Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 338 Short-lived Species vs. Long-lived Species (6k)

At this moment.

In another part of Ganyuan.

The brass oil lamp was cursing and swearing, "Gan Yuan, Gan Yuan, Gan's mother's Yuan! We've been walking for so long, but it feels like we've been standing still the whole time!"

Ever since I entered this Ganyuan.

Chen Huangpi then sensed something and decided to go to the place where the Six Yin Gods emerged.

And that place is in the deepest part of this Ganyuan.

Although the brass oil lamp was afraid and thought the place was terrifying and not a good place to go, it was still a problem.

But Chenhuangpi needs to produce the Six Yin Gods.

This is what the abbot said. He has already lost his Yin-Yang balance. If he does not produce the Six Yin Spirits, then he cannot continue to cultivate the Five Organs Refining Spirit Method, otherwise something bad will definitely happen.

Therefore, even with countless difficulties.

The brass oil lamp would follow Chen Huangpi on his adventures.

As for the danger.

I think there might be a problem with the brass oil lamp, but if we're careful, we should be fine.

After all, they hadn't encountered a single evil spirit along the way.

At this moment, "Chen Huangpi" whispered, "Keep your voice down, Huang Er. We'll be there soon. If you keep shouting like this, you might attract the evil spirits here, and that could lead to something terrible."

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp immediately looked around guiltily.

It was dark all around.

It can't see anything.

Even their own lamps couldn't provide light.

This was the first time it had ever encountered such a situation in its life.

Who knows what evil might be lurking in the darkness?

Moreover, we must be careful when heading to the deepest part of this abyss; even if we are very agitated, we must endure it.

"Did you hear that, Old Man Du?"

The brass oil lamp said, "I'm talking to you. Don't shout. You're not young anymore, yet you're so unsteady."

"Huang Er, you are truly shameless."

Du Rugui gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not like you. When have I ever shouted like that?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, so he simply shut his mouth.

Ever since I entered this Ganyuan.

He felt an indescribable sense of fear.

This is not some kind of spiritual insight.

Rather, it was his expertise in divination, a skill he developed over time, a feeling he cultivated whenever he had a problem.

Something just doesn't feel right.

The more Chen Huangpi led them forward, the more terrified they became.

It was as if something terrifying was hidden in the deepest part of that abyss.

Do not……

exactly.

Everything about Gan Yuan filled him with dread.

Think of this.

As soon as the idea came to Du Rugui, he took out a whip from his sleeve.

This whip was woven from the hair from the severed finger of an immortal.

There are two in total.

One is with his elder brother, Du Shenwei, and the other is in his hand.

Du Rugui frowned and urged the whip on. The end of the whip split into two, then into four, and the whips searched around him like tentacles.

This time.

His tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Old Du, what are you doing?"

The sound of the brass oil lamp echoed in Du Rugui's heart.

The latter replied helplessly in his heart: "This whip of mine is called the Spirit-Striking Whip. It can sense anything with a spirit, and evil spirits also have spirits, so I thought I should take precautions against them."

The brass oil lamp was surprised: "I thought your whip was just a magic weapon, but I didn't expect it to have this kind of use."

"What, you've taken a fancy to it?"

"Are you kidding me? Do you think I'd even be interested in something like this?"

The brass oil lamp sneered, "I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp. Do you even know what it means to be close to the Dao? It's just that I'm not human. Otherwise, I would pluck a hair from my leg and give it to you. That would be better than this thing."

"I don't want to."

Du Rugui scoffed, "Even if I had to choose, I'd want the Golden Heavenly Lamp. What use would I have for your Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp?"

"why?"

"Because you guys said Huang Yi's ranking is higher than yours, right?"

"Oh dear, they just don't understand, that's why they're talking nonsense."

The brass oil lamp explained, "Don't be fooled by Huang Yi's seemingly higher ranking than mine. In reality, its potential has been exhausted, and it's a heartless creature. It's long gone, chasing after the Flying Immortal Diagram."

"I'm different; I have unlimited potential!"

"Besides, I've always been by the Abbot's side, accompanying Chen Huangpi as he grew up. Don't you understand? In the Abbot's heart, I, Huang Er, am his proudest creation!"

