Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 81: Chapter 80: Ghost Gate Divine Needle, Yin Mountain Xiong Family

At dusk, a solitary moon hangs high.

Inside the medical clinic, Zhang Fan listened to snippets from Ming Yunxia, and faint, fragmented images emerged in his mind.

At twelve years old, his condition was indeed somewhat disoriented. According to Li Yishan, his soul was lost.

Perhaps he had just experienced a shock and hadn’t recovered from the trauma, sometimes even failing to recognize people.

Such a state lasted about a year. Zhang Fan seemed to change into a different person and began to return to normal.

”Sister Yunxia, did my dad come by later?” Zhang Fan asked.

”No... You father and son only stayed for about six months, and then never came by again.”

Ming Yunxia suddenly seemed to remember something and said, ”Oh, my grandfather mentioned before leaving that if you ever came one day, there was something for you.”

”Hmm!?” Zhang Fan quickly asked, ”What is it?”

”I don’t know, it’s meant for you... Wait a moment.”

Saying this, Ming Yunxia turned and walked toward the inner room.

”Did they know I would come?” Zhang Fan wondered aloud. He slowly withdrew his gaze, suppressed his curiosity, and began browsing around the clinic while waiting.

Ming Chengjun came from the Yin Mountain Sect as a Daoist Doctor, and the clinic indeed collected many rare medicinal stones and exotic materials.

At this moment, Zhang Fan walked up to a cabinet, where inside a glass casing was a tea leaf, with patterns faintly silver-gray, its gloss resembling Daoist runes.

”Demon Tea!?” Zhang Fan’s gaze narrowed slightly, having seen records of such tea leaves in the *Dao Secret Record*.

According to legend, along the Southeast Coast, after thunderstorms, people in the mountains often encounter an old beggar wearing tattered clothes and a flower ring begging along the road.

If approached for alms, it’s crucial not to give gold or silver, but to casually pick some tea stems by the roadside to give her, allowing one to obtain an item from the old beggar.

Remember, pluck the leaves from the flower ring on her head, and take no more than three at a time, else calamity will follow.

It’s said this is a tea spirit monster residing in the mountains, the tea leaves on that ring worth equivalent to twenty years of lifespan. In ancient times, during wartime, a deserter wandered deep into the mountains, having exhausted his rations and faced death by starvation when he met the old beggar, exchanged for two tainted teas, and after ingesting them, survived the tribulation, lasting until ninety before passing away.

Years ago, a Chinese businessman, in the terminal stage of lung cancer, later offered eight million yuan and somehow acquired one, extorting an additional twenty years of life, though his late years were quite miserable, losing all his wealth, divorced and separated from his family. This demonstrates that without fate or a life chart, blindly forcing an outcome inevitably results in retribution.

”Can this really extend lifespan? Worth eight million per leaf?” Zhang Fan mused.

In Yujing City, house prices are high, though the rented Hongfu Garden is in the old district with outdated facilities, that apartment would sell for about eight million.

One tea leaf could trade for a house!?

Knock, knock, knock...

At this moment, a knocking sounded.

”Sister Yunxia, someone’s knocking,” Zhang Fan casually called out.

”Tell them, the clinic is closed, unable to serve,” Ming Yunxia’s voice came from the inner hall.

Zhang Fan went to the courtyard, opened the door, and saw two young men standing outside. The leader wore casual loose clothing, with a jade green ring on his right-hand little finger, while the other was tall, seemingly about 1.85 meters.

The two youths were momentarily stunned upon seeing Zhang Fan.

”Sorry, Old Mr. Ming is not here. The clinic is closed temporarily,” Zhang Fan greeted.

”Heh heh...” The leading youth’s eyes constricted slightly, scrutinizing Zhang Fan up and down, and let out a cold laugh: ”When did Ming Yunxia find such a paramour to look after the home?”

”Hmm!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes deepened, listening to these rather insulting words.

Clearly, these two weren’t here for treatment.

”Kid, you’re fortunate to be eating this soft rice, thanks to our Ming Family’s prestige; tell Ming Yunxia to come out obediently,” the tall young man beside him said coldly.

”Oh? Planning to trespass?” Zhang Fan replied unhappily.

Upon hearing this, the two youths exchanged glances and their laughter grew more radiant, as if hearing an amusing joke.

”Kid, don’t bring trouble upon yourself,” the leading youth said with a flash of cold glaze in his eye, apparently losing patience.

”Xiong Qianxing, what do you want?”

At this moment, Ming Yunxia emerged, her delicate face covered in frost, and she sternly shouted.

”Ming Yunxia, you finally showed yourself.” Xiong Qianxing said coldly.

”Old Ming is dead; what originally belonged to the Ming Family should be returned,” Ming Chenxuan echoed from beside.

”Grandfather isn’t dead... He merely went on a long journey.” Ming Yunxia bit her silver teeth hard.

”Dead outside is still death... So long without news...”

Xiong Qianxing seemed unwilling to dispute the topic further.

”Ghost Gate Divine Needle was the Ming Family’s ultimate skill; when Old Ming left the family, he took this ultimate skill along, now it should be returned,” Ming Chenxuan said coldly.

”Ghost Gate Divine Needle!?” Zhang Fan stirred slightly.

Having seen records of this skill in the *Dao Secret Record*.

The Ghost Gate Divine Needle is a technique that transforms Qi into needles to pierce Yin acupuncture points.

Human acupuncture points are divided into Yin and Yang. Yang points are for living people, Yin points are for Ghost Gods. When following this method, it can invoke the power of Ghost Gods, manipulating luck and misfortune, an extremely profound secret technique not spread by the Yin Mountain Sect.

It’s said that over thirty years ago, a wandering Daoist in Qinghe County perfected this skill. At the time, a household’s young child drowned to death, its body lay at home for three days, prepared for burial, yet the Daoist examined, sealed a seal, transformed Qi into needles to pierce acupuncture points, miraculously pulling the child back from the Ghost Gate.

”Ghost Gate Divine Needle was my grandfather’s own insight, how come in so many Ming Family generations, no one learned it?” Ming Yunxia said coldly.

”All nonsense... Even your surname belongs to the Ming Family.”

Ming Chenxuan sneered coldly, stepping forward, his tall figure resembling a small mountain rushing straight inside the entrance, utterly ignoring Zhang Fan standing at the door.

Buzz...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan moved lightly forward, a great force like a wild bull rammed, forcibly repelling Ming Chenxuan several steps back.

”Cultivator...”

Xiong Qianxing’s gaze narrowed slightly, instantly springing into action; he sealed a seal and exhaled a breath of murky air.

”Guan Yin Wind!”

In the Yin Mountain Sect there exists a skill that incorporates corpse Yin Qi into the body, tempering into a breath of murky air, usually kept within the throat, once exhaled, it infuses into the Celestial Spirit, an evil wind enters, and there are bound to be eight leaks.

The *Elixir Book* records that human lesions inevitably contain eight leaks.

Like tears leaking from eyes indicating a liver defect, drooling during sleep indicating brain issues, nasal discharge revealing lung problems...

Guan Yin Wind is a very vicious skill, once afflicted, body parts leak, weaker people may develop festering flesh, eventually rotting alive.

”Be careful.” Ming Yunxia’s face paled dramatically, losing her voice in warning.

Buzz...

At this moment, Zhang Fan pinched a seal with two fingers, lightly pointing, fingertips flashing a black luminescent flow, astonishingly sketching a mysterious trajectory in the air.

”Is this...”

”Daoist Secret Sect, Spirit Void Talisman Drawing!”

Xiong Qianxing’s face drastically changed, eyes flooded with deep shock.