Chapter 514: Tai Bai, What Should We Do?

This was a gamble: Yang Jian was betting that this "curiosity" called the chat group could give him some useful information; even if he truly drew attention, that would come later—not immediately cost him his life.

Right now, besides trading with the human skin parchment, he had no other choice.

Since even the human skin parchment couldn't make any so-called "prediction," why not give it a try?

After all, he was already in a desperate situation—but one problem remained: if he had attracted a new curiosity, this thing might be even deadlier than the human skin parchment!

Of course, there was also a probability

That this thing matched the description it gave when first appearing in his mind—not some ghost at all.

Using his will and thoughts to operate it, Yang Jian directly scrolled down from his earliest group entry record, and soon he saw the information uploaded by the user with ID 'Miss Kelaien's Group Friend'.

After uploading the book 'Mysterious Resurrection', the user specifically mentioned him with an @ and added a message:

——"My name is Yang Jian; by the time you read this, I am already dead."

A cursed sheepskin scroll, an eye watching from the darkness—this was the story of a man who survived.

Damn it!

Even the human skin parchment was included.

He recalled something called a "matryoshka doll"—he himself was the innermost one, the human skin parchment wrapped around him, and this thing wrapped around the human skin parchment.

Everything he had experienced, including the future, was inside this book?!

A long-absent sense of anticipation and joy rose and fell with his erratic heartbeat.

Yang Jian clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge to open the book; even if the book was real, the method for his survival must be inside it—and then the human skin parchment's role toward him would change completely, no longer his only option.

Moreover, if the book was real, this chat group might alter his fate!

Yang Jian typed his first message while observing his surroundings, ready to activate his ghost eye: "Hello everyone, how do you use this Cross-World Rune after extracting it?"

Soon, the first reply came.

Li Changshou: "Same question, fellow cultivators, please guide this newcomer."

Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Dip it in a virgin's urine, silently chant: 'Disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, Yang Jian, I beg you to aid me in Using Cross-World Lines. When you receive the message 'Real-time delivery successful', wait right where you are for him to come and pick you up.'"

Meng Qi: "Isn't traveling this far going to cost you by mileage?"

Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "How should I know? I'm not Yuanshi Tianzun."

It felt just like a group of idiot netizens casually chatting and boasting online—this atmosphere reminded Yang Jian of the forum where he'd previously encountered the 'Knocking Ghost'.

Back then, the ghost servant with the ID 'Thunder God' had also kept sending messages after death.

Yang Jian: "Guys, stop joking—I'm serious."

Zhang Chu'an: "Aren't you two just teasing Fang Yuan Immortal Lord? Once you extract it, you'll automatically know how to use it in your mind."

"Are you two afraid of the curse mark, or triggering the ghost's killing condition? The Immortal Lord's greatness needs no elaboration! I forgot what came after this implication."

Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Zhang Tianyu, you forgot to change your name back."

Zhang Tianyu: "Yes, my lord Fang Yuan!"

Gu Yue Fang Yuan: "Fang Zheng, good brother, open the door—I'm using a Cross-World Rune to come find you. I won't teach outsiders—I'll only teach you."

Yang Jian felt slightly embarrassed, but remembering another person was sharing his plight, the embarrassment vanished.

Just as Zhou Zheng said, people like them could only struggle desperately to survive in this world.

In this desperate situation now, whether or not he offended someone didn't matter—only walking on thin ice could maximize his chance of survival.

Yang Jian held his breath, opened 'Mysterious Resurrection', and rapidly flipped through it; the forum, the Knocking Ghost, the ghost eye, escaping Qizhong Middle School, returning home with altered memories—all largely matched.

He had no time to flip through it thoroughly; he quickly turned to the section corresponding to his current situation and stared intently.

As expected,

Without this thing appearing, he would have already made a deal with the sheepskin scroll.

But only by letting the human skin parchment consume the ghost shadow could he complete the domination.

But now wasn't the time, and this wasn't his cozy bed—he couldn't afford a safe, leisurely reading environment.

At this point, Yang Jian already believed ninety percent of what the chat group had said, and when he saw how many chapters were still left, he suddenly let out a breath of relief.

He could really survive.

He wasn't going to die anytime soon.

If the information was correct, he could be a little bolder when making deals with the human-skin paper.

"The most important thing is—"

Yang Jian's eyes shifted slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing with a hard swallow; inside the body bag he raised his empty hand, and with a single thought—

A talisman appeared in his hand.

He stared wide-eyed at the talisman, while on his other hand the contents of the human-skin paper began to shift—now blurry, now clear—until finally they became the exact same words as before.

"I've only been at Huanggang Village for three days, and I'm already cornered. Perhaps I will die here."

