Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Morning Encounter, He Fei Pays a Visit

Early morning, Taoyuan Square.

Zhang Fan walked into the lobby, a bit dazed. As soon as he woke up, he noticed something unusual about his body; the True Yang was surging, yet it was accompanied by Yin Qi, gathering at the Primordial Spirit in the Profound Passage.

In other words, last night, in his sleep, he seemed to have practiced the ”Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique” and absorbed a large amount of Yin Qi.

”Can you cultivate while sleeping? Am I a genius!?” Zhang Fan murmured, faintly feeling there was an issue with himself or, perhaps, with his Primordial Spirit, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what the problem was.

”Ouch...”

Just at that moment, Zhang Fan was jolted as if he had bumped into something soft, and immediately a sound of pain followed.

Looking down, he saw a tall beauty in a tight skirt knocked to the ground by him, currently rubbing her long and slender leg.

”I... I’m sorry... I was distracted...”

Zhang Fan shifted his gaze from a shadowy spot and hastily moved forward to help.

”It’s alright... Just watch where you’re going next time, okay?”

The tall beauty got up slowly with Zhang Fan’s help, her voice sweet and gentle, with a natural lilting accent.

”If you hit an old granny, wouldn’t you be in for big trouble?”

”I’ll be careful next time!” Zhang Fan replied awkwardly.

”Did you just graduate?” The beauty glanced at Zhang Fan, casually asking.

”Just graduated from East University.”

”Are you from East University too?” Her eyes lit up, and she took another look at Zhang Fan.

”Are you, Senior?” Zhang Fan tried to close the distance, feeling that today was indeed a wonderful day.

”My name is Wang Tiantian, I work in this building, two years ahead of you.”

”I’m Zhang Fan!”

Seeing Wang Tiantian’s hand extended towards him, Zhang Fan gently shook it, finding it warm and soft.

”You’re a graduate of East University. Have you ever tried Granny Tang’s meat soup at the South Gate?” Wang Tiantian smiled slightly, teasing.

”Granny Tang’s meat soup? Senior, you’re funny. I haven’t tried it, but I’ve heard of it.” Zhang Fan laughed.

There’s a legend at East University, after 10 PM, outside the South Gate, a street vendor sometimes appears. The vendor is an old granny, known as Granny Tang. She doesn’t sell anything else; she just cooks a pot of fragrant soup in a large iron cauldron.

Legend has it, if someone meets Granny Tang and drinks a bowl of her soup, unexpected luck will follow.

Xiaomei is a third-year student, very beautiful, with a melon-shaped face, big eyes, and a red mole on her forehead. She had many admirers.

Later on, she accepted a senior’s pursuit and got involved, but afterwards, the senior began to distance himself, even blocking all her contacts.

Xiaomei was heartbroken. After some inquiry, she found out that the senior actually had a girlfriend and she unknowingly became the other woman.

That day, when Xiaomei returned to school, it was already late. As she passed the South Gate, a fragrant aroma wafted to her.

It was then she discovered an old granny outside the South Gate, pushing a broken cart with a large iron cauldron of broth simmering on it.

Xiaomei walked over to take a look. The granny was wearing a gray long dress, her hair white, her skin dry and withered like ancient wood.

Yet, the soup smelled so good that Xiaomei couldn’t resist ordering a bowl. Taking a sip, she found the taste unique, unlike anything she had ever tried. But when she prepared to pay, the granny had disappeared.

Xiaomei was puzzled as she returned to her dormitory.

Five days later, a close friend told her that the senior who pursued her had been diagnosed with cancer, and even his girlfriend had been extremely unlucky, getting into a car accident and losing a leg.

Xiaomei was delighted at the news. Not long after, she fell in love again, this time with a tall, handsome boy from her department, who treated her exceptionally well. Her roommates were envious; Xiaomei was pleased, guessing it might have been the soup she drank from Granny Tang that night...

