I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 105 - 78: Slay the Red Dragon, Subdue the White Tiger

Chapter 105: Chapter 78: Slay the Red Dragon, Subdue the White Tiger

The night was deep, and Xu Qing went out for a stroll.

From end to end of the Shuimen Bridge street, every household’s lights inexplicably lit up one after another.

In just a short while, Xu Qing, who had lit the ’Ten Thousand Lights of the Houses’, walked back and forth amid the clamorous night voices of the neighborhood.

The lights along the street were once again engulfed by the night.

At this moment, those light sleepers of the households could no longer sleep. One by one, they lit their lamps and began asking anyone they caught what had happened.

But no one could explain it, and fortunately, for a considerable amount of time thereafter, the incident of the lights of Shuimen Bridge lighting up and extinguishing on their own never happened again. People regarded it as a city legend and did not investigate further.

As for the legends, people had different opinions. Some said it was the Night Wanderer patrolling, some said the Fire God or Lamp God had descended, others said it was the mischief of little ghosts...

Inside the Feng Shui Treasure Residence, Xu Qing, not paying attention to the outside matters, continued with his grand undertaking of spirit-prayers.

It should be known that after ending a Celestial Heart Sect’s stronghold in Jin Sect, the corpses of the rebels he had poisoned were still lying in the Box Garden, yet to be dealt with.

Now that he had settled down, it was the right time to inventory his gains one by one.

Xu Qing retrieved the corpses accumulated in the Box Garden. He performed the spirit-prayers for each corpse, gaining numerous lower-level rewards of the human category.

These Celestial Heart Sect underlings were ultimately of a lower grade.

Xu Qing fell into contemplation.

The Sutra of Salvation could save the dead and provide an overview of their life. After evaluation, the corpses were usually categorized into three levels: heaven, earth, and human.

Xu Qing, recounting his past spirit-prayer experiences, discovered that the evaluation of these corpses was not related to their status in life but to their skills or obsessions in life.

For example, Liu Youdao, though a lowly Corpse Driver, had skills that went beyond the scope of ordinary people, possessing supernatural abilities, and his corpse was evaluated at the earth level.

Furthermore, Yang Chunfu, a disciple of Ge Hongwen, had once provided Xu Qing with three inferior Ten Thousand Spirits Pills of the earth level.

This elixir was different from ordinary pills; each Ten Thousand Spirits Pill could be used in different scenarios.

For those poisoned with arsenic, taking it could neutralize the poison of arsenic.

For those about to die from old age or illness, taking it could extend their lifespan by ten years or cure their severe illness.

If there were unspeakable secrets, one could also use the Ten Thousand Spirits Pill to restore one’s vigor.

Such unreasonable elixirs, in the evaluation of the Sutra of Salvation, were only at the inferior earth level.

Xu Qing speculated that the reason Yang Chunfu could touch the border of the earth level was likely related to his exposure to ’Immortal Studies.’

Yang Chunfu had sought masters and learned from them in his early years, apprenticing under Ge Hongwen at the Songyun Temple in Henglu Mountain.

This Ge Hongwen was reputed to be an immortal. Xu Qing had seen in Yang Chunfu’s memory that Ge Hongwen could conduct rituals to make the barren mountain blossom and could fly over mountains and cross streams, seemingly without aid.

"Earth level, able to reach the supernatural," Xu Qing concluded after his analysis.

Whether this was accurate or not would require more cases to confirm.

"If corpses of the earth level can reach the supernatural, what about those of the heaven level?"

Xu Qing thought of Yang Chunfu’s teacher Ge Hongwen, and Liu Youdao’s former teacher Zhuang Tongsheng.

"Immortals, or cultivators? Or simply those who are proficient in Xuanmen Techniques?"

Xu Qing then remembered the conversation between the Crown Prince Zhao You and the Celestial Master from Yunzhao Mountain before Zhao You drank poisoned wine.

Zhao You had asked the Elder Celestial Master, "The Celestial Masters of Yunzhao Mountain are reclusive cultivators, wholeheartedly pursuing the Path of Longevity Immortal. Why do they interfere in worldly matters?"

At that time, the old man known as the Celestial Master did not answer directly.

"Yunzhao Mountain..."

Now Xu Qing knew of three places: one was Henglu Mountain, Songyun Temple; another was Yuzhi Mountain in Lianhua County; and the third was the Yunzhao Mountain mentioned by Zhao You.

These places might indeed have cultivators present.

However, knowing was one thing, but Xu Qing did not intend to delve into these places.

For those who desperately sought to extend their life and achieve immortality, they might be very eager to enter the immortal sect. But to Xu Qing, these were not issues, as the one thing he lacked the least was time.

The corpses of cultivators might be very appealing, but one must have corresponding strength to handle them.

Xu Qing considered himself, this minor zombie, not yet capable of relishing the corpses of cultivators.

...

After completing the spirit-prayers for all the Celestial Heart Sect underlings, Xu Qing rubbed his hands and then turned his gaze to Qing Luo lying elegantly.

This was the only corpse at the scene qualified to be placed by him on the stone table in the courtyard.

The Celestial Heart Sect had five Protectors, designated by five different colors. Xu Qing had tasted Bai Luo, who was much more appealing than ordinary underlings.

If the ranks of the Five Luo Guardians were similar, the rest of the Protectors should also be quite delicious...

Looking at Qing Luo in green attire, whose face seemed even colder and more charming than in life, Xu Qing clicked his tongue in wonder.

No wonder Bai Luo cared so much about Qing Luo; her face not only bore some resemblance to Bai Luo’s newlywed wife, but Qing Luo, with her background in opera, was also more outstanding than Bai Luo’s wife.

It was a pity that Bai Luo had never managed to touch Qing Luo’s delicate hand even once before he died.

Xu Qing chuckled quietly and reached out to grasp Qing Luo’s slender, jade-like hand, softly reciting the salvation sutra.

The two cold hands connected as a bridge, with countless corpses drifting and flowing in the tides beneath the Bridge of Helplessness.

This eerie and sinister scene flashed by, not continuing for long.