A master of comedy!

Chapter 202 Heavenly Garment
Upon hearing Black and White Impermanence's words, Yu Zhensheng lowered his gaze.

Clearly, he also knew that the performance of "Exploring the Underworld" by Zhao's troupe back then had a great influence on later Yin Opera performers.

Perhaps among the Yin-Yang Masters, countless people secretly curse and hate him.

"I don't care what others do, but my apprentice, even if he dies, he can only die on the stage, not on the road."

“Listen to me carefully. Singing ghost plays in the underworld is a graduation tribulation that every ghost play master must complete. I will not stop you.”

“If he is not skilled enough and makes a mistake on stage, he will die. But if he is framed by villains and dies on the road, then I will definitely avenge him.”

He paused, then looked at the two of them, his calm gaze carrying an invisible sense of pressure.

"When the time comes, even if I, Yu Zhensheng, am beheaded by the King of Hell, I'll take a few down with me. Guess who they will be?"

Upon hearing this, the Black and White Impermanence trembled slightly and remained silent for a long time.

They suddenly regretted taking on this hot potato. Lu Pan had indeed offered a generous reward, but Yu Zhensheng, in his dejected state, was still Yu Zhensheng.

Even though the tiger is dead, its might remains!
"I'll say a few more words to my apprentice; you may all leave."

The two exchanged a glance and silently took a few steps back, but their ears were perked up as they listened intently.

Yu Zhensheng walked to Zhou Sheng's side, gently patted him, and a surge of pure magical power flowed in, invigorating him.

"When you get down there, don't be afraid, just sing well."

"Don't embarrass your teacher."

With his back to the Black and White Impermanence, Yu Zhensheng spoke words of advice, but his eyes flickered slightly, gesturing for Zhou Sheng to look at his sleeve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Sheng saw a small white spider crawl out of his master's sleeve, land on him, and gently bite him.

Even the soul felt a strange tingling sensation, followed by a cool or even icy feeling that surged into the depths of the soul.

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, and could feel that he seemed to have gained some kind of mysterious power.

"Do you remember what your master said, that he would give you a big gift before you graduated? This 'heavenly robe' will be your costume from now on."

Yu Zhensheng whispered, "This Heavenly Robe is a treasure that everyone in our Yin Opera lineage dreams of. It can be said to be a costume tailor-made for Yin Opera practitioners."

"It is woven from the silk of a spider that has been nurtured for hundreds of years, supplemented with the clouds of the nine heavens and the rainbow of seven colors, plus Zhu Zhu's twenty-eight secret techniques for making cloud brocade. It took decades of cultivation and forty-nine days to weave one piece."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Yu Zhensheng's voice.

"Back then, Zhu Zhu and I spent nearly ten years perfecting the method of making this celestial garment. Later, she made one for me, which accompanied me as I traveled all over the country and roamed the world, until it was destroyed in the underworld while I was singing 'Exploring the Underworld'."

"Feel it carefully, and you will understand how to use this celestial garment."

After saying this, Yu Zhensheng pretended to give a few more instructions, and then made way for him.

"Go, your master will wait for you to return."

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath, suppressed the emotion in his heart, bowed to his master, and then walked towards the Black and White Impermanence.

"Gentlemen, I will go with you. Let's go."

The Black and White Impermanence nodded and did not bind Zhou Sheng with the soul-snatching chains again. They simply escorted Zhou Sheng forward, one on each side.

Yu Zhensheng stared silently at his apprentice's retreating figure, remaining standing there until he was out of sight, like a statue.

……

The so-called celestial garment is formless and colorless, and its appearance is ever-changing.

As Zhou Sheng followed the Black and White Impermanence on their journey, he silently sensed the profound mystery of the Heavenly Robe.

It's more like a magical artifact attached to the soul, capable of instantly weaving silk into brocade and painting it with vibrant colors, transforming it into all sorts of theatrical costumes at the slightest thought.