After all, they said whoever drank the soup would have lucky things happen to them...

But soon after that, Xiaomei discovered, to her horror, that she was losing hair, and the remaining started to turn white. Even more terrifyingly, her skin aged each day, shriveled, like winter withered wood.

Before long, Xiaomei dropped out of school, and nobody knew what happened to her.

Two months later, one night, another girl returned to school and encountered an old granny outside the South Gate, pushing a cart with a large iron cauldron cooking soup on it. The granny wore a gray dress, had sparse white hair, and a red mole on her forehead.

East University is full of legends, with Granny Tang’s meat soup being one of them.

As Wang Tiantian said this, it was clear she was looking for shared ground with Zhang Fan.

As they talked, the elevator began to ascend.

”I’ve never had Granny Tang’s soup, but I have stayed late at the A1 teaching building.” Zhang Fan said quietly.

”Huh? You’re quite bold.” Wang Tiantian looked surprised.

The A1 teaching building of East University is also associated with another horrifying legend.

”This is my stop...”

Just then, the elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and Wang Tiantian, with her bag on her back, turned and waved at Zhang Fan, flashing a sweet smile.

”Junior, let’s have lunch together someday when you’re free.”

”Sure!”

Zhang Fan nodded, watching Wang Tiantian step out of the elevator until the doors closed.

”What a wonderful day,” Zhang Fan murmured softly, shaking his head a moment later.

”Heart Monkey, Consciousness troubled...”

Lustful desires are a big taboo for a cultivator, not only breeding delusions and disorder but also damaging vitality and decaying the body...

Yesterday, in the car, Jiang Hu mentioned women and cultivation, stating that for a cultivator, it’s a serious taboo. The old saying goes:

People love the Immortal Cave, but don’t know it’s a coffin’s seam.

Even Ancestor Master Chunyang once said, the young beauty resembling cream, the sword of lust and desire chopping the ordinary man, though unseen are heads rolling, it silently withers one’s bones and flesh!!

”The ancestral master is right... Damn, forgot to add Super Faith...” Zhang Fan smacked his forehead, suddenly aware.

Dong...

At this time, a slight ding drew Zhang Fan’s attention back. He looked up to see the elevator had stopped on the seventeenth floor.

Zhang Fan, with his bag slung over, exited the elevator, walking towards Night is not bright.

Just then, a young man with a stern, handsome face, dressed in a neatly pressed suit, was just leaving Night is not bright, escorted to the door by Wen He with a professional smile.

”He’s from the He Family...”

Zhang Fan immediately recognized the person walking towards him. He recalled that day, following Wen He and Old Yu to deliver goods to the He Family Manor, seeing this person from a distance standing on a villa balcony.

According to Wen He, he was the most outstanding young man of the He Family, also He Tailan’s illegitimate son, who had been taken back to the family at the age of nine and had become adept at cultivating.

”He Fei!”

Zhang Fan recalled the man’s name, a strange feeling stirring within him.

If he remembered correctly, He Fei was He Huan’s brother, and that day at the He Family Manor, Zhang Fan had personally destroyed He Huan’s Primordial Spirit.

”What is he here for!?”

Zhang Fan felt a pang of guilt, his heart beating faster.

He Huan, with his Primordial Spirit destroyed, had long been a vegetative state, half-alive. Wen He mentioned that if not for He Fei’s insistence, the He Family would have opted for euthanasia already.

The sibling bond was extraordinarily close, with He Fei secretly investigating the culprit behind his sister’s harm that day.

”Could he have found out?!” Zhang Fan whispered to himself.

At this moment, He Fei had already approached. As he walked past Zhang Fan, suddenly He Fei stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.

”Stop...”

Zhang Fan’s heart tightened, turning to face him, True Yang ready to flow.

”What’s the matter?”

”Your zipper’s undone!” He Fei casually mentioned, turning to enter the elevator.

”...”