Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 101: Chapter 88: Yin Mountain Ghost King, Returning After Ten Years (5,000-Word Chapter) _2

The north of the mountain is Yin, and the south of the water is also Yin.

In such a configuration of hidden Taiyin forces, if an ordinary family were to live here, in less than three generations, they would surely face dwindling population and financial ruin.

But the Xiong Family, originating from the Yin Mountain lineage, finds that the hidden Taiyin forces benefit their Dharma lineage instead.

”This is seeking Pure Yang within Taiyin, a spark of life breaking the hidden death.”

Jiang Hu truly lived up to being from the Maoshan Major Sect, especially after breaking through the tribulation, his cultivation advanced rapidly.

”This village is unwelcoming, don’t roam around later.” Jiang Hu cautioned.

”Don’t worry, I’m not one to cause trouble.” Zhang Fan nodded heavily, involuntarily glancing at the trunk.

Inside was a coffin, just over half a meter long. The coffin lid was nailed with seven copper nails, and a Maoshan Corpse Suppression Talisman was pasted on it. Who knows what was inside.

However, as Jiang Hu said, just this one delivery would net a seven-figure profit.

The Five Spirits Grand Light had just entered the village when Zhang Fan saw many luxury cars parked at the entrance, with some bearing rings, others bulls, and some horses... In comparison, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light...

”The Xiong Family is really wealthy.”

”What’s that?”

At this moment, Zhang Fan saw in the center of the village an exotic plant with a long stem topped with a fleshy crown, emitting a faint fragrance that could be smelled from afar, with strange patterns all over its body.

Zhang Fan had never seen such a plant before.

”That is a Ruyi.”

”Ruyi!? You mean the Ruyi we know?” Zhang Fan showed a curious expression.

”This is a treasure.” Jiang Hu couldn’t help but flick lightly.

The ”Nanyang Strange Chronicles” records that during the Eastern Jin period, a woodcutter in Luling, while chopping wood in the mountains, found an unusual tree beside a mountain stream.

The strange tree grew among giant rocks, resembling fleshy whiskers, with a top like a bud, emitting a faint fragrance, which the woodcutter found peculiar and took it home. The fragrance drew the attention of neighbors.

Someone recognized it, thinking the strange tree looked very much like the Ruyi held by Gods and Buddhas in a temple. The news reached a wealthy merchant, who rushed overnight to buy it at a high price.

Unexpectedly, when the affluent merchant arrived, the woodcutter, having believed the neighbors, thought eating the Ruyi could make one immortal and boiled the strange tree into a soup, drinking it all.

Hearing this, the affluent merchant lamented bitterly, saying that the Ruyi was a Heaven and Earth Spirit Root, mostly found in great mountains and rivers, extremely rare. Finding one was a fortunate opportunity, and keeping it at home, worshipped day and night with incense, would bring everything to one’s heart’s desire, ensuring prosperity.

Now that the woodcutter had consumed such a spirit root, it was a grave detriment to his yin virtue, likely bringing considerable disaster. After speaking, the wealthy merchant left.

Five days later, a great fire struck the woodcutter’s home, killing his entire family of five except for him, who survived but lost both legs, developed ulcerous sores, and lived a miserable life of begging.

”Granted by my heart’s desire... This thing, if kept by an ordinary family, could be passed down, ensuring seven generations of prosperity... Such a large Ruyi would at least be in the eight figures and couldn’t be bought even with money.” Jiang Hu whispered.

”Eight figures? This must be the most valuable thing in this village.”

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but look a few more times, eager to uproot and take it away.

Moments later, the Five Spirits Rainbow Light stopped under a crooked-neck tree in the village. Jiang Hu walked around to the back of the car, opened the compartment, and dragged out the coffin.

At this moment, two young men in Daoist Robes approached.

”Not bright at night?”

”Yes, we’re here to deliver goods.” Jiang Hu took out the documents, and the other party took a glance at them.

”Come with me.”

With that, the two Daoists stepped forward, lifting the coffin.

”Wait for me here, don’t roam around, I’ll be back after handing over the delivery.” Jiang Hu instructed, then followed the two young men.

”Brother Fan... Brother Fan...”

At this moment, a low growl came from a corner. Zhang Fan turned his head to see Xiong Ba appearing out of nowhere.

”You really came.”

”Come on, the ancestral hall is over there.” Xiong Ba beckoned.

”This... it won’t be good for you if someone finds out.”

An ancestral hall is of utmost importance; if an outsider like him were caught entering, Xiong Ba would certainly be implicated.

”Today the elders are all refining the rites, they shouldn’t be noticed.” Xiong Ba whispered.

He vaguely knew that the clan seemed to be crafting a remarkable treasure lately, with many elders going into seclusion.

Moreover, such places as the ancestral hall usually had no one coming in and out, not drawing attention.

Even in the worst-case scenario, considering the gratitude and relationship Zhang Fan had, even if discovered, he’d at most be expelled. After all, he wasn’t a direct disciple of the Xiong Family.

”Come on, before things change.”

Xiong Ba beckoned, leading the way, and after a moment of hesitation, Zhang Fan followed.

”Is this the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall?”

Zhang Fan looked up, seeing the open gates, with two lanterns hanging high like a ghostly mouth, and uneven thresholds resembling exposed tusks.

Upon arriving here, Zhang Fan immediately felt uncomfortable, as if the magnetic field around had changed. Even in the summer heat, he felt a chilling cold, growing stronger the closer he got, raising every hair on his body.

”That Evil God is suppressed at the very back.” Xiong Ba whispered.

He vaguely guessed that the Evil God had a great connection with Zhang Fan.

”I have a feeling...”

Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, looking deep into the ancestral hall, following Xiong Ba inside and through a long dark corridor, where at the end lay the Xiong Family’s ancestral hall, dedicated to past Ancestral Masters.