Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 191: I As Cult Master, Entering the Ancestral Hall

Chen Huangpi held that formation dial, exchanging speechless glances with the Brass Oil Lamp.

The formation dial was heavy.

Upon it were the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and even more so, numerous runes flickering unsteadily within.

With just a single glance, one would know this item was definitely a supreme treasure.

Chen Huangpi sank his mind into this formation dial.

He felt as if his consciousness had been divided into countless streams.

Every stream of consciousness was himself.

Furthermore, they were all situated in different times.

Chen Huangpi saw himself conversing with Tai Yizi a second ago.

And also saw his own disheveled state exactly when he first entered the formation a moment prior.This kind of experience was extremely wondrous.

It felt exactly as if he had become a fractured Heaven Dao.

Chen Huangpi withdrew his mind from the formation dial, saying with a somewhat bizarre expression: "Huang Er, Tai Yizi and I are neither family nor old friends, yet he treats me so well. Tell me quickly, does he have some sort of conspiracy?"

This formation dial was practically the tangible core of the formation.

So much so that, if Chen Huangpi wanted to, he could forbid that Tai Yizi from returning to the formation, entirely severing his path of survival.

Although the opponent, being able to create this kind of formation, definitely possessed a backup plan to return.

But at a critical moment, if Chen Huangpi pulled something like this, as long as it delayed the opponent for the time of a single instant, it might perhaps cause the opponent's death.

In short, Tai Yizi was so good that Chen Huangpi felt unaccustomed to it.

"Apart from Master, this is the first person to treat me this well."

"Because in Old Man Tai Yizi's eyes, you are an inheritor of the Grand Sui Cult."

The Brass Oil Lamp said with emotion: "Cultivators from before the Heaven and Earth Mutation just love to emphasize sect inheritance, especially disciples from Grand Cults. The information people receive growing up is that inheritances are rigorous and orderly. If you beat the young, the old will appear; if the young show potential, the old are willing to protect them."

"After the Heaven and Earth Mutation, conversely, the imperial court and aristocratic families replaced the sects and Grand Cults."

"Those imperial courts and aristocratic families engage in endless intrigue and scheming. In their eyes, if a junior is gone, they're gone; just give birth to another one."

"Encountering minor issues is fine, but when encountering major crises, they naturally wish they could sever ties at the speed of light."

"But I am not an inheritor of the Grand Sui Cult."

Chen Huangpi's voice was extremely helpless.

It would be fine if he genuinely was some inheritor of the Grand Sui Cult.

But in reality, he only knew a single move: Grand Sui Demon-Slaying.

Only, the Grand Sui Cult's inheritance was very strange. Even if you learned the dharma method, without the Blood of Grand Sui, it was impossible to execute it.

Therefore, no matter how Chen Huangpi explained it, Tai Yizi wouldn't believe a word he said.

The Brass Oil Lamp chuckled mockingly: "Old Man Tai Yizi doesn't care what you think. Even if you don't even know of the Grand Sui Cult, the fact that you can execute the Grand Sui Demon-Slaying makes him firmly believe you are."

"Then he's actually just deceiving himself."

Chen Huangpi said somewhat unnaturally: "He doesn't even care whether I'm a good person or not. What he acknowledges is solely the Grand Sui Demon-Slaying. If I am a bad person, then he will definitely be doomed at my hands."

"Original Family, Old Man Tai Yizi is old, not stupid."

The Brass Oil Lamp rolled its eyes saying: "An immortal whose cultivation fell to the Soul Formation realm is still an immortal. Both Tai Yizi and Guanzhu are cultivators from the Azure Heaven era, maybe even contemporaries. If people can't even distinguish whether you are good or bad, wouldn't that mean they've lived their lives onto a dog?"

"I know, I just feel weird."

Chen Huangpi brought his sword fingers together, the Grand Sui Demon-Slaying sword qi erupting unsteadily from his fingertips.

Within that sword qi, it was filled with the will to Slay Demons and Execute Evil.

Looking at this Grand Sui Demon-Slaying sword qi, Chen Huangpi said embarrassedly: "I don't like to take advantage of others, and I also don't like taking other people's benefits. If Tai Yizi harbors malicious intentions towards me, and I kill him, then I can take away everything he owns with peace of mind."

