Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs has come to life.

This is good.

It began to devour divine souls and grow stronger by devouring divine statues.

That's great!
But this vitality belongs to the Onion People...

Something's not right, it's strange, indescribably strange.

Because using dried tangerine peel as a last resort is just a desperate measure.

I never imagined that this scallion-man could actually survive.

"You like watching Shao Cong, right?"

The scallion-man was shouting, "Anyway, I'm a living eunuch now, so look all you want! I came into this world naked, and I'll leave naked. I'm not afraid of being seen!"

As he spoke, the scallion gritted his teeth and began to grow rapidly upwards.

In the blink of an eye, a bud has grown.

"Come on, look this way!"

"Master, have the Onion Man from the Pure Immortal Temple always been this brave?"

"I guess it's because it's too stressful."

"Without a mother scallion, I'd rather die!"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi nodded: "Okay, I'll grant your wish."

He reached out and grabbed it, breaking the scallion's bud in two.

"what!!!"

Accompanied by a scream.

The scallion man immediately lost his longing for the mother scallion.

Not only did it grow faster, but its expression also became much calmer.

As the scallion grows.

The dust that the statue's eyeballs turned into, as well as the god's soul, were completely swallowed up by the Yellow Springs Yin Soil.

Its size has also increased considerably.

Then, Chen Huangpi ground the entire statue into powder and put it into the pot.

About an hour later.

A huge piece of Yellow Springs Yin Earth was then presented in this Book of Souls.

However, this Yellow Springs Yin Soil is a bit strange.

As if they had eaten too much, everything turned a bright yellow color, and even the water of the Yellow Springs turned into a clear stream.

At first glance, it really looks like a newly cultivated vegetable garden.

"This……"

Chen Huangpi was stunned: "Is this still the Yin Soil of the Underworld? It doesn't feel gloomy at all."

The vengeful spirit beside them fell silent.

As beings of the underworld.

As members of the Underworld race.

It had never seen such a desolate land before, nor such a clear Yellow Springs River.

"Perhaps, maybe, is that so..."

The ghost said dryly, "When it evolves into the underworld, it might be just like what we've seen."

“Master, you stand up first.”

"Let's see if we can make the sun and moon within you manifest."

"Okay, I'll try."

Chen Huangpi leaped and landed on the yellow earth.

However, the sun and moon did not manifest on his body.

"Wait a moment."

Chen Huangpi blinked, and suddenly felt as if he had merged into the Yellow Springs Yin Earth.

"Onion Man, grow taller!"

The words fell to the ground.

The scallion-like figure immediately shot upwards, growing as tall as a bamboo pole.

From childhood to adulthood in one step.

"When the wind blows, the rain comes!"

The clear Yellow Springs Stream immediately became misty, which condensed on the Yin Earth. Soon a strong wind arose, followed by dark clouds and a fine drizzle.

"It's so much fun! It's really fun!"

Chen Huangpi's heart skipped a beat: "Thunder!"

There was a click.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a hair, roared through the dark clouds.

Chen Huangpi was very happy and excited.

He felt that he truly was the master of this Netherworld.

"Stop playing with Chen Huangpi."

The brass oil lamp said, "If this thing can't manifest the sun and moon within your body, then it's just a pretty face. We can't just farm all day, can we?"

"Don't worry, Huang Er!"

Chen Huangpi smiled and pointed at the Yellow Spring Yin Earth beneath his feet: "Transform!"

buzzing...

The earth of the Yellow Springs is trembling.

In just a moment, it shrank rapidly.

Once it grew to the size of a washbasin, the appearance of the Yellow Springs Yin Soil became exactly as Chen Huangpi had seen it.

The earth was gray, and the river water was murky.

It was deathly still and eerily terrifying.

At the same time, an extremely dazzling light appeared on Chen Huangpi's chest.

It was a bright sun and a bright moon.

The sun and moon chase each other.

The scent of dried tangerine peel had become extremely terrifying.

……

at the same time.

It is now late at night outside the Book of Souls.

The red moon hung high in the sky.

The moon and stars are rare.

Inside the Du family's old residence.

Suddenly, Du Rugui felt something and abruptly looked up at the red moon in the night sky.

He was terrified.

The red moon in the sky seemed to be trembling.

But upon closer inspection, the red moon seemed to have remained unchanged.

"Could it be that I am imagining things?"

Du Rugui frowned. Someone as experienced as him, who had seen many big events, could not possibly mistake it for an illusion.

So he took out three copper coins to prepare for divination.

Available in the next second.

The moment he tossed the copper coin.

The three copper coins were returned to his hand.

Furthermore, Du Rugui's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

It was as if time had turned back.

……

the other side.

Inside the old house at the very back of Huangni Lane in Beijing. Bang bang bang…

The sound of hammering echoed intermittently.

Old Huang is forging a sword.

This sword is three feet long and looks quite ordinary.

And it was covered in rust.

At this moment, the neighbor next door couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing forging iron in the middle of the night? Don't you let people get any sleep?"

As soon as these words came out.

Old Huang chuckled and simply threw the iron sword into the furnace.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked into the courtyard like any ordinary old man.