Wait, it wasn't over yet—a few more characters appeared after it.

"No, I've learned the method to control a second fierce ghost."

The future had changed!

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth lifted; since becoming a Ghost Tamer, it had been a long time since he had smiled like this.

The text on the human-skin paper was still changing—"I am now going to make a deal with the human-skin paper."

Yang Jian's smile grew even wider; squinting at the human-skin paper, he said coldly, "Wrong."

Gu Yue Fang Yuan requests to enter your world. Yes/No

You son of a—#

Fang Zheng opened his mouth to speak; he had originally been flipping through that book, but when the other party sent the request, he curiously took out his phone and searched for that familiar name.

After searching, he really did find the corresponding book, but because of the recent crackdown over the past two days it had been taken down, so he could only find bits of information.

He asked some acquaintances for resources and skimmed through them, then asked people in his class group who had read it; after that, Fang Zheng instantly felt something was very wrong, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fuck me!

It's no wonder it gets 404'd!

Yes/No

Yes/No

Yes/No

Fang Zheng: "Bro, I'm not the real Gu Yue Fang Zheng! Stop applying! Why don't you go back to Qingmao Mountain and find your brother?!"

Tang San: "I'm not joking anymore—I'm not the real Gu Yue Fang Yuan either. I'm Tang Master Sanzang."

Where's this Tang Master Sanzang so abstract? Do you think I'd believe your bullshit on my first day?!

Also, you missed one character.

Since we've got our own info, there's no way others don't know about Gu Yue Fang Yuan.

Given the awesome IDs in the group and how they just joked around, maybe they really are fakes.

But the disadvantage of being new shows up—these IDs can be changed at will, and we don't even know if the people behind them are who they claim to be; a few I don't recognize and can't search for.

Fang Zheng: "I've got a question—why does my copy only have today's content, and nothing after?"

Su Lin: "The rest hasn't been written yet—it got censored."

Fang Zheng: "?"

You're telling me a righteous, friendly, positive, hot-blooded good youth like me got censored?!

Fang Zheng sat frozen on his bed for a long while, then stood up and stared at the moon outside the glass window, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Amazing."

A mouthful of complaints stuck in his throat, unsure whether to speak or not.

I was planning to find San Yan's whereabouts and clues to the Five Ghosts Transport Incense through the later content—full of hope—and this is all I get?!

His delight over Su Lin's whereabouts and the clues to the Five Ghosts Transporting Incense turned to disbelief—this was it?!

At that moment, someone else in the group started speaking—someone other than the person who kept changing their name.

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "New friends, why not come to the Dou Qi Continent for a chat? Today happens to be a banquet—we're dining with some friends here."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "New friends, why not join us on the Battle Qi Continent? Today happens to be a banquet—we're dining here with some friends."

That sounds pretty good.

But Fang Zheng was now torn—according to the group's descriptions, personal safety didn't seem too much of a concern.

Provided there aren't any demonic cultivators here, like xx Fang x.

Administrator Ye Fan enabled the livestream.

Seeing the notification, Fang Zheng clicked in—and before him appeared a breathtakingly beautiful, fairyland scene.

The immersive sensory experience was more real than any video product—he could even feel vast, lofty things, and sense the very air around him.

The table overflowed with drinks and food more extravagant than a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.

A table laden with drinks and food more extravagant than the Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.

Fang Zheng solemnly pulled out a talisman—everyone looked this beautiful, so there couldn't possibly be any demonic cultivators here.

Tonight, Alice's Fantasy Journey to the Dou Qi Continent

Tonight, Alice's Wonderland Journey on the Battle Qi Continent.

Su Lin used his spiritual power to pluck the paper doll drifting down to the ground, sighed, pushed aside a pile of inappropriate memorials, and propped one hand on his desk, staring at the one-way portal across from him.

"Your Majesty, you really should deal with these memorials soon—they're all matters we dare not decide on our own," Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing urged.

Su Lin had said days ago he'd return to handle them, but had done nothing.

Coincidentally, Su Lin had asked him to fetch some fermented wine from Heaven as a trade item; using the methods left by Hun Tian Di and Yuanshi Tianzun, he had traveled across worlds to this place.

He set down some rare treasures, obeying Hun Tian Di's decree, and took away the pile of precious materials and weapons Ye Fan had produced, preparing to return them to Heaven's treasure vault.

Then Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing pulled out several letters bearing true-spirit seals and walked toward Meng Qi, whose brow twitched involuntarily.

"Tianzun, these are letters entrusted to this humble immortal by Guangchengzi, Jin Ling Shengmu, and others."

There was no choice—certain old-timers from the Chan Sect and Jie Sect refused to obey management from others in Heaven; Heaven couldn't interfere in their internal affairs, so it could only help deliver letters.