"But Tai Yizi isn't like that. He treats me like an inheritor of the Grand Sui Cult. In the future, if he learns the truth, on the contrary, I will be the one who is not a person inside and out."

"Contract Master, Tai Yizi came specifically for Guanzhu."

The Life-Reaping Ghost coldly spoke up: "Wait until he meets Guanzhu, Tai Yizi will naturally understand everything. At that time, it won't be considered taking advantage of him either."

Back when the Heaven and Earth Mutation began, Tai Yizi was not in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

By the time he rushed back, the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty had already been sealed, and along with it, the Grand Sui Cult as well.

Therefore, Tai Yizi could only run to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to seek Guanzhu's protection.

It was just that immediately after arriving at the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he encountered that Daoist wearing the golden mask, plummeting into this River of Weak Water, abruptly and forcefully trapped in this place for over seventeen thousand years.

Fulfilling Tai Yizi's wish could naturally be considered reciprocal courtesy, neither owing the other.

However.

To the Life-Reaping Ghost's surprise.

Chen Huangpi shook his head saying: "A Gui, you've misunderstood me. I am not a stingy person. Bringing Tai Yizi to meet Master is but raising a hand. He gave me the Grand Sui Cult, can't I give him some more benefits?"

"Contract Master, when did Tai Yizi give the Grand Sui Cult to you?"

"He said it himself."

Chen Huangpi remembered very clearly, repeating the words: "He said if Emperor Chen truly is my Eldest Uncle, then I am the future Sect Master of the Grand Sui Cult, and the entire Grand Sui Cult would revolve around me."

"We are both gentlemen, gentlemen do not deceive gentlemen. Did I lie about Emperor Chen being my Eldest Uncle?"

"This... this really hasn't..."

"Then isn't that it. The words of this Cult Master have always been as heavy as nine tripods. In the future, when we return to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, I will appoint Tai Yizi as Vice Cult Master. If he performs well, Zhen can also make him the Chancellor of the Great Qian."

"Even if he dies, Gu shall also enfeoff him as a Yama in the Underworld Yellow Spring."

Chen Huangpi changed his self-address three times consecutively.

The Brass Oil Lamp at the side counted on its non-existent fingers saying: "Your Majesty of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, Ruler of the Underworld Yellow Spring, Sect Master of the Grand Sui Cult, the Present-World Buddha Lord of the Middle-earth Buddhist Kingdom, and also Guanzhu of the Pure Immortal Temple. Chen Huangpi, your territory is expanding increasingly vast."

Chen Huangpi said without blushing or his heart skipping a beat: "I didn't want them, they insisted on giving them to me."

The Crown Prince of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty was clearly Master. It was Master who yielded the Crown Prince position to Eldest Uncle.

That was why Eldest Uncle's ascension to the throne occurred.

When Master was young, he was ignorant and didn't comprehend the principle that ancestral laws cannot be altered.

He absolutely must rectify this mistake. As for the Underworld Yellow Spring, the Yin Emperor and Master were acquainted. He had already been killed by the sun and hung in the sky. Furthermore, he grew up drinking Yellow Spring water and eating Yin soil.

Legally speaking, he was naturally the ruler of the Underworld Yellow Spring.

Not to mention the Middle-earth Buddhist Kingdom. The moment those monks saw him, they wished to prostrate on the ground and worship.

However, Chen Huangpi was only satisfying his craving of speaking.

In reality, the only thing he cared most about in his heart was the Pure Immortal Temple.

Because he truly possessed a Daoist temple.

And right at this moment.

Suddenly...

The octagonal formation dial in Chen Huangpi's hand abruptly emanated a cryptic aura.

Following closely, a green light lit up.

Which meant to say, Tai Yizi's side had already acquired the bronze oil lamp, and needed Chen Huangpi to manipulate the formation to receive and summon him back.

But that green light had just barely lit up when it instantly transformed into a yellow color.

A yellow light flashed past.

Before Chen Huangpi could even initiate the formation and react in time to process things, a bronze oil lamp gripped tightly by a severed hand appeared out of thin air.

Following that, that yellow light transformed into a red light.

The red light continuously flickered like blood.

Reflected upon Chen Huangpi's handsome face, it appeared incredibly insidious.

"Old man Tai Yi is in trouble..."

