Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Seven-Star Seal, Dragon’s Tooth Carrying Corpses

In the evening, dark clouds traversed the sky, obscuring a crescent moon.

Taoyuan Square was draped in nightfall, devoid of the daytime bustle, with only sparse lights flickering in the buildings, guiding the way for the future of the 996 work slaves.

Thirteenth floor, Skinny Pig Medical Beauty Technology Company.

When Zhang Fan arrived, the lights inside were still on, but no one was visible; by this time, everyone should have left.

”Is anyone there?”

Zhang Fan walked in, glancing around, seeing no response, not entering the lobby, the reception was also deserted.

”Sister Tiantian?”

Zhang Fan called inside, still receiving no reply, took out his phone, sent a voice message to Wang Tiantian, telling her he was already at the door.

Following this, Zhang Fan started wandering around the lobby, the surrounding walls adorned with various success stories: rhinoplasty, breast enhancement, body contouring, etc.

If you need it, you can be remade, to possess a more perfect physique and appearance.

Zhang Fan heard Wang Tiantian say that many guests here spent hundreds of thousands, it was all high-tech; their figure and looks after coming out were top-notch standout.

Such a blood investment, showcasing on various social platforms, packaging oneself well, can sell at a high price, recoup the cost in a month.

As the saying goes, unbroken skin and unharmed flesh, self-reliance to earn quickly. As long as you pull up your trousers, who says girls aren’t decent.

For this reason, their company also launched [Beauty Loan], [Slimming Loan]... even an underlying black industry chain, the money for cosmetic packaging fully funded by them, but after success, you must entertain various guests from political and business circles for different durations based on costs, from six months to two or three years.

For this, Zhang Fan found it unsurprising; after all, the He Family was originally in the jockey business, dabbling in both black and white domains, not strictly upright; doing business naturally was with no taboos.

”Hmm? How can it still come out?”

Zhang Fan opened his phone, finding Wang Tiantian hadn’t replied to his message, he turned to look inside, striding forward.

Just then, Zhang Fan’s brows furrowed, catching a faint scent of blood.

Given his current physique, his six senses sharp, being able to smell such delicate scent wasn’t surprising, even in this medical company, scenting blood wasn’t odd...

The only strange thing was, this whiff of blood lacked vitality; in other words, this wasn’t blood from a living person.

Zhang Fan moved forward slowly, arriving at the innermost [Refinement Room], he heard Wang Tiantian mention, this was the core department of the company, where people generally weren’t allowed in.

But now, the door was ajar, the smell of blood here was most intense.

Zhang Fan hesitated briefly, pushed the door open, almost tangible blood smell hit his face.

The sight before him made Zhang Fan’s face change slightly, numerous pale skins hung mid-air, faintly showing twisted, gnarled facial features, along with scattered hair.

Strange talismans were drawn on those glaring white skins.

At the innermost, a clay pool filled with scarlet liquid, surrounded by seven lamps, six lit, the remaining lamp facing north, only a thread of flame flickering...

”Sister Tiantian!?”

Zhang Fan’s face altered, seeing Wang Tiantian seated within the clay pool, eyes closed, seemingly lifeless.

”Rootless tree, flowers serene, who would repair amidst worldly greed? Life’s affairs, bitter sea boat, drifting unfree...”

At this moment, an icy detached voice eerily sounded.

Zhang Fan gazed intently, only then seeing, under those white skins sat a figure, none other than He Fei.

Behind him, an eerie painting was enshrined, depicting an exotic beast, shaped like a pig, bony thin, incense swirling endlessly.

”Zhang Sanfeng’s verse is well-written, worldly greed, ultimately unfree, better to cultivate early, hoping for immortality...”

”Pity though, within worldly dust, body not governed, unfree, how to escape for cultivation?”

He Fei lamented softly, his eyes carrying a hint of worldly vicissitudes.

”What are you doing?”

Zhang Fan’s expression turned sharp, looking at Wang Tiantian, her vitality was now undetectable.

