Deng Chanyu, as if she had always been familiar, asked the ghost beside her: "Oh, boy, why would people in the mortal world come to hell? It looks like they can do some lightning spells. It seems like a Taoist practitioner."
The ghost beside him first bowed with folded hands, then looked equally puzzled: "Mister Nightwalker... I've just arrived here too and don't know the details. As it should be, a Taoist practitioner must have a teacher. Even if they happen to wander in by mistake, they would be quickly taken out by their master. But now this guy... couldn't he be a wild Taoist?"
More ghosts and yin-chuan joined the conversation: "Their Taoist skills seem quite proficient. There's a purest jade-white light emanating from their techniques, which doesn't seem to belong to the evil spirits. They might be abandoned disciples of a certain major religion."
The disciples of the major religions are too afraid to confront, but once they become the abandoned ones and end up in hell, there is no need for courtesy. Killing this guy could possibly lead to finding some treasures.
A group of ghosts were gossiping and enjoying the scene, and soon the judges, day-wandering spirits, and night-wandering spirits nearby also joined in, idly watching. The event was quite fresh; there had been no change in the realm of the dead for tens of thousands of years, a place that was lifeless and lacked this kind of spiritual entertainment.
Zhu Tianling's arrival undoubtedly brought pleasure to these "civil servants" in the realm of the dead.
Zhu Tianling knew that there were a large number of "officials in the realm of the dead" watching him, and his current act of battling with numerous specters was no different from those who perform monkey tricks or sell street arts in the human world. However, he had no choice.
The wandering spirits have no mind; kill them and it's done, saving the ghost soldiers of the realm of the dead from having to act themselves. Naturally, they wouldn't interfere.
But if he dares to challenge the order of the entire realm of the dead by attacking the numerous ghost soldiers, he would not only be outmatched, but it would also be an act of defiance against the authority of the dead. The thousands of soldiers would charge forward, and with a few judges and kings among them, even his teacher would struggle to resist.
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With his right hand holding a sword and his left hand constantly making seals and reciting incantations, Zhu Tianling continuously threw out thunder techniques and fire talismans, cutting a bloody path through the midst of the surrounding spirits.
Seeing that Zhu Tianling had a variety of skills, the many ghost soldiers in the realm of the dead gave up on their thoughts of gaining from the scene and scattered away.
Deng Chanyu watched the commotion with a cheerful expression for a while before joining the large group as they left, only to be suddenly halted by a black-faced judge blocking her path.
"The king of the realm of the dead has issued an order for you to go and kill that Taoist cultivator."
Deng Chanyu pointed to her own nose: "Me? Just me?"
The black-faced judge nodded firmly: "Yes."
If even a random night-watching official in the realm of the dead can kill practitioners from the Keji Sect, then the realm of the dead would have already dominated the three realms.
Deng Chanyu realized that her disguise had been exposed. She pondered for a moment before saying, "That fellow's Taoist cultivation method carries a sense of striving upwards, clearly a disciple of the Keji Sect. What cause do you want me to get involved in? I'm not going; whoever wants to can go."
Deng Chanyu had met Wen Zhong and was not unfamiliar with the characteristics of the upper-clear Taoist magic of the Keji Sect.
The black-faced judge said, "The death of Keji Sect practitioners in the realm of the dead is naturally the result of their own karma."
Deng Chanyu was full of hesitation: "Could it be that you want to use the name of my teacher to cover up for this? If things go wrong and it causes my teacher displeasure, wouldn't that hinder my path to cultivation? I won't do it!"
The judge sneered at her and said directly, "If you want something, just say so. What's with the teacher nonsense?"
Saints' disciples are almost synonymous with arrogance, insolence, and being too cool for school. Lu Yue and his four disciples burned, killed, plundered, and committed every evil deed outside without saying that their enemies would go to Jiniao Island to argue with Tung Te Chiao. There is only one disciple on the side of Nuwa. What do you have to fear?
However, this matter cannot be discussed in detail. It's a great sin to gossip about a saint. Deng Chanyu can say a few words, but the court officers in the realm of the dead cannot. If he dares to speak out, Nuwa really could make his ghost die again.
"Alright, what conditions does Your Celestial being have?"
"I want to know how long my life is. Fine, bring me the Register of Life and Death. I'll look at it myself."
The black-faced judge bent his head, his thoughts communicating with a certain King of Hell far away. After more than ten breaths, he reached out and stroked the air, pulling out a blue-clothed, ancient-looking thread-bound book.
His tone was stern and unyielding: "You may take it and read it yourself, Supreme Deity."
The Register of Life and Death appears thin, but its content is vast, and it has a function similar to that of a "search engine."
As soon as she began to use it, Deng Chanyu understood how the book worked.
She first searched for her name.
【Deng Chanyu, lifespan of thirty-one years.】
This should be the original lifespan of her body, predetermined by fate. Even without Gao Lanying, she would still encounter other names like Li Lanying and Wang Lanying. Someone would always come along to kill her, even if it were through a magical array or a disease array. It would be very easy to make the original General Deng Chanyu die.
The second time she looked, her lifespan was covered by a slowly rising emerald light. She understood that with the protection of the Taoist sect, the future was uncertain, and her lifespan was no longer under the jurisdiction of the Register of Life and Death.
She then searched for Daji's lifespan.
【Su Dynasty Empress, Lifespan...】The lifespan column was covered in black ink, making it impossible to read the characters below.
She hurriedly asked the judge, "May I ask the judge, what does this mean?"
The judge was first taken aback, then his face was full of shock. His copper bell-sized eyes shifted between Deng Chanyu and the Register of Life and Death, wanting to speak but holding back, too scared to say anything.
Finally, he muttered ambiguously, "It might be that a great being has reversed the fate of your friend."
Deng Chanyu asked with a smirk, "Do you think this great being could be me?"
You really don't have any shame... The judge's gaze was evasive: "Well... maybe?"
It seems not to be me who changed it... Then who could it be? Deng Chanyu's thoughts were racing, was there a big backer behind Su Dynasty Empress? I don't seem to remember.
She then searched for Deng Jiugong and Deng Xiu.
This is quite normal.
【Deng Jiugong, lifespan of fifty-four years old.】
【Deng Xiu, lifespan of thirty-three years old.】
Deng Chanyu held out her hand to the judge, "Could I borrow a pen, please?"
The judge looked around and then handed her a seemingly ordinary brush.
Deng Chanyu added a "one hundred" to Deng Jiugong's "fifty-four years old," and with her peripheral vision, she observed the judge. She noticed that he didn't react, so she added an "x" under the "one." She then looked again, and still there was no reaction.
When she was about to add a "one thousand" to "three hundred and fifty-four years old," the judge glared at her.
"Alright, alright, I understand, I get it." She knew she had crossed the line. Alright, let old Deng live for three or four hundred years; that's more than enough.
Following the same pattern, she also added "three hundred and thirty-three years old" to Deng Xiu's lifespan.
The judge was quite friendly to her, so she added two hundred years to her lifespan. When Deng Chanyu was about to add years to her horse, Biaozi, the black-faced judge was thoroughly enraged.
"You're not going to stop, are you? Do you have a dog? Why don't you give your dog a few decades of extra life?"
Deng Chanyu didn't bother to respond. My master is Nuwa; understand?
Biaozi's body is really in good shape and can live to be fifty-five years old. She casually added another two hundred years to it.
