Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 103: Chapter 89: The Xiong Family’s Nightmare, Sweeping Invincibility

Yin Mountain Ghost King, Xiong Sanqi.

Xiong Family Village, hidden amidst the mountains and rivers, like a ship adrift in stormy winds.

At the moment the man set foot at the village entrance, everyone’s Primordial Spirit trembled, feeling a trace of coldness, unease, and fear...

The juniors of the Xiong Family grew listening to that man’s defiance.

The elders of the Xiong Family watched in restraint as that man ran amok.

Now, ten years have passed like a dream, and he’s set foot on this land again.

”The Yin Mountain Ghost King... he’s back.”

”Such oppression, not showing himself with Skill before people, yet using the Primordial Spirit to overwhelm all leaders...”

”Beyond High Skill!”

Within the Xiong Family ancestral hall, whether Xiong Qianshan, Xiong Qianxing, or Xiong Ba, they all felt the pressure from the Primordial Spirit, it was a fear almost linked by bloodline, of the same sect, yet seeming to transcend the void and overlooking everyone like ants.

”Uncle Sanqi!?” Zhang Fan was moved, his gaze condensed into a line, instinctively looking towards the outside of the hall.

...

At this moment, at the village entrance, Xiong Sanqi stood alone, seemingly like the Celestial Gate.

The Xiong Family people were treating it seriously, as if facing a great enemy.

”Xiong Sanqi, years ago you vowed never to set foot in Yujing City for life.”

Xiong Baoping’s expression was cold, his eyes filled with deep caution.

”All constructed by one’s heart, how can words be truth...”

Xiong Sanqi smiled lightly: ”Cultivators are free of restrictions, if one can’t see through illusion, how can one comprehend the mysterious truth?”

”Xiong Baoping, you’re still so naive, no wonder your Cultivation hasn’t progressed much these years.”

”You...”

Xiong Baoping’s face instantly turned like a stir-fried pig liver, red and blue in turns, he, the dignified patriarch of the Xiong Family, usually seated in a high position, his words carrying great weight, when has anyone in the Xiong Family ever dared speak to him like this?

”No need to argue, such a person can’t be bound by any vow...”

At this moment, Xiong Guanchen raised his hand to interrupt the pointless argument.

”Words are the weakest illusions.”

”After ten years of not seeing you, what is your purpose in returning this time?” Xiong Guanchen went straight to the point.

”I’ve come to retrieve the item stored at the Xiong Family.” Xiong Sanqi said calmly.

”Evil Gods!?”

As soon as the words were spoken, Xiong Baofeng beside him raised his eyebrows and spoke directly: ”How can it be?”

”That Evil God has merged with the Xiong Family’s layout, bringing ten years of fortune, how can it be easily returned to you?”

With these words, all the high-ranking members of the Xiong Family nodded in agreement.

That item is indeed very important to the Xiong Family.

”Alas, weasels catching rats, truly one generation worse than the last.” Xiong Sanqi shook his head.

A decade of great momentum has made the Yin Mountain Xiong Family a top-tier family in Yujing City, even so, they are still not satisfied, still relying on the Evil God to suppress fate.

One can grow wings, why rely on a cloud ladder.

Such a clan is destined to have no future, no hope.

Thinking of this, Xiong Qianqian did not even look at everyone and took a step forward to enter the Xiong Family Village.

Buzz...

In an instant, everyone felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

”Sanqi...”

At this moment, Xiong Guanchen spoke: ”After all, you are of the Xiong Family bloodline, do you feel no bit of incense sentiment?”

In face of the Yin Mountain Ghost King, even Xiong Guanchen had to play the emotion card.

”I have left a passage to the Yellow Springs for the Xiong Family, hid the Evil God here, bringing ten years of fortune... that which should be repaid was repaid long ago...”

Xiong Sanqi’s expression was calm, his deep gaze looked at the old man in front of him.

”Uncle, have you forgotten?”

”Neither born nor died, without parents, in your life, you only serve that man.” Xiong Guanchen’s voice was chilling, finally a trace of killing intent rose in his ancient eyes.

”Xiong Sanqi, don’t be arrogant, don’t forget where this is? And now is not ten years ago.”

At this moment, an elder in the Xiong Family shouted urgently, showing deep anger.

”Then let me see what is different.” Xiong Sanqi’s gentle voice stirred like a drop of water in a deep pond, creating ripples.

Buzz...

In the sky, gloomy clouds surged, gathering like thick ink.

Though it was midsummer, a sudden chilling wind pierced the bones, everyone’s expression changed, the once flourishing Xiong Family Village, in an instant, turned into a desolate graveyard, with barren tombs, bones scattered everywhere, with flocks of crows flying high, feasting on corpses endlessly.

”Corpse Mound, thousands of ghosts arise!”

”Is this the Outer Scenery!?” Xiong Guanchen’s aged face trembled sharply.

In Magical Combat of Daoists, if within the human body, it can manifest Inner Scenery, which is the image of flesh, tendons, bones, organs, and Primordial Spirit.

If external, it can reveal images of thousands upon thousands of Outer Scenery.

Xiong Sanqi’s Cultivation was terrifyingly profound, with a sudden thought, his Primordial Spirit moved greatly, leading everyone into the Transformation Realm to witness this Outer Scenery.

In an instant, everywhere was filled with corpses, the chill wind gusted, countless cries of ghosts echoed in everyone’s ears.

”This... what is this? So many dead... so many dead...”

At this moment, someone couldn’t take it, holding their head, screaming and crying in terror.

Before their eyes, it was like a Mortal World purgatory, with countless living people dying before them, beyond reckoning.

During the day, dead people, don’t ask the count, the day dull and sad clouds guard.

Three people walk not ten steps more, suddenly two die blocking the road.

At night, dead people, dare not cry, plague ghosts exhale turning lamps green.

A moment later the wind rises, the lamp suddenly extinguished, humans, ghosts, corpses, coffins in one dark room.

...

Such an atmosphere came face-on, people dying to become ghosts, mingling with the Red Dust, confusing and hard to distinguish.

Even if they were Daoists from the Yin Mountain lineage, how could they have ever seen so many dead people, so many Fierce Ghosts...

”This is the illusion of Outer Scenery.”

Xiong Guanchen shouted violently, making a hand seal, walking the Celestial Gang, a wisp of black energy rising from his Celestial Spirit, transforming in this sinister Outer Scenery into a large flag, with talismans eerie like skeletal ridges, the top inscribed with four ancient seal characters: