Land you mentioned.”

Chen Huangpi looked at the Soul-Reaping Ghost and said helplessly, "The statue is useless, and the soul is useless. I'm afraid this Yellow Spring Yin Soil is of no use to me for the time being."

"There's not enough water; I drank it all in one gulp but it still didn't quench my thirst."

"The soil isn't very thick, and it doesn't keep you full for long after you eat it."

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp and the fox mountain god were secretly astonished.

Listen, is this still human talk?
You could drink the Yellow Springs dry in one gulp and still not quench your thirst?
Is this still the ruler of the Yellow Springs Yin Earth?
Even a tyrant wouldn't do something like this.

The ghost pondered for a moment, then said in an enigmatic tone, "Could it be that this Yellow Springs Yin Land is devoid of life?"

The Yellow Springs and Yin Earth are said to be the place where living beings die and are reincarnated.

But in reality, it's a vibrant place.

From the very first born Yin Emperor, the Yellow Springs Yin Land has nurtured countless beings of the underworld.

The Netherworld Clan, the Child of the Divine Listener, and all sorts of other strange creatures...

“The Lord is now dead in this Netherworld.”

The Death-Taking Ghost frowned and said, "Only when it has life can it be alive. Only then can it gradually grow stronger, and the rules of life and death cycle will begin to appear."

"But where can we find creatures from the Netherworld now?"

Chen Huangpi tilted his head and said to the ghost, "Ah ghost, aren't you a creature from the Yellow Springs Yin Land?"

"I don't count."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost shook its head and said, "I am actually already the spirit of the Soul-Reaping Book, and I am a being born from the Yellow Springs. Even if I succeed, I will only occupy one part of it, and the Yin Earth will still be dead."

"What about dried tangerine peel?"

The fox mountain god asked curiously, "Didn't Chen Huangpi drain the Yellow Springs and devour the Yin Earth? The ferryman even said he was also part of the Yellow Springs Yin Earth. Would burying him there work?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi was stunned.

The brass oil lamp and the ghostly figure were also utterly shocked as they stared at the fox mountain god.

"It still has to be you, Fox Mountain God!"

The brass oil lamp gave a thumbs-up, revealing an expression of utmost admiration.

"The Yellow Springs Yin Soil is only this small."

"How could Chen Huangpi be a creature from the Yellow Springs Yin Soil? And you even buried him there, could he even fit?"

"And I'm dead!"

Chen Huangpi said speechlessly, "Master said that I would have a great calamity when I was eighteen years old. Only after I passed through it could I truly come back to life. What's the use of burying me in there?"

"If you ask me, planting some underworld flowers and plants would be more appropriate."

"Where are we going to find flowers and herbs from the underworld?"

The fox mountain god said speechlessly, "I think this Yin Emperor is disgusting by giving us this piece of Yellow Spring Yin Soil. If we ignore it, this thing can evolve into the underworld. If we do something about it, there's nothing we can do."

"Looks good but is useless..."

"It's not even as good as that vegetable garden behind our Jingxian Temple."

"If I had known the Ten Thousand Mountains were going to be closed, I would have dug up that piece of land and taken it with me. It's already spring, and the next season's vegetables haven't even been planted yet..."

At this point, the fox mountain god paused for a moment: "Why are you all silent? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Chen Huangpi swallowed hard and said, "Fox Mountain God, you just said you wanted to grow vegetables, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

The fox mountain god found it strange that after he went to Jingxian Temple, he had been the one taking care of the vegetable garden, cleaning the temple, and serving tea and water to the abbot.

Chen Huangpi spends all his time going out and messing around.

If it weren't for me, even eating would be a huge problem for this family.

"Try it if all else fails!"

The vengeful spirit gritted its teeth and said, "Fox Mountain God, you have seeds, right? Plant them!"

"what?"

"What do you mean 'huh'? Just plant it because I told you to!"

"But those vegetable seeds have nothing to do with the Yellow Springs Yin Soil... Okay, okay, I'll plant them, I'll plant them, alright!"

The fox mountain god had no choice. Judging from the posture of Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, if it didn't plant them, it would plant them in itself.

Ever since.

Full of complaints.

The fox mountain god then took out the vegetable seeds from the vegetable garden behind the Pure Immortal Temple.

"The Yellow Springs Yin Soil is only the size of a fist. Should I plant melons or chili peppers? Forget it, let's plant scallions instead. These things are very resilient."

As he spoke, the fox mountain god picked out the seeds of the scallion man and buried them in the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs.

A fist-sized patch of Netherworld Soil, covered in dust.

The seed was planted, but nothing happened.

Seeing this, the fox mountain god couldn't help but say, "See? I told you there wasn't..."

next second.

Its eyes widened.

Suddenly, the dust covering the Yellow Springs Earth trembled.

Then, it slowly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A pointed, bright green onion sprouted out.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a scallion before? Ugh, where am I? Why am I the only scallion here? Spring is here, how am I supposed to reproduce and expand the scallion family?!"

"Father, Mother, your unfilial son is going to become a living eunuch!"

The man with the scallion immediately burst into tears, clutching his head.

(End of this chapter)