Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 94: Chapter 85: The Secret of Evil Gods, Divine Splitting Technique

Xiong Ba’s voice came through from the other end of the phone.

”Hold on a second.”

Zhang Fan looked around, got up, and walked out of the company. When he reached the corridor, he said in a low voice, ”What’s the matter? Go ahead.”

”I...”

Xiong Ba paused for a moment, organized his thoughts, and then recounted the experience he had at the Xiong Family’s ancestral temple in full detail.

”Evil Gods!?” Zhang Fan’s eyebrows suddenly twitched, instantly recalling the box he brought back from the old Ming Family residence and the piece of paper inside that had eight characters written on it:

Great Night is Not Bright, Evil Gods Can Be Resolved.

”Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?” Zhang Fan’s expression turned odd.

”Absolutely not, I could recognize your face even if it turned to ashes.”

”...”

”How is this possible? How could there be another me?” Zhang Fan’s eyebrows nearly knitted into a ’川’ character from frowning.

”I found it intriguing too, so I immediately called to tell you.”

Xiong Ba’s voice came through from the other end of the phone.

”How long has that... Evil God been pressed at your place?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

”Ten years!”

”Ten years!?” Zhang Fan paused for a moment.

Ten years ago, he was just twelve years old.

”I got it.” Zhang Fan took a moment to calm himself, then promptly instructed, ”Don’t tell anyone about this matter.”

”Understood, Brother Fan. What do you plan to do?” Xiong Ba recalled the ominous warning from the Evil God.

”Let me think it over, I’ll notify you.”

”Alright.” Xiong Ba responded emphatically, then hung up the phone.

”Another me?”

Zhang Fan looked at the glowing screen of his phone, a puzzled expression on his face. He turned and went back to the company, seemingly still immersed in what Xiong Ba had told him.

”Work’s over, let’s go.”

At this moment, Jiang Hu’s voice pulled Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.

Meanwhile, Bai Buran happened to walk out of the office, about to leave the company.

”You go ahead, I still have something to do.”

Saying this, Zhang Fan quickly stood up and blocked Bai Buran’s path.

”Boss, I have something I want to ask you.”

”Work-related? Why talk about work after office hours?” Bai Buran checked the time, then said, ”If it’s work-related, let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

”It’s not about work.” Zhang Fan pursed his lips, who on earth would be crazy enough to talk about work after hours?

”Come with me then.”

Bai Buran gave a quick glance around, then led Zhang Fan into the office.

”Whoa, is he getting caught up in something?” Jiang Hu muttered as he watched the two walk into the office.

”Should we do some overtime?” Wen He came over, pondering aloud.

...

Now, inside the office.

Bai Buran held a thermos cup, blew the floating tea leaves off, and took a small sip.

”Go on, what is it?”

”Boss, you’ve been cultivating longer than any of us, and you’re well-versed in many things. I want to ask you something...”

Among those whom Zhang Fan could consult, let’s temporarily consider as elders, only Bai Buran seemed qualified.

After all, within the Great Night, Bai Buran had the highest cultivation. He had once repelled Hai Pig Wang Tao with a single use of the Five Thunders Righteous Method.

”Having difficulty with cultivation?” Bai Buran chuckled.

To him, it seemed normal for Zhang Fan to encounter difficulties due to his rapid progress in cultivation—it was actually overdue.

”No, not really...”

”...”

”Just a bit confused.”

”Confused about what?” Bai Buran put down his thermos cup and casually asked.

”Boss, do you think it’s possible for a person to have two Primordial Spirits?”

Zhang Fan hesitated briefly and finally voiced his confusion.

”What nonsense is that?” Bai Buran raised an eyebrow, replying, ”A Primordial Spirit is Innately Born; a person only has one Primordial Spirit. How could there be two?”

The Primordial Spirit resides within the Profound Passage, and any change, no matter how small, can cause a chain reaction—at best, becoming a vegetable, at worst, leading to death and the dispersal of one’s Dao.

Such minute changes can have such profound impacts on the human body, let alone the possibility of having two Primordial Spirits.

”One person having two Primordial Spirits... that’s pure fantasy. I’ve never heard of it... However, two people sharing one Primordial Spirit—I have heard of that.” Bai Buran shifted the conversation, speaking unexpectedly.

”In this generation on Laojun Mountain, two disciples were cultivated, and they were biological brothers; their names were Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang...”

”It’s said they were born with a talent that allowed their two Primordial Spirits to merge into one, giving a result where 1+1 is greater than 2.”

Bai Buran recounted this secret tale, finding it quite extraordinary.

The merging of Primordial Spirits is no small matter, and the power formed is unimaginable. Because of this, the two brothers of the Qi Family are quite renowned in the Daoist Sect world.

”Really not possible?” Zhang Fan pondered, murmuring, ”I see.”

With that, Zhang Fan prepared to stand up and leave.

”But then...”

At that moment, Bai Buran shifted the conversation again, bringing Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.

”What?”

”When I used to cultivate on the mountain, I did hear of a strange rumor.”

”What is it?”

”Have you heard of the ’Three Corpses Illuminating Fate’?” Bai Buran asked without actually answering.

Zhang Fan shook his head, showing a bewildered look.

”That’s the number one miraculous skill in the world, one of the nine legendary arts...” Bai Buran’s eyes glimmered with depth.

He naturally knew that in the Daoist Sect world, over the past century, only one person had mastered this skill: the Three Corpses Daoist, who was known as the world’s top expert eighty years ago.

”In the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, there is a Daoist Skill... said to be capable of splitting and dividing the Primordial Spirit within a human body...”

”This technique is called...”

”Divine Splitting Technique!!” Bai Buran’s voice was low and mysterious, echoing in Zhang Fan’s ears.