I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 920 - 443: Dao, Virtue, Law, and Reason

The Drought Fiend rarely ventured out, her activities were limited to the Ancient Yin River Dao. Known to be one of the zombie ancestors, those unaware might mistake her for the ancestor of reclusive women.

It was precisely this isolated lifestyle that left the Drought Fiend with virtually no information from the outside world. Upon hearing Xu Qing speak of external changes, even the once world-wise celestial maiden couldn’t help but show a look of astonishment.

Leaving aside other matters, was it possible for someone to come up with the idea of having zombies push mills and work?

On the way to the Zhuoshui Dojo of the General, Xu Qing mimicked Xuan Yu by taking out a small paper box and handing it to the Drought Fiend.

"What is this?"

Xu Qing smiled mysteriously and said, "This is a portable Fire Technique devised by humans. As the Drought Fiend Fire Master, you might find it interesting."

The Drought Fiend, naturally intelligent, found the knack before Xu Qing could speak further, striking a match to ignite it.

"This should be a small technique for preserving a flame, similar to the method the human Fire Ancestor used to make fire by drilling wood in ancient times."

Fiddling with the matchbox, at one moment, she seemingly unintentionally released a temperature inherent to the Drought Fiend, causing the small paper box in her hand to instantly explode into flames and vanish without a trace.

"..."

The Drought Fiend glanced at Xu Qing, then continued to admire the scenery of the Ancient Yin River with her hands behind her back, as if nothing had happened.

Xu Qing wondered what there was to see in the desolate Ancient Yin River.

"In the Ancient Yin River Dao, there once stood the City of Unjust Deaths, where I often went to play, but unfortunately, the current City of Unjust Deaths no longer exists."

Xu Qing had visited the City of Unjust Deaths, which was a Ghost Law dojo, but by the time he went, the city was already a ruin.

"Was that city lively?"

The Drought Fiend showed a look of reminiscence: "It was the largest city in the three realms, where all unjustly dead spirits lived, waiting for their Yin lifespan to deplete before they would reenter reincarnation."

Xu Qing knew the function of the City of Unjust Deaths. Those with unfinished Yang lifespan did not directly enter reincarnation after death, but their remaining Yang lifespan converted into ’Yin lifespan’ within the City of Unjust Deaths.

No matter if one was royalty or a commoner in a past life, everything started anew upon entering the City of Unjust Deaths.

In the City of Unjust Deaths, a beggar could become a shopkeeper, and an emperor could end up as a runner.

The spirits toiled with only one goal—to accumulate Yin virtues and earn merit points, working hard in the City of Unjust Deaths to secure a better reincarnation in their next life.

Xu Qing had transcended errant spirits and seen the fleeting scenes of the Demon Exorcism True Monarch’s light cycle; he was very familiar with the matter of reincarnation.

The spirits only knew that working in the City of Unjust Deaths could accumulate fortune for their next life, unaware that the work they did there was experience they could carry into their next incarnation.

Some were born prodigious, like Guo Baolin, renowned for naming dishes at Rongsheng House, perhaps he was once a waiter in the City of Unjust Deaths.

The City of Unjust Deaths could be considered a practice field for cultivation across lifetimes, with all sorts of operations, living up to its claim as the most bustling city.

Xu Qing also longed for the grand cityscape spoken of by the Drought Fiend. For a zombie like him, having a Funeral Shop linked to the mortal world in the City of Unjust Deaths would certainly advance his funerary talents.

...

In the region of Xindu, the Zhuoshui Dojo of the Ancient Yin River.

Xu Qing and the Drought Fiend seemed like tourists on a spring outing, paying no mind to the fierce battle that could unfold next.

The Drought Fiend, having been a war goddess, was already accustomed to matters of battle formations.

Seeing the Drought Fiend’s calm demeanor, Xu Qing also relaxed.

"Ahead is the General’s Dojo, besides the General, four gatekeepers of the Ancient Yin River have gathered here... How many chances does the celestial maiden think we have to win this battle?"

"We? Are you suggesting that ’we’ refers to just the two of us?" The Drought Fiend looked around, not spotting a third person.

"It’s not just us two."

The Drought Fiend’s expression eased, but the next moment she heard Xu Qing say, "Besides you and me, several Altar Masters from my Great Luo Sect are standing by outside. Once we win this battle, they can host the grand formation at any time, benefiting all the states."

"..."

The Drought Fiend stared wide-eyed at Xu Qing, seemingly unable to believe her ears.

Was she asking about hosting the grand formation?

"I’m asking if you have other helpers to face the General and these gatekeepers directly?"

Xu Qing looked at the Drought Fiend, the meaning clear without words.

"..."

The Drought Fiend turned and walked away.

Xu Qing watched her leave, unmoved.

A moment later, the Drought Fiend, having traveled a distance, returned riding her Tunneling Light.

"Have you thought it through, elder?"

Xu Qing smiled.

Ignoring the seemingly mad youth before her, the Drought Fiend said coldly, "I’m here to get my coffin."

Hearing this, the youth who had been propping up the bronze coffin a moment ago stepped forward immediately to block the front of the coffin.

"The General is an embodiment of obsession. The celestial maiden has a life-or-death enmity with Him. Once you appear, He will undoubtedly be bound by His obsession, pursuing you relentlessly."

"The celestial maiden only needs to buy me a moment to draw the General away from the dojo. The other gatekeepers, the celestial maiden need not worry; I have my ways to handle them."

With that, Xu Qing stepped aside, allowing the Drought Fiend to retrieve the bronze coffin.

"What method do you have? Can you subdue two gatekeepers at once, let alone four? Even if you can, how much strength will you have left to deal with an enraged General?"

"If you stay in the Ancient Yin River, He will go to any lengths to destroy you! If you escape to the mortal world, He will do whatever it takes to chase after you."

"Now that the Cyan Dragon Divine Monarch has lost the last divine power protecting the mortal world, without any sacred guardianship, what do you think the final result will be?"

The Drought Fiend, ignoring Xu Qing’s words, turned and left after retrieving the coffin.