bullyxtreme Chapter 132 Pass it on: Master's Back Is Not Good
Chapter 132 Pass it on: Master's Back Is Not Good
If you wish to enter the underworld at any time other than the three days surrounding the Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival), there are only two methods—
The first type is where the soul and body separate, like a dead person, with only the soul entering and leaving the gates of hell.
This method is no different from dying directly. If the soul does not return within the "first seven days," the person will truly die.
The second method involves expending magical power to draw a special "teleportation array" to travel between the human and earthly realms.
This "teleportation array" is different from the teleportation methods and shrinking techniques in the human world. Instead, it breaks down the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms to create a temporary passageway, which consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.
Otherwise, Mei Shiyu wouldn't have lacked the strength to directly kill the evil spirit that was already captured in the formation.
If one's cultivation level is low, even exhausting one's spiritual energy may not guarantee the successful formation of the array.
If you don't want to consume mana, you have to consume spirit stones.
In short: burning money.
Burning a huge amount of money.
Therefore, to be on the safe side, the procedure for cultivators to enter the mortal realm is usually as follows:
If you enter the Gates of Hell the day before the Ghost Festival and exit the Gates of Hell the day after the Ghost Festival, you won't need to expend much magical power.
If you plan to stay in the Ghost Realm for a relatively long time, you should make sure to enter the Ghost Gate within three days before or after the Ghost Festival. This way, you can save the trouble of drawing a teleportation array when you come, and only need to expend your magic power once when you leave.
Mei Shiyu entered the underworld just before the gates of hell were about to close.
Therefore, it can be inferred that the people of Yunlan Sect did not arrive at the exact time of the opening and closing of the Gates of Hell, and they must have spent a lot of extra effort to enter the underworld.
Therefore, it is understandable that Yun Songxuan said he saw the Gate of Hell tightly closed, allowing neither entry nor exit, and Mei Shiyu was not surprised by this.
“But, Thirteen, I’m telling you, the martial law in Fengdu and the fact that no one is allowed to enter or leave the Gates of Hell is not as simple as you think.”
Yun Songxuan said to Mei Shiyu, "What I mean is that the entire area is currently in a closed state. Even souls cannot enter or leave, so the teleportation array method is unusable."
Mei Shiyu said in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
If what he said is true, then where did he teleport Yuanbao and the others to before this?!
"How could that be impossible? Why would I lie to you? To be honest, I've already tested it, and you really can't get out of the Gates of Hell..."
Yun Songxuan said with a wry smile, "However, it's too early to talk about that now, because right now the biggest worry is not the threshold of the Gates of Hell, but the border market... We can't even get out of the border market, so let's not worry about the Gates of Hell for now."
He brought bad news, and Mei Shiyu was filled with worry.
He wanted to know how Yuanbao was doing, but he had already retrieved the Immortal Binding Lock and was now trapped in the market, unable to use the communication talisman...
"Oh, by the way, Little Thirteen, you'd never guess what I encountered while wandering around the market these past few days... I met a zombie!"
Yun Songxuan suddenly uttered another shocking statement.
Mei Shiyu thought to herself, "Oh no, how come everything just happened to happen at the same time?"
He had previously used magic to send the zombie away, but he didn't know that the exit of the territory had been sealed, so the zombie was not sent out. Instead, he ran back to the market and ran into the people from the Yunlan Sect.
Seeing the subtle change in Mei Shiyu's expression, Yun Songxuan became even more certain of his guess and said, "The zombie I saw was well-dressed, handsome, and didn't even smell of decay."
"Logically, I shouldn't have been able to tell he was a zombie. But he inadvertently revealed half of his inner sleeve..."
"The fabric of that dress looks so special. It reminds me of the snow silk made from the silkworm silk of the Golden Silkworm Gu. For no reason, I thought of you."
"Thirteen, do you remember when you asked me to help you purify the Golden Silkworm Gu?"