"This kid's asking for trouble again..."

Old Huang shook his head and said, "They insist on figuring out how to use it in a hurry, and they just don't want to wait. It's like they'll climb on the roof and tear off the tiles if you don't discipline them for three days. They need a bamboo stick to treat their itchy skin."

……

And in the mountains hundreds of miles outside the capital.

Led by Chen Yi, the group of guards and deities had arrived at the entrance to the imperial mausoleum.

However, the entrance to the imperial tomb collapsed.

Furthermore, it still bears traces of decay left by fire and sword strikes.

Rumble…

As the gods exerted their great power.

The collapsed opening was removed.

The gods and their guards then entered the imperial mausoleum and witnessed a scene that horrified them.

Everywhere on the ground, one can see the dust that the gods turned into after their deaths.

There were countless severed limbs everywhere, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

This was caused by the dead Golden Core puppet.

Further in, when they reached the altar...

Chen Yi's expression became unusually strange.

The statue of Emperor Da Kang is gone.

"Such powerful sword energy."

A deity closed his eyes, sensing the great battle that had taken place in this place.

Although it doesn't know the specifics.

The lingering aura of sword energy was terrifying.

However, the way of the sword has changed now.

In the Great Kang Dynasty, all cultivators and deities skilled in swordsmanship had to start all over again.

I haven't heard of anyone figuring out a new way to practice kendo yet.

"Could it be someone from the Liu family?"

A deity speculated: "Lord Chen, the Liu family is a family of sword masters. I have heard that the Liu family possesses a sword that was a burial item of an ancient sword cultivator. Perhaps..."

"This is not something you should be talking about."

Chen Yi coldly interrupted: "Doing what His Majesty has ordered is our top priority right now."

Despite saying that, his mind was racing with thoughts.

Previously, the information sent back by the gods from the seven great clans only concerned how to create gods, but the great battle that took place here and the disappearance of the statues were not transmitted back.

Looking at it again now.

Chen Yi felt that it was probably not arranged by His Majesty to keep quiet.

Instead, someone actually broke into this place.

They also wiped out all the deities of the aristocratic families and the deities of the imperial tombs.

However, if we infer it this way...

Could it be that the idol His Majesty used to become a god has also fallen into this person's hands?
The Song family patriarch would only tell them that statues were used to become gods.

No one knows the details of becoming an immortal.

Even the most loyal Chen Yi is the same.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi secretly relayed what he had seen and heard back to the Song family.

Soon, an old voice resounded in his mind.

"Don't worry about it. Just do whatever His Majesty tells you to do."

"Yes, my ancestor."

……

The next morning.

The sun is high in the sky.

Chen Huangpi, however, was drowsy and too sleepy to keep his eyes open.

No reason.

Last night, he played with the Book of Souls all night long.

Not only did they fill the entire Yellow Springs Yin Soil with Onion People, but they also stirred up all sorts of trouble, making it rain or thunder whenever they wanted.

They really gave those green onion people a hard time.

The key is.

In that netherworld, he truly reigns supreme over everything.

He set rules for the people who grow onions.

People need to eat, drink, and sleep, just like everyone else.

"People with scallions are people too!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Everyone needs to eat and sleep, otherwise they will have no energy!"

The brass oil lamp asked him, "Where is the immortal?"

Chen Huangpi replied, "Immortals are also human beings; we should treat everyone the same!"

His Yellow Springs Yin Earth has not yet evolved into the underworld.

Once they evolve, there will naturally be beings equivalent to immortals.

Naturally, we must also abide by the rules he set.

"Chen Huangpi, get up quickly."

"Huang Er, let me sleep a little longer."

Chen Huangpi was yawning from sleepiness and absolutely refused to get out of bed.

Having no other option, the brass oil lamp called out, "Hey! Abbot, what brings you here!"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi sat up abruptly from the bed.

"Master! I didn't sleep in!"

Chen Huangpi instinctively tried to defend himself, but when he looked around and saw no sign of his master, he immediately said angrily, "Huang Er, you've gone bad! You're trying to fool me with Master!"

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes: "The sun's already high in the sky, and you're still not up? You promised to go find Old Man Huang and steal some treasures from his house!"

"What is stealing?"

Chen Huangpi angrily retorted, "Old Huang is a heretic, but isn't he my master? My master's teachings were meant to be passed down to me, and what I'm doing is taking them!"

I was startled by the brass oil lamp.

Chen Huangpi was instantly wide awake. With dark circles under his eyes, he put on his tattered Taoist robe, tilted his head, and staggered out of the room.

Seeing this, a servant asked curiously, "Young Master Huangpi, you've been wearing these clothes for a long time, wouldn't you like to change into something new?"

"Does the Wang family also have Taoist robes?"

"Not really."

“Then I won’t wear it. I’m a Taoist priest, and I should wear a Taoist robe.”

"Alright, what's wrong with your head? Is it a stiff neck? Should we see a doctor?"

"Thank you, but no need."

Chen Huangpi straightened his head and waved his hand, saying, "My master is the best at bone setting. I'll go find him to loosen my bones, and I'll be fine when I get back." (End of Chapter)