This greatly reduces the preparation time for the Yin Puppet Master, allowing them to constantly change roles during combat and thus better utilize their various supernatural abilities. Combined with Ya Zi, it is simply the most coveted treasure for a Yin Puppet Master; coupled with the art of face-changing, it is enough to quickly unleash maximum combat power in a short period of time.

At the same time, this celestial garment also has extremely strong defensive capabilities, impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears. Even if it is broken, it can absorb magical power and automatically recover.

However, this also made Zhou Sheng secretly alarmed. Just how fierce a battle must have been to completely destroy his master's celestial robe in the underworld?

"Boy, don't even think about running away. Otherwise, even if you manage to escape from us, you'll be wanted by the underworld, and countless ghosts and gods will hunt you down. It won't just be death then; your soul will be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, where you'll suffer endless torment for all eternity!"

Seemingly sensing that the young Yin-Yang Master before them was not simple, the Black and White Impermanence spoke up to warn them after walking for a while.

The previous arrogance and contempt had vanished, replaced by a warning in his voice.

When Zhou Sheng came to his senses, he realized that he seemed to have stepped onto the Yin-Yang Path again. The surrounding environment was very unfamiliar, with low houses scattered in the light mist.

Desolate, lonely, and gloomy.

"Why should I run away? I'm going to see the King of Hell and explain myself clearly."

"You think you can see the King of Hell? Do you think you're Yu Zhensheng? Even if you were Yu Zhensheng, you couldn't just see the King of Hell whenever you wanted back then."

The two of them smiled dismissively.

Are we on our way to the underworld right now?

Zhou Sheng didn't care about their attitudes; instead, he asked with great curiosity.

Such composure and calmness made the Black and White Impermanence look at him with new respect, and they said in surprise, "You have some courage, kid. In the past twenty years, all the ghost opera performers who have performed Ghost Opera for the Ghost Festival have been terrified and fearful when they see us."

"He truly lives up to his reputation as Yu Zhensheng's disciple."

While the White Impermanence rambled on, the Black Impermanence, being rather straightforward, said directly, "We need to go to the City God Temple first to get your travel permit. Without it, wandering ghosts can't pass through the Gates of Hell."

"The City God Temple? I have quite a connection with Zheng, the City God of Xunyang. Why don't we rest there for a while? How about I treat you two to some wine?"

"Heh, you think you can get the City God to invite us—"

Before Bai Wuchang could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, for figures suddenly appeared not far ahead, like a forest of ghostly soldiers and a rain of fierce generals.

Guan Buping, leading the elite ghost soldiers and generals of Ghost City, had been waiting for a long time. On the other side, Zheng Chenghuang personally appeared to greet them, and Gao Polu, the most valiant and skilled general under his command, stood with his sword drawn, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Zheng Keren, the City God of Xunyang, has come to bid farewell to Zhou Danshan, the tiger-slaying hero!"

"General Gao Polu of the Fifth Path, leading three hundred of his men, bids farewell to the hero!"

"General Guan Buping, leading twelve Yin generals and six hundred elite troops, will hold a farewell ceremony for Danshan!"

The next moment, a thunderous drumbeat suddenly resounded, and on the distant city wall, a familiar figure seemed to be wearing armor, holding two hammers, and vigorously beating the drum.

The music of the zither suddenly rose, like iron horses and icy rivers, with a murderous aura soaring into the sky. It was none other than the "Qin King's Battle Song".

Clang!

Countless swords were drawn simultaneously, the clanging sound deafening.

In an instant, the Black and White Impermanence were shaken and forced to take several steps back, their pupils slightly narrowed, filled with surprise and doubt.

As Zhou Sheng raised his hand, the entire arena fell silent, and the whistling sound abruptly ceased.

The two of them stared in disbelief at the young man's retreating figure.

This is hardly a sorcerer; his prestige in Xunyang has reached such a level! Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the Grand Marshal of the Three Armies reviewing his troops.

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(End of this chapter)