Seeing that she couldn't hide it from him, Mei Shiyu nodded gently. "Yes, I gave him the snow silk robe. He is a hairy zombie, still in the stage of being covered in hair, and has not yet become an incorruptible bone... He has not yet severed his karmic ties, so I helped him."
Yun Songxuan shook his head helplessly. Clearly, he didn't know what to say about Mei Shiyu's actions. "Little Thirteen, you really have made me look at you in a new light! All cultivators kill zombies on sight. How dare you let him run wild and even help him return to the mortal world?"
Mei Shiyu hurriedly asked, "Brother Yun, what did you do to him?"
Yun Songxuan said, "What can I do to him? Of course, I'll let him escape. The speed and strength of zombies should not be underestimated. That's why they can easily fester and cause trouble in the world."
"Thirteen, among all the disciples your master has taken in, you seem to be the most obedient one, but in reality, you are the most 'rebellious' one!"
"You always manage to do something extraordinary quietly."
Yun Songxuan's words were both serious and precise.
Mei Shiyu subconsciously wanted to refute, but didn't know how to refute his judgment, feeling a sense of "the onlooker sees more of the game than the player".
Yun Songxuan asked, "Thirteen, have you forgotten the lesson from two hundred years ago?"
Mei Shiyu lifted his eyelids, his eyes trembling slightly, a look of confusion and even unease appearing on his face, but in the end, he steadied himself and said, "I haven't forgotten."
"Back then, in order to seek justice for that boy who stood out in the competition but was publicly driven off the mountain because he was found to have mixed spiritual roots, you actually took him to the main peak without permission, insisting on seeing your master who had not yet emerged from seclusion..."
"But what was the final result? The boy slipped and fell from the towering peak, and you..."
Yun Songxuan felt sorry for his misfortune and couldn't bear to continue. He only asked, "Thirteen, does the whip mark on your spine left by your senior brother still flare up, especially on rainy days when the pain is unbearable?"
Mei Shiyu pursed her lips and said, "That's an old injury, it's nothing serious."
"you are lying."
Yun Songxuan mercilessly exposed him: "Back then, your spinal cord was severely injured, and you were almost paralyzed. If your master hadn't foreseen this and made a special trip out of seclusion, you would probably have been a cripple for life."
“Brother Yun,” Mei Shiyu sighed, “Let’s not bring up those old stories again. My body’s wound healing ability is stronger than others, and the wound on my back really doesn’t have much of an impact on me anymore.”
Seeing his stubbornness, Yun Songxuan sighed, "Thirteen, don't be too stubborn. I was the one who treated your injuries later. Apart from your master, no one knows better than me that the immortal bone you injured was your foundation."
"Even if your primordial spirit has strong healing power, it cannot repair the damaged immortal bones. Your spine is no different from that of an ordinary person. Every ten or twenty years, I have to 'repair' it for you, otherwise it will age and even break."
At this point, Yun Songxuan reminded him again, "Thirteen, you must never hurt your back in the future! It takes a hundred days for an ordinary person to recover from a bone or tendon injury, and you are even less healthy than an ordinary person! If you have another problem with your spine, it will definitely leave sequelae that will never heal."
Mei Shiyu said helplessly, "Brother Yun, you've said this so many times, I'm sick of hearing it... Look, my back has been fine all these years."
"I don't do any physical labor. Even if I fight, it's all about cultivation and magic power. I rarely engage in close combat. As long as I'm careful, there won't be any problems."
Mei Shiyu's voice gradually became very soft.
As long as it doesn't happen like in his previous life, where he tumbled down the long steps in front of the Taiji Hall, and Li Tingyun stepped on his back and broke his spine...
Every time he recalls that scene, he relives the pain of being trapped in despair, his already fragile spine shattering inch by inch, his entire lower body losing sensation... Even just remembering it makes him feel cold all over, even shivering, as if his throat is being choked, making it hard to breathe.
He is a person with an extremely high pain tolerance.
But at that moment, he still cried out "It hurts" in a daze.
...It really hurts.