The Brass Oil Lamp looked at the severed hand on the body of that bronze oil lamp with a complex expression.

The severed hand was severed from halfway across the forearm. The wound had traces of being bitten and torn by sharp teeth, as if Tai Yizi had been swallowed into the stomach of a ferocious beast, and right before his death, could only teleport this bronze oil lamp back.

Chen Huangpi's complexion was incredibly ugly.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling a buzzing in his head.

Both his ears were even burning hot.

Tai Yizi, who had been talking and laughing amiably with him just a moment ago, holding boundless reverence for Master, actually met with a mishap this quickly.

It hadn't even been the time it took to finish a cup of tea.

Chen Huangpi said: "A Gui, Huang Er, I must go save him."

Tai Yizi had entered that ancestral hall before.

And more than once, but every time he retreated fully intact.

The price paid was having an unknown period of time devoured.

But this time, Chen Huangpi's Yama's shadow slaughtered the little girl.

Tai Yizi thought about taking advantage of the night to enter the ancestral hall, because the Yama's shadow was still guarding outside. Going out meant certain death, so it was better to first obtain the bronze oil lamp and leave as the optimal plan.

But who could have anticipated that after Tai Yizi entered the ancestral hall, this kind of matter occurred within a short period of time.

Chen Huangpi felt it should be because he killed that little girl, triggering some kind of change in the ancestral hall, hence this resulted.

"Original Family, don't be impulsive."

The Brass Oil Lamp hastily said: "Old man Tai Yi might not be dead. He might merely be trapped in that ancestral hall. Just wait until we get out, and then think of a method to save him."

Chen Huangpi shook his head saying: "Huang Er, even if Tai Yizi is fine, I won't go out that quickly. I have to wait until the sacrifice to the River God. After the fishing line on the top of that little girl's head manifests, and I follow the fishing line to find the fishing rod, then I will return."

"Tai Yizi is a good old man."

"Now that he has met with a mishap, I, as Cult Master, cannot wash my hands of him."

"The Yama's shadow is currently out of your control, and that ancestral hall is extremely dangerous. Even if we desire to save him, we lack that capability!"

The Brass Oil Lamp earnestly and with good intentions tried to dissuade him: "Furthermore, old man Tai Yi entered of his own accord, it wasn't us who harmed him. Offering a few more sticks of incense during festivals later on is already considered doing right by him."

The Life-Reaping Ghost also said: "Contract Master, I also do not endorse you going to rescue Tai Yizi."

That ancestral hall was incomparably mysterious.

Up until now, they solely knew that that little girl lived within the ancestral hall, and that ancestral hall was something even Immortals like Tai Yizi had absolutely zero methods of dealing with.

Truthfully taking stock, they actually knew absolutely nothing about the ancestral hall.

What they feared wasn't an unbridgeable chasm in strength, but that there were too many unknown variables.

Chen Huangpi said: "A Gui, Huang Er, I am already fourteen years old, I am not a child anymore. I am not acting on a moment's hot-headed impulse. Since I wish to save Tai Yizi, then I definitely have my own plans."

"Do you guys think I am truly very weak?"

"Not weak..."

"Then can I punch through that ancestral hall?"

"Cannot."

"Then what if it is me under the state of an evil spirit? The moment I jump into the True Realm, all existences within this False Realm will see me as an evil spirit."

"To them, my sword qi is the formless killing sword that slashes away time."

"I am very strong, I can bear the burden of many matters now."

Chen Huangpi beckoned his hand towards that bronze oil lamp, and subsequently, an evil spirit flew out from within the Soul-Hooking Register.

That evil spirit was one of the monks captured previously.

Chen Huangpi said: "A Gui, Huang Er, you temporarily cannot return to the True Realm together with me, because the moment I morph into an evil spirit, everything around here will become ruins to me. I need you to control this formation, and teleport me into that ancestral hall."

After finishing speaking, Chen Huangpi held the bronze oil lamp, and pointed at that monk evil spirit. The latter immediately transformed into a smear of gloomy light, being sucked in by that bronze oil lamp.

Whoosh...

The gloomy, dark lamplight spontaneously ignited without wind.

Reflected under that lamplight.

Chen Huangpi revealed his evil spirit true body exactly before the Brass Oil Lamp and the Life-Reaping Ghost.