Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 135: Chapter 102: When the Dao Heart Arises, the Demonic Aspect Is Born! Two Branches Passing Down the Killing Karma (Part 2)

”Xia Weisheng and Po Jie!”

Bai Buran glanced at Zhang Fan, clearly with some deeper meaning: ”They might come to see you.”

”See me...” Zhang Fan curled his lips, but didn’t say much—after all, he had stolen the sect’s token of inheritance!

”I understand.”

”Don’t worry too much about it, I’m just letting you know so you’ll be prepared.” Bai Buran said nonchalantly.

”If there’s nothing else, you may leave.”

”Boss...”

Zhang Fan, who hadn’t gotten up, suddenly spoke.

”Something on your mind?”

”Did something happen to Sister Wen? I feel like she’s been acting strangely these last two days.”

Since joining Night is not bright, Wen He had taken special care of him, like a gentle neighborly big sister who was always amiable. Zhang Fan had never even seen Wen He raise her voice—he wondered if maybe she simply never got angry.

”Tomorrow is her birthday.” Bai Buran was silent for a moment, then continued.

”Mm, I heard that from Jiang Hu...”

”You know Wen He is a disciple of the Divine Evil Sect, right?” Bai Buran suddenly shifted the topic.

The Ancestral Master of the Divine Evil Sect was born of Dragon Tiger Mountain, but later expelled from the sect. By chance, he stumbled into a dilapidated Daoist Temple in the mountains, where, peering into a great secret, he unearthed a treasure beneath the temple.

”Some say that box contained the Magical Robe of the Beidou Star Monarch, stolen and left behind in the mortal world.”

Bai Buran solemnly continued: ”With such fortune, the Ancestral Master of the Divine Evil Sect gazed at the Celestial Phenomenon and attained enlightenment, leaving behind an especially crucial branch in the Star Fighting Skill...”

”Born of the stars, reflecting worldly fortune and disaster—those bringing misfortune are Evil, those bringing fortune are Divine.”

”Thus, the Divine Evil lineage began.”

”I know all that,” Zhang Fan interrupted.

”But you don’t know: the Divine Evil Sect has always been single-line transmission—every generation, only one disciple.” Bai Buran replied.

”Why?” Zhang Fan was puzzled.

In the Daoist Sect, no matter the branch, they all worship the Ancestral Master, with flourishing incense and disciples spread across the land.

But the Divine Evil Sect was peculiar—single-line transmission, only one disciple per generation? Were they not afraid their incense might die out?

”First, because the Divine Evil Skill requires an extraordinary physique and talent—those suited are extremely rare. Second, the Technique, once fully mastered, allows one to peer into the Celestial Secret and manipulate fortune and misfortune, even meddling with mortal life and death; such knowledge cannot be lightly passed on... ”

”Of course, most important is a phrase left by the Ancestral Master of the Divine Evil Sect.”

”What phrase?” Zhang Fan pressed further.

”’If split between two lines, bloodshed will flourish; Dragon and Tiger will fight, life suspended between death.’” Bai Buran said gravely.

”What does that mean!?”

”If one line produces two heirs, endless bloodshed will arise, and those two will wage unceasing battle, life after life, never ending until death.” Bai Buran’s voice was solemn.

”So the Divine Evil Sect...”

”Since its founding, the Divine Evil Sect was always single-line transmission—until eighty years ago... a change occurred.”

”Eighty years ago!?” Zhang Fan’s expression shifted, as if he’d understood something.

Eighty years ago, a major event rocked the Daoist Sect—the Universal Sacrifice, a catastrophic tribulation for the Daoist Sect.

What was intended as a ritual to petition the Immortal Gods became a disaster for every Daoist sect; nearly all the attending masters perished, and many Dharma Lineages ended right there.

For example, the Beidie Sect, said to possess the most devastating Great Skill in the Daoist Sect.

Since then, masters in the Daoist Sect dwindled—even Dragon Tiger Mountain shut its gates, ceasing all incense offerings.

This unsolved mystery remains enigmatic to this day.

It is said that among all those Daoist masters who entered the Grand Sacrificial Altar, only one survived: the still-young Chu Chaoran of Zhenwu Mountain.

”That year, the Divine Evil Sect’s Qin Youtian also attended. But he stayed outside the sect gate, never entering the Grand Sacrificial Altar, which is why he survived.” Bai Buran said gravely.

”Though he lived, his fate was nearly finished. On the run, he hid himself away in a fishing village...”

”By then, Qin Youtian was spent; to prevent the loss of his Dharma Lineage, he sought to find a disciple nearby and pass on the Technique...”

At this, Bai Buran couldn’t help but sigh: ”But with his days numbered, where could he find worthy talent, and even if he did, how could he impart the entirety of the Divine Evil lineage’s techniques in such a short time?”

”Thus, he devised a method—within the fishing village, he found the two most gifted children, divided the Divine Evil Tao Skill into two parts, allowing each to master one. In this way...”

”The Technique of Divine Evil could be preserved in full.”

”One Technique, two heirs!?” Zhang Fan whispered softly.

”In his final month, Qin Youtian split the Divine Evil Tao Skill between two students, then left this world, never knowing that his dying act sowed boundless misfortune.”

”Did the Ancestral Master’s prophecy come true?” Zhang Fan speculated aloud.

”The two disciples Qin Youtian accepted on his deathbed possessed very different temperaments—Elder Brother was steady and honest; Younger Brother clever and impulsive...”

”During transmission, the Younger Brother sensed that their teachings differed. After Qin Youtian’s ascension, he sought out his Elder Brother to compare, and as expected, they were vastly dissimilar...