”Seven-Star Seal, Dragon’s Tooth Carrying Corpses, flesh sacrifices live beings, Ferocious Dragon Saliva...” He Fei said faintly.

Taoyuan Square was the Dragon’s Mouth location of a Dragon Vein in [Jinning District], and this room was the most ominous spot in the entire square.

Seven-Star Seal, Dragon’s Tooth Carrying Corpses!

Half a year ago, six people have died in this company, short of the last one to complete the sacrifice, causing the Dragon Vein to awaken, swallowing to feed.

Then, the ominous spot would be akin to a Dragon’s Mouth, producing [saliva].

That’s a Daoist treasure, back in ancient times, the External Core path was thriving, it was said, with Dragon Saliva, Celestial Beings can meet.

”You’re called Zhang Fan, perfectly timed.”

He Fei looked up, his icy face unexpectedly breaking into a rare smile.

”You’re insane!” Zhang Fan clenched his fists.

Rumble...

Suddenly, an overwhelming force sprang forth, as if an invisible tail swept towards Zhang Fan, storming winds shaking, rattling the surrounding windows.

Buzz...

Almost simultaneously, a hand had landed on Zhang Fan’s shoulder, forcefully pulling him over.

In the next moment, the invisible force crashed against the wall, cracks visibly spreading rapidly outward.

”Sister Wen!?” Zhang Fan turned to see Wen He standing behind, Jiang Hu following closely.

”Night is not bright people? This company truly hides dragons and crouching tigers.” He Fei glanced at Wen He, chuckling lightly.

”President He, your commotion is too great!”

Wen He shook her head, slowly removing her glasses, her gentle and amiable smile gradually fading, replaced by a sharp expression.

This night, Taoyuan Square’s aura rampaged, Taiyin murky, Dragon Vein stirred, if observed by Primordial Spirit, ominous aura afloat, even the cockroaches and mice in the office buildings felt intense unease.

”What does it matter if the commotion is great?” He Fei sneered.

”President He, it stops here.”

Wen He’s voice turned cold and murderous, no longer gentle like usual, her speech carried an irresistible overwhelming momentum.

”Oh? Miss Wen, you are different than before, I’m curious what means you have.” He Fei laughed.

Wen He remained silent, hands forming seals, her beautiful face remained undisturbed, only one word fell.

”Ferocious Fiend!”

”Ten Evils and Great Defeats!”

Roar...

Almost at the same moment, the entire building gently shook as if an earthquake.

Zhang Fan’s face changed slightly, Primordial Spirit stirring, hearing strange sounds, like dragon roars shaking the heavens and earth.

Wen He’s delicate body trembled, her True Yang collapsing internally.

Her skill, her technique...

Failed before completion!

”How could this be?” Wen He cried out.

”Have you watched tigers eat?” He Fei said faintly.

”When a tiger is eating, other animals around don’t dare move, even the king of beasts is like this, not to mention this is a Dragon Vein?”

With these words, He Fei’s face showed a frigid smile.

”Dragon Vein revived, Dragon’s Tooth Carrying Corpses, fierce slaughter, Primordial Spirit’s Silence!”

Now Taoyuan Square is like a feast for the Dragon Vein, tusks exposed, cultivators’ Primordial Spirits naturally unmoving, as if shackled, how could it defy the might!?

”Gluttonous fruit is Immortal Technique...”

He Fei sneered, looking at Wang Tiantian in the blood pool, beside was the single unlit candle flickering with ethereal flame.

”It’s time to go.”

Saying this, He Fei looked at Zhang Fan: ”From the same company, dying sooner or later, must die...”

Buzz...

With these words just uttered, a column of blood surged behind He Fei, like a fox’s tail sweeping fiercely at Zhang Fan’s head, the sharpness before touching already chilling the bones.

”Zhang Fan!” Wen He cried out.

Bang...

At this moment, a booming sound dropped out, shaking the Dark Room, a silhouette appeared like a ghost god blocking Zhang Fan, a fair fist violently shattered the fox-tail-like blood.

”Jiang Lai!”

Zhang Fan looked at the short-haired girl before him, her clear eyes filled with unwavering determination.