The Three Realms are just beginning to recover; if not for that, he wouldn't dare disturb these two at such a time.

"Your servant takes his leave." After delivering the items, Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing asked no further questions, bowed, and prepared to depart.

"Seventh" Su Lin suddenly asked:

"Tai Bai, it's not that I don't want to return and handle the affairs of the Three Realms—but you say I sincerely invited someone to dinner, they agreed to come, yet they've just been lingering here, wasting time with paper dolls. What should I do?"

Upon hearing this, Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing halted his steps and whispered: "Your Majesty, who is this great being?"

"An otherworldly Immortal, or an Immortal I happened to meet, probably," Su Lin said, glancing at the paper doll in his hand.

"Unthinkable!" Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing's face flushed with indignation; he whispered: "If this were within our jurisdiction of the myriad worlds, I'd have the Thunder Department split his head open! Your Majesty, shall I summon heavenly soldiers to 'invite' him here?"

"Seventh—no no no, just asking casually." Su Lin summoned the seventh paper doll into his hand.

From the first to this seventh, each paper doll had different details.

Perhaps he was experimenting with how to overcome dimensional and temporal barriers to exert control—trying to solve this technical problem?

Unlike an avatar, Li Changshou's paper dolls have only one "brain"—the original body; all other paper dolls are mere puppets.

Too far away, no linking device—running over causes a short circuit.

There is a solution, like what Su Lin once did—attach a "data cable" to oneself.

"Hearing a hundred times is not as good as seeing once—what a talent!" Su Lin remarked with admiration, sending all the paper dolls back.

Fang Zheng stood beside him, utterly bewildered, watching it all.

To express admiration, he sent all the paper Daoists back.

Fang Zheng stood beside them, bewildered, watching it all.

If I didn't hear wrong, then my ears are broken.

Yang Jian looked around, sitting on a mat with Fang Zheng, another newcomer, and remained stunned for a long while after hearing these exchanges.

"How much do the two of you usually read?" Kleine walked up to Fang Zheng and Yang Jian, removed his hat, and asked politely: "Have you already learned anything about the others?"

Fang Zheng shook his head: "Only part of it—mostly Wu Xia."

He had strengthened himself through the Human Skin Scripture in the Wu Xia domain and was currently trying to follow the high-martial path, so he had frantically caught up on a lot.

Yang Jian said the same: "I only recognize a few."

"Both of you, close your eyes. I'll send you a compressed information package," Kleine nodded. "Relax."

Under the Dao resonance of the Enlightenment Tea, the two, their tension and vigilance greatly reduced, exchanged glances and slowly closed their eyes.

"Liu Li Ge, promise me you won't do this again," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan said.

Han Li fell silent; he actually thought the other's technique was quite good.

About ten seconds later, a man in a black robe walked out from the other end of the door, his sharply chiseled handsome face curiously scanning the surroundings.

What's up with that old man? I didn't even provoke him.

With Li Changshou's skill in reading expressions, he instantly noticed an old white-bearded man holding a flywhisk whose gaze held slight displeasure—but not yet malice.

"Go back and attend to your duties, and take the memorials with you. I'll deal with them shortly," Su Lin said.

Meng Qi quickly shoved all the letters into Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing's hands: "Thank you—later, he'll handle them for me."

Saying this, he hurried over to the empty seat beside Fang Zheng, putting distance between himself and Su Lin.

You fucking

Su Lin nearly lost his composure.

If there weren't so many people here, I'd definitely settle this with Meng Qi.

"We won't ask whether you're an avatar or your true self," Ye Fan raised his cup and gestured around: "Do as you please."

Li Changshou smiled apologetically.

After fully reading the book's information, after deep deliberation and several technical experimental failures, he ultimately decided to personally take action.

Of course, aside from certain critical upcoming events and matters requiring prior preparation, he had already sealed away all other information he had learned from the book.

"Just now, the Dragon Palace was occupied with some matters—the aquatic races were too enthusiastic, and I couldn't extricate myself," he offered an excuse, which was also the truth.

Li Changshou looked at the crowd, bowed slightly, and smiled: "Li Changshou greets you, fellow Daoists. May the heavens be vast and all Daoists flourish daily."

He slightly modified the content of the Sutra for Guiding Souls, but it didn't matter—the Holy Ones weren't here.

At that moment, Fang Zheng snapped his eyes open, his gaze filled with unmistakable shock. He scanned the faces around him, then looked at Meng Qi—who had somehow sat beside him—and asked: "Yuanshi Tianzun?!"

"This humble Daoist is Yuanshi," Meng Qi smiled and nodded, turning to Li Changshou: "Fellow Daoist, 'My Dao flourishes daily' sounds smoother."

Li Changshou: