Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 100: Chapter 88: Yin Mountain Ghost King, Returning After Ten Years (5,000-Word Chapter)

The next day, early morning.

The Five Spirits Rainbow Light sped along Provincial Highway 213, kicking up soda cans on the road, creating a clanging sound.

”Why do you look like you haven’t woken up?” Jiang Hu glanced at Zhang Fan through the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but ask.

”An uncle came by, and I had a couple of drinks last night.”

Zhang Fan rubbed his temples, watching the cars speeding past outside the window.

”The Xiong Family isn’t in Yujing City.”

”They have a lot of businesses in Yujing City, but their roots are outside the city, supposedly in a village.” Jiang Hu said casually while driving.

”You’ve never been there?”

”It’s usually Old Yu who goes. The Xiong Family is part of the Yin Mountain lineage, which clashes a bit with me.” Jiang Hu replied flatly.

He practiced the authentic Maoshan Shangqing Talisman Dao, which instinctively made him averse to the Yin Mountain Sect.

”Why has Old Yu been taking so much leave lately? Haven’t seen him for half a month.” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

If it were any other company, such frequent leave would have led to dismissal long ago.

”You didn’t know? There are more thunderstorms in summer; Old Yu’s rheumatism usually flares up, and he takes about a month off.” Jiang Hu drove without turning his head.

”Where’s Old Yu from? Does he have any family?” Zhang Fan inquired.

Come to think of it, Old Yu is quite old now, but he never mentions family, seemingly always alone.

”From Bashu, seems like he doesn’t have family.” Jiang Hu shook his head.

Old Yu rarely talked about his personal matters at the company; perhaps only Bai Buran knew his background.

In fact, everyone at Night is not bright has their own story and secrets.

”Hmm!?”

Just at that moment, Zhang Fan casually reached out and pulled out a small booklet from the gap in the seat back. On the black pages were two large characters, the strokes twisting and turning.

”Dragon Chronicles!”

”Whose is this?” Zhang Fan shook it.

Jiang Hu glanced through the rearview mirror and said casually, ”Probably Old Yu’s. I think I’ve seen it in his bag.”

”Dragon Chronicles!?” Zhang Fan curiously opened the booklet.

”The Gaoyou Lake Dragon Drinking Water Incident!”

”The Qinghai Lake Dragon Rising Incident!”

”The Ma Zang Mountain Dragon Falling Incident!”

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”What is this?” Zhang Fan revealed a puzzled expression and immediately flipped to a page.

”The Ba Shu Dongyang Dragon Transformation Chronicle!”

In Ba Shu Chuan Nan, Dongyang Town, there was a poor household suffering for five generations, relying on begging to survive. Even at thirty, he hadn’t taken a wife. Villagers avoided him like the plague whenever they saw him.

However, fortunes change, and in that year, the poor household suddenly became wealthy, not only purchasing fertile land and industries but also buying the hill east of the village and moving the ancestral grave there, astonishing the neighbors.

Soon, he became a wealthy merchant known far and wide, with many wives and concubines at home, spending gold and silver lavishly. When asked about the source of his wealth, he remained tight-lipped.

Until his 80th birthday banquet, he gathered his children and shared the secret he had kept hidden for a lifetime.

In the winter of his 36th year, when snow blocked the mountains, his family’s grain supply ran out, and he thought he would starve during the harsh winter.

Unexpectedly, that night, winter thunder roared like drums, terrifying, collapsing his grass hut. Climbing out of the rubble, he saw heat rising from the hillside.

Bravely, the poor man ran over and saw a koi lying by the small river, emitting heat as if burned by thunder-fire.

The koi’s scales glowed faintly gold, and it emitted a beastly roar, which was terrifying.

The poor man was stunned but had some insight from years of begging. He’d heard sometime before that this was called a Dragon Fish, a creature that failed in its ascent to become a dragon, and encountering it could bring unexpected fortune.

At that time, he dragged the koi home and raised it in a jar. Sure enough, his fortunes gradually improved.

Later, he spent a fortune to find a master who gave him advice. The master told him to dig a deep well on the hilltop and raise the koi there, then build a tomb above and move the ancestral grave in, ensuring generations of prosperity.

But after his death, in ten years, it was essential to open the tomb and dig up the well, releasing the koi.

After sharing this with his children, he passed away the next day. Ten years later, his children followed the will, chose an auspicious date, opened the ancestral tomb, and indeed found a deep ancient well three feet underground sealed with chains. Upon opening the well, water roared violently and with beastly sounds, rumors spreading that someone saw a dragon flying out of the deep mountain that day.

”Dragon Transformation!? Are there really dragons in this world?” Zhang Fan murmured softly.

”What’s in that booklet?”

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

”Some little stories, quite interesting.”

While speaking, Zhang Fan intended to continue reading, but ahead, the road turned and a village appeared, capturing all his attention.

”Xiong Family Village!”

Here lies the foundation of the Yin Mountain Sect’s Xiong Family. Originally just a dilapidated Daoist Temple on a hill, it’s where the ancestor of the Xiong Family practiced, borrowing Jade Capital Dragon Qi, the family’s power grew.

Thus, the Xiong Family’s current foundation was established.

”This village rests against the northern mountains, bordered by the southern waters, forming a yin influence.” Jiang Hu explained.

Zhang Fan looked up, seeing the village nestled against the northern mountain side, surrounded by a river, enclosing it to the south.