"Hehe, but you and Huang Yi are like a lamp."

"You fart!"

The brass oil lamp flew into a rage. Its two hands, which were wrapped around Du Rugui's shoulders, immediately reached up and grabbed his neck, threatening, "Old man Du, you apologize to this lamp right now, or I'll send you to see Huang Yi!"

Du Rugui sneered incessantly, not uttering a single word in response.

This brass oil lamp is a bit shameless.

But it's not inherently that bad.

He is not an ungrateful person.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, the brass oil lamp became even more annoyed.

If I had known my memory would return, I wouldn't have bragged.

You shouldn't blow it for several days in a row.

Now even Old Man Du knows what words to use to insult himself.

And at this moment.

The brass oil lamp suddenly seemed to sense something.

“Hey, did you hear that? There seems to be something behind us.”

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Huang Er, you must have misheard. There was no sound. Let's move forward quickly."

The brass oil lamp said, "No, I couldn't have misheard. There really was a sound, and it sounded very familiar, like footsteps. Someone is running quickly toward us."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi raised an eyebrow and listened attentively.

"It seems sinister!"

"Eerie?"

The brass oil lamp was startled: "Are you sure it's an evil spirit? I feel like it's a person."

"You're not feeling it."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand and said, "Ever since I entered Ganyuan, I've felt a certain resonance with this place. You know, I'm naturally gifted with supernatural abilities, so I can sense things that you can't."

"Hurry up and leave, don't let that evil creature catch up with us."

After saying that, Chen Huangpi took the lead and rushed forward.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp had no choice but to follow suit.

At the same time, it did not forget to bring Du Rugui along.

Du Rugui was only a Nascent Soul cultivator. After his immortal energy was drained, he had long lost his former ability to appear and disappear unpredictably.

Moreover, this place is eerie.

The brass oil lamp could tell he was struggling to walk, so naturally it didn't want him to fall behind.

The atmosphere grew increasingly quiet.

But at this moment.

Du Rugui suddenly paused.

"Old Du, what's going on?"

"Immortal aura..."

"It seems to be my immortal aura."

Du Rugui couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him.

But behind him was pitch black and there was nothing to be seen.

However, he did sense the presence of immortal energy. Although Xuan Yangzi had drawn it away, he had refined it over countless years.

Although invisible.

But it's just like the spells cast by a cultivator.

I can sense the general situation no matter what.

Now, Du Rugui felt his immortal energy rushing towards him, but something seemed off about it; it seemed much more abundant than before.

"It seems the little thief from the Intercepting Heaven Sect followed us into Ganyuan!"

The brass oil lamp squinted and sneered, "Since they've come all this way, let's make sure they don't leave alive. We can extract that immortal energy and return it to you, Old Man Du."

However, Chen Huangpi whispered, "Huang Er, there's no need to get entangled with Xuan Yangzi. The most important thing right now is to release the Six Yin Gods. We can deal with this person after this is over."

Having said that, he continued walking deeper into the area without stopping.

Upon seeing this, Du Rugui agreed, saying, "Indeed, this place is strange; avoiding battle is the best course of action."

Although Old Man Du actually wanted to get his immortal energy back.

However, he is not someone who cannot distinguish between primary and secondary matters.

Ganyuan is not a good place to go.

If a major battle were to take place here, no one knows whether it might draw out something hidden in the shadows.

However, the brass oil lamp did not move.

Du Rugui felt the two slender arms gripping him tighten and couldn't help but urge, "Huang Er, why aren't you leaving?"

The brass oil lamp remained silent.

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Huang Er, don't let a small thing cause you to lose a big one."

"To lose sight of the bigger picture?"

The brass oil lamp suddenly laughed: "What a fine example of losing the big picture for the small thing, Chen Huangpi! When did you learn the principle of weighing pros and cons?"

As it spoke, it subtly tugged at Du Rugui.

The latter froze, immediately sensing the awkward atmosphere, and quietly retreated to the side of the brass oil lamp.

Chen Huangpi said, "People always grow. You and I have been through so much. If I still act recklessly as before, wouldn't people laugh at me?"

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately I don't listen."

The brass oil lamp nodded, then breathed a mouthful of real fire at the voice.

Although it is invisible.

But it could sense that the yellow peel in the darkness had dodged its true fire.

Du Rugui's expression shifted: "Huang Er, this Chen Huangpi..."

"Fake, obviously fake!"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi paused in the darkness, then a helpless voice rang out.

"How did you find out?"

"Is my weakness really that obvious?"

This counterfeit Chenhuangpi is truly incomprehensible.

They are not evil.

Moreover, they are of one mind and share the same thoughts, like a whole.

They transformed into brass oil lamps and Chen Huangpi, blending in separately. Their communication was seamless; their kind deceived Chen Huangpi, learning information about the brass oil lamps from him.

The fake Chen here uses this information to disguise himself.

He wanted to appear to be extremely knowledgeable about brass oil lamps.

Their methods are extremely strange; in this pitch-black, boundless abyss, it's safe to say that no one could distinguish between the real and the fake.

Unexpectedly, they first suffered a setback with Chen Huangpi.

Now, the same inexplicable discovery has been made in front of the brass oil lamp.

Du Rugui was terrified.

He didn't know when the dried tangerine peel had been switched.

They were even more terrified by this fake Chen, who wanted to lead them to the deepest part of the place, and they didn't know what his purpose was.

If it weren't for the brass oil lamp that discovered it in time...

It seems that once we arrive at our destination, it will be the end of us.

The brass oil lamp sneered, "A fake is a fake. You can imitate Chen Huangpi's appearance and his voice, but you can never imitate his personality."

"Weighing the pros and cons can lead to losing sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains."

"If he's that kind of person, how come so many people like him?"

The brass oil lamp knows Chen Huangpi's personality all too well.

Thieves like to take things seriously.

Moreover, he doesn't care about right or wrong; he only cares about the present. As for whether it will cause any huge trouble later, he'll deal with that later.

Du Rugui helped Chen Huangpi a lot.

Now that he's almost become a monster, regardless of the weight of favors received, even the smallest ones, Chen Huangpi remembers clearly, though he may not say it. At that moment, Xuan Yangzi arrived from behind.

Given Chen Huangpi's personality, he wouldn't waste any words; he would immediately draw his sword and rush over to return the immortal energy to Du Rugui.

This fake Chen is far too composed.

The brass oil lamp was so sturdy that it made me feel nauseous and disgusted.

"Cerebral palsy, daring to impersonate my brother!"

The brass oil lamp opened its mouth to curse, and at the same time, the oil inside its body suddenly burst into flames, shooting out from its eyes and transforming into a vast net of fire that directly covered it.

It didn't intend to kill this fake Chen.

Since the whereabouts of Chen Huangpi are currently unknown, it's estimated that we'll have to start with this thing to find it.

We must capture them alive!
But at this moment.

A sword aura slashed out from the darkness.

Furthermore, the familiar sound of the sword's cry left the brass oil lamp speechless.

Its massive net of true fire was actually cleaved through by a single sword strike.

Moreover, the sound of that sword was clearly the sound of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

This imposter not only imitated Chen Huangpi's appearance, but also his methods were exactly the same, which was extremely bizarre.

In the darkness, the fake Chen's voice rang out.

"Next time, I'll do it even better."

Having said that, he disappeared into the darkness.

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp felt a surge of anger, but Gan Yuan was practically a protector of such a monstrous thing; once he disappeared into the darkness, he could never find him again.

"Damn it, this is infuriating!"

The brass oil lamp was furious, feeling utterly aggrieved.

As the most yin and evil of all under heaven, when has the Nine Netherworld Lamp ever suffered such humiliation?
No matter how powerful the evil is, it cannot escape its discerning eyes.

But it just couldn't do anything about the ghostly things in the Ganyuan Abyss.

Du Rugui asked anxiously, "What should we do now? Chen Huangpi isn't here. Aren't we both doomed?"

"What are you talking about?"

The brass oil lamp said angrily, "Just because he's not here, does that mean I can't protect you? Let me kill that Xuan Yangzi first. This brat dared to come here to die, so I can vent my anger."

Its current strength is not particularly great.

But dealing with Xuan Yangzi shouldn't be too difficult, given his unpredictable and strange abilities.

