CHAPTER 344: YINDE MONEY! SOUL-CALLING! THE FENGDU PASSAGE! SUDDEN CHANGE!

The old farmer pulled a piece of paper money from his robes; it was a talisman imbued with a strange, uncanny force.

“Petty, low-grade demonic sorcery, you say?” He was so enraged he laughed, his smile twisting into something grotesque. He was determined to cast this brutish young Daoist straight into Fengdu.

A living being with such blazing blood and qi thrown into Fengdu would be like plunging ice into boiling oil. There would be instant detonation!

Just then, Li Yanchu frowned. Why did this aura feel strangely familiar? He activated his Spirit Eyes, divine light flickering in his gaze.

“No need to strain yourself, young Daoist,” the old farmer sneered. “This is Yinde Money, burned as offerings to the dead.”

Yinde? Li Yanchu arched a brow.

“Only with Yinde Money can the entrance to Fengdu be opened.” With that, the old farmer lit the paper.

Whoosh!

Emerald-green flames surged across its surface, and his face instantly drained of all color. The dark, stagnant pool began to part, its waters slowly pulling aside to reveal a deep, yawning passage beneath.

The old farmer’s skin cracked bit by bit, and his blood spilled everywhere. Truly, it was a ghastly, horrifying sight.

He wasn’t just opening the entrance to Fengdu, he was forcing Li Yanchu inside! And the backlash on his body was immense.

“The entrance to Fengdu was hidden beneath this pool!?” Li Yanchu frowned.

Unable to resist, Li Yanchu cast another glance at the terrifyingly powerful female corpse. Could it be... that this corpse was also one of those forbidden existences that had emerged from Fengdu!?

“This is the entrance to Fengdu, young Daoist, what are you waiting for!?”

The old farmer’s voice echoed as though it came from the depths of the Nine Hells, laced with a Bewitchment Technique. He only possessed three slips of Yinde Money, each capable of opening Fengdu’s entrance. But, one had already been seized by that sword-wielding woman earlier. As he thought of this, hate seethed in his heart.

However, Li Yanchu remained calm. With righteousness filling his chest, divine lights flared from his body, effortlessly repelling the old farmer’s Bewitchment Technique.

“Still not going!?” The old farmer’s voice turned shrill, blood streaming from his seven orifices.

A forbidden sorcery unique to Mount Youming now came into play: ripples of translucent waves spread from his mouth, as if stirring some hidden taboo.

Suddenly, the deep passage roared with an irresistible suction force, and Li Yanchu’s body was involuntarily pulled and dragged toward the gaping entrance.

It felt... like the workings of a rule itself, something strangely familiar, almost like stepping into a Blissful Land.

A twisted smile crept across the old farmer’s lips. Fengdu had always been a forbidden land for the living, with its Nine-Curved Nether River, countless bizarre phenomena born of dead men’s resentment, and terrifying ancient taboos sealed within. This young Daoist was brimming with qi and blood, so once he entered, only death awaited him.

The old farmer cast Li Yanchu a cold glance, his heart swelling with savage delight.

“Even if you hold a supreme treasure that absorbs yin qi, you’ll never walk out of Fengdu alive!”

Even great fortune and destiny were useless here. Fengdu only acknowledged yin virtue and meritorious deeds. Only those righteous cultivators who possessed boundless merit might have a chance of leaving Fengdu alive. In the old farmer’s eyes, Li Yanchu at this moment was no different from a dead man.

As Li Yanchu was about to vanish into the dark, fathomless passage, the old farmer unconsciously held his breath.

Suddenly, a tidal force of suction swept forth. Even the terrifying female corpse with her monstrous physical strength was being dragged closer to Li Yanchu, let alone the frail old farmer.

Just then, Li Yanchu unleashed the Divine Astral Hands. With overwhelming qi force, he yanked both the old farmer and the female corpse toward him!

The old farmer had no time to react before he felt his arm seized by an irresistible grip. A colossal strength dragged his body uncontrollably toward the abyssal passage.

“You bastard!” the old farmer cried out in shock.

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, along with that terrifying female corpse. The three of them were all swallowed into the passage leading to Fengdu.

