Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Yin Stone...

Chen Qiu silently touched his own pocket. Whether it was in the form of a yin soul or a physical body, as soon as he entered the underworld, all items from the mortal world could not be carried over, except for his clothes.

It was considered a fairly humane setup.

It prevented one from entering the underworld naked and shivering after death.

He didn't have a single Yin Stone in his pocket. He could roughly guess what a Yin Stone was—likely it was a stone formed by the condensation of Yin Qi, just like Spiritual Energy.

One was the currency of the mortal world, the other, the currency of the underworld.

He did have quite a few Spirit Stones, but they were all in the small world and the Heavenly Dao Ring, none of which could be taken out, and even if they could, they would be useless.

He was already considering whether to place some Spirit Stones in the Heavenly Palace in the future, so that even if he went to the underworld or some other special map, he could still retrieve the Spirit Stones from the Heavenly Palace.

But that was prone to risks of leakage, and not small risks at that.

The Heavenly Palace was a place in the Central Continent that no one could reach.

But that didn't mean it was absolutely untouchable. He had once seen someone push the door open and enter while he was in the Heavenly Palace. That person was shrouded in white light, making it impossible to see their face or figure. After that, he was forcefully sent back to the Xuantian Continent by the Heavenly Palace.

...

Seeing that it was almost his turn in the queue.

Chen Qiu turned and looked at the Human Clan Cultivator behind him and said softly, "Could you lend me ten Yin Stones?"

"What do you think?"

The Human Clan Cultivator behind him looked at him as if he was looking at a fool, "If I asked you for ten Yin Stones, would you lend them to me?"

...

Chen Qiu was silent for a while then crouched down and carefully touched the ground with his finger.

Instantly, a small hole appeared on the ground.

The area around the hole developed dozens of small spiderweb-like cracks.

Then he spoke again, "How about this time?"

"As it should be."

The Human Clan Cultivator knelt respectfully on the spot, lifting ten Yin Stones above his head, bowed his head towards the ground, and said in a deep voice," It is my honor to serve the needs of an Elder."

Yet his legs couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.

A mere touch was enough to wield such formidable power. This seemingly unremarkable dwarf in front of him was at least a Nascent Soul level Ghost Cultivator!

He was a mere Golden Core Ghost Cultivator who absolutely could not and dared not provoke such a being.

Although he did not know why such a high-level Elder would ask him for ten Yin Stones, a seemingly trivial wealth, the Elder must have his reasons. And no matter the reasons, he was well aware that he dared not defy them.

"There are still good people around."

Chen Qiu mused as he took the ten Yin Stones from the Human Clan Cultivator. Just as his turn arrived, he handed five of the Yin Stones to the city guard and then stepped boldly into the city before him.

Before stepping into the city gate...

He saw the name embedded above the city gate.

'Crow Ghost City.'

...

Upon entering Crow Ghost City, Chen Qiu had no specific aims and simply wandered the streets following the flow of people, or perhaps... the flow of ghosts?

Apart from the lack of liveliness, there was no real difference from the cities in the mortal world.

Everyone's body was ice-cold, completely lacking in liveliness, and the entire city was filled with a dense ghostly aura. The streets were also filled with numerous vendors.

Shouting out to sell food or whatnot.

Only...

The food of the underworld did indeed look like it belonged to the underworld.

...

Chen Qiu glanced at a vendor's stall containing 'brownish yellow little pills' and silently quickened his pace. It was the third vendor he had come across selling these brownish yellow pills.

At first, he was quite curious, even squatting down to ask what they were.

After all, he sensed a kind of liveliness from these little pills—a type of liveliness found only in the mortal world.

As you know,

in a place like the underworld, where there isn't a trace of liveliness, such a thing is truly rare. After inquiring, he learned that the underworld generally refers to it as,

'Human Pill.'

Because it carries liveliness, it gives Ghost Cultivators a feeling similar to having a full body massage when consumed, so many people like to occasionally buy some Human Pills to eat.

The raw materials for this Human Pill come from filthy substances in the mortal world.

It can roughly be understood as—

The mortal world and the underworld are eternally separated, but some filthy substances from the mortal world can occasionally fall into the underworld by chance. These filthy items, carrying the liveliness of the mortal world, are then made into a kind of snack with a rich flavor.

These filthy substances come in many forms.

The most common being... human excrement.

Of course, not just human excrement, but also excrement from the Demon Race, the Dwarf Clan, can be used. 'Human' is just a general term, as is 'liveliness.'

Specifically, it refers to Yang Qi.

However, although this kind of food rich in liveliness is comfortable to consume, because they have ultimately become Ghost Cultivators, they cannot consume too much of it.

Otherwise, at the very least their cultivation might regress, and in severe cases, the collision of Yang Qi and Yin Qi within their bodies could cause serious injuries.

Therefore, the price isn't very high.

...

Passing through the streets, Chen Qiu finally found a teahouse. At this moment, the business inside was booming, crowded to the brim, making it impossible to squeeze in.

And Chen Qiu didn't enter either, just standing outside looking towards the storyteller passionately narrating on the high stage inside the teahouse.

Isn't that rare.

There are also storytellers in the underworld.

It's unclear what they used to do in their lives, maybe storytellers in life, storytellers in death as well.

Literally, once a storyteller, always a storyteller.

Before coming to the underworld, he hadn't realized that merit points had so many benefits, not just allowing purchases from the 'Merit Value Store' of various kinds of goods.