Besides, the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark; we can just launch a sneak attack and take his life!

"But I feel like there are two Xuan Yangzi..."

"Then ambush him twice!"

……

At this moment.

Xuan Yangzi encountered the greatest life-or-death crisis of his life.

First, they inexplicably fell into this abyss.

He saw the road.

The road from Ganyuan to Tanggu.

Then, his junior brothers started acting strangely.

At first, he didn't think anything of it.

But out of the blue, they stumbled upon Du Rugui being chased by Chen Huangpi.

Du Rugui had three flames on his shoulder.

Without a second thought, he led his fellow disciples forward and together they killed Chen Huangpi on the spot. Afterwards, they learned a method from Du Rugui.

This method is a closely guarded secret of the Heavenly Worshiping Spirits.

It is called the Fire Worship Ritual.

After he began his cultivation, he acquired a three-foot-long spiritual fire that could illuminate his surroundings.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

This three-foot-long spiritual fire could not be extinguished.

Looking at the other junior disciples, they all thought this was normal. Isn't this kind of evil method the charlatan who worships the spirit heaven most skilled at?

This made Xuan Yangzi feel increasingly uneasy.

Thinking back on how I killed Chen Huangpi, it seems a bit too easy.

He can only draw his sword and unleash sword energy.

He didn't use any of the skills he once had, where he was one with his sword and could effortlessly execute all kinds of sword formations.

"Is that dried tangerine peel fake?"

It was after this thought popped into his head that Xuan Yangzi began to doubt his fellow disciples.

He asked some probing questions.

But surprisingly, no one could answer it...

Therefore, he realized that in this abyss, only he could be trusted, and all the other beings he saw were likely fake.

Xuan Yangzi went on a killing spree.

As it turned out, his idea was correct.

Now, Xuan Yangzi is hunting down something that looks exactly like him.

He needs to figure out what's going on here.

What exactly do these ghostly things want to do by transforming into my appearance?

If they want to kill me.

Why didn't they act from the beginning? Even after they discovered it, they weren't as angry as they had imagined.

It seems that their purpose is simply to become like themselves.

"It seems like you don't want me to go there."

Xuan Yangzi sneered incessantly, staring at the imposter before him, his magic sword pointing into the darkness, towards the deepest part of Gan Yuan.

This thing was first discovered by him, and then disappeared into the darkness when he was chasing it.

At that time, he had no choice but to endure it.

The range of the three-foot-long spiritual fire was still too small to illuminate all directions.

The most urgent thing is to leave this place.

So Xuan Yangzi chose a direction and plunged in.

But to his surprise, the further he went in that direction, the more he encountered all sorts of fellow disciples.

Xuan Yangzi doesn't care about the deep bond between fellow disciples anymore.

They'd kill the moment they met.

In the end, none of them were real.

Instead, the ghostly thing disguised as himself reappeared.

What exactly is there?

Xuan Yangzi said coldly, "You've been trying so hard to lure me away, just so you don't want me to go there. Could it be that the exit is there?"

The imposter calmly replied, "That's not a place for a short-lived creature like you. If you want to leave, go in the opposite direction. Otherwise, in a little while, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

"madness."

Xuan Yangzi uttered two words and charged forward without hesitation.

Seeing this, the imposter had no choice but to engage in a fierce fight.

However, he didn't use many methods.

Xuan Yangzi was completely fearless.

He had figured out some of the patterns of this strange thing.

That is, these ghosts know everything that has been said and done since entering Ganyuan, and the same applies to the methods they have used.

Therefore, Xuan Yangzi never used many techniques from beginning to end, and fought like a swordsman in the mortal world.

"Don't go any further!"

"That's not the exit, don't you understand, you short-lived wretch?"

"I am a Dao Integration cultivator, whose lifespan is nine thousand years. Do you think I am a short-lived being?"

"The more you try to stop me from going, the less I'll let you have your way."

A strange light flickered in Xuan Yangzi's eyes.

He didn't necessarily think that what was ahead was the exit.

He simply realized that this thing really didn't want him to go, and he could use that to blackmail it, perhaps getting the real way out from it.

Especially the term "short-lived species".