Li Yanchu felt a wave of violent vertigo, and his vision went black, then he found himself in a strange new realm.

The sky was dim, and the earth stretched endless and boundless. The entire world was deathly silent, as though it were a monochrome land of the dead.

The old farmer and the terrifying female corpse had both been dragged inside with him.

“You motherfucker!”

The old farmer’s face turned ashen, and he cursed viciously. That damned Daoist had actually dragged him into Fengdu! This was a place where the living must not tread, and even Ghost Dao cultivators who entered rarely came out alive!

“You want to fight?” Li Yanchu sneered coldly. “See if we can stir up those terrifying beings you spoke of!?”

The old farmer froze, his expression stiffening as he cast a wary glance around. That young Daoist was truly a bastard, but his words were not wrong. If the two of them fought here, the shockwaves of their battle would surely draw the attention of unimaginable horrors!

The old farmer clamped his mouth shut.

“You’re ruthless!” he muttered in a low, venomous tone.

Li Yanchu only smiled without answering, and he quietly extended his senses through the area.

The yin qi here was overwhelmingly dense. Everywhere lay corpse qi, death qi, baleful qi, and the hatred of the dead.

Yet to his surprise, he found he felt no real fear.

Could it be because I’ve already entered the Blissful Land of Mount Jinting and Jade Altar before? he wondered inwardly.

The Jade Altar Blissful Land had been different, at least; it brimmed with spiritual energy. The Mount Jinting Blissful Land had been shrouded in darkness, practically like a hell on earth, and was not much different from this Fengdu.

When he thought of this, Li Yanchu’s lips twitched slightly.

“Could it be that Mount Jinting’s Blissful Land was also some kind of underworld-type place?”

Before he could think further, the old farmer beside him had already pulled out hundred-year corpse oil, smearing it over his body, and hung that verdigris-covered ancient coin on his chest.

His movements looked rushed and desperate. The old farmer was clearly sealing away his own human aura with corpse oil, so that the shades and terrors of Fengdu wouldn’t notice him. Who knew what kinds of horrors might be drawn here!

He couldn’t resist glancing at Li Yanchu, a cold smile spreading across his face. A Daoist priest, who also practiced martial cultivation, brimming with vigorous blood and qi... Those two auras in Fengdu would surely stand out like a beacon. No way he’d survive. Something terrifying was bound to come for him.

Still, the old farmer dared not make a move just yet. This young Daoist never followed the rules.

If he tried to sneak away now, this bastard would definitely strike at him!

Damn it, that damned Daoist! the old farmer cursed in his heart.

Next, Li Yanchu tried using his Art of Pursuit here, and to his surprise, he was able to detect Fang Qinglan’s aura again.

“There’s hope!” His eyes lit up.

After finishing all this, he cast a cold glance at the old farmer. Instantly, the old farmer felt a sharp, threatening energy stabbing toward him, which made him feel like he was in extreme danger. He couldn’t help but step back, as if facing a formidable enemy.

“Junior, you’re too arrogant. This is the Fengdu secret realm, if you make a move, it could attract forbidden beings!” the old farmer said.

These were what Li Yanchu had used to threaten him earlier. However, at this moment, Li Yanchu had no intention of joking with him.

This old schemer, his methods are simply too many! And who knows what kind of place Mount Youming really is, its tricks are astonishingly mysterious!

I must kill him!

A surge of icy killing intent rose in Li Yanchu’s heart. If this man wasn’t eliminated, he’d become a danger to Li Yanchu.

At this time, the old farmer was stunned. Was this young Daoist insane!? He actually intended to make a move here of all places!

Pfftttt!

The old farmer’s chest was pierced through; a slender arm had thrust straight through, gripping his heart in the process. The change happened far too quickly, so quickly he didn’t even have time to use his Substitute Strawman Technique!

In disbelief, he turned his head. The female corpse, with her hair disheveled, curved her bright lips into a chillingly enchanting smile.

“You lowly man... a descendant of Old Ghost Wusheng dares to set his sights on my corpse?”

Her voice was cold, laced with an overwhelming aura of power.