Whether it's the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, the Immortal Realm, the Western Buddhist Kingdom in the mortal world, or those small countries located on the periphery, or those people hiding in small grotto heavens, they would all find this title very strange.

It felt out of place, as if it didn't belong in this world.

And in this darkness.

Both the brass oil lamp and Du Rugui were stunned.

Xuan Yangzi was rushing towards them. Although he was not within the range of the Three-Foot Spirit Fire and could not be seen, his voice could still be heard clearly.

"Old Du, have you figured out anything?"

"I didn't understand..."

Du Rugui shook his head and transmitted his voice to the brass oil lamp: "However, it sounds like there are two Xuan Yangzi. The one that is on its way is the real one, and the one behind seems to be a fake one."

"And then there are short-lived species. If he's considered short-lived, what kind of beings would live long lives?"

"its not right……"

At this point, Du Rugui suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "That fake Chen was determined to take us to the deepest part of Ganyuan. Could it be that he thought we would live longer than Xuan Yangzi?"

"It's not 'us,' it's 'me.'"

The brass oil lamp sneered, "How many years have you lived? This lamp was created before the cataclysmic changes in the world even began, and it has lived for almost eighteen thousand years now."

"If we're talking about lifespan, then this lamp is naturally the longest."

"What about dried tangerine peel?"

"Don't ask, knowing too much isn't good..."

The brass oil lamp shook its head, unwilling to reveal the details of Chen Huangpi's story.

Although Du Rugui was considered half one of their own.

But even his nephew Wang Mingdao had never told him, let alone Du Rugui.

Chen Huangpi was stillborn.

Born 18,000 years old, but has not yet truly come to life.

He will only face the great tribulation at the age of eighteen when he has mastered the Five Organs Refining Spirit Technique and the Yin-Yang Harmony Transformation Spirit Technique.

What's past is past; what's past is present.

This means that the Yellow Heaven descended to earth.

But these secrets were only fully understood after the brass oil lamp regained its memories.

It didn't even tell me about the dried yellow peel.

They were afraid of ruining the abbot's plan, and also afraid that the dried tangerine peel would grow too fast.

In any case, only the brass oil lamp itself knows the true meaning of it all.

Think of this.

The brass oil lamp made me a little confused.

It really wanted to give Xuan Yangzi a ruthless blow and end it all.

Without the inexhaustible essence of aged tangerine peel to consume, the brass oil lamp could not capture Xuan Yangzi alive.

The sound of Xuan Yangzi's footsteps grew closer and closer.

The brass oil lamp took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in its eyes.

But just as it was about to make its move.

Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with light.

It was like a small sun emerging from the darkness.

The dark yellow firelight illuminated all directions.

Now, the brass oil lamp, Du Rugui, and the two Xuan Yangzi, one real and one fake, were all exposed nearby.

Look behind us again.

A young Taoist priest, with a blazing fire on his head and shoulders, charged forward menacingly, wielding a demonic sword covered in eyes.

"Chenhuangpi?"

Xuan Yangzi almost cried out in surprise: "Your spiritual fire..."

"What kind of spiritual fire? This is the Heaven-Severing Fate Fire!"

As soon as Chen Huangpi finished speaking, he appeared directly in front of the two Xuan Yangzi as if he had shrunk the distance to an inch.

He didn't care whether the two people were real or fake.

He didn't see a single ghost along the way; it was as if all the ghostly things were hiding from him.

Now that I've finally seen it, I'm naturally not going to let it go.

Upon seeing this, the fake Xuan Yangzi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately tried to disappear into the darkness.

"You can't run!"

Chen Huangpi sneered and suddenly blew out a breath.

In an instant, his three life flames burned wildly, as if fueled by a torch.

The area covered by the dark yellow flames instantly expanded to a distance of nine hundred feet.

That fake Xuan Yangzi couldn't keep up with the speed at which the firelight enveloped him.

What's even worse is.

Chen Huangpi stomped his foot suddenly.

On the earth, a towering demonic tree grew, with countless human fruits hanging down. Branches were broken off and turned into swords, and countless sword energies crisscrossed, forming a cage that directly blocked all of Xuan Yangzi's escape routes.

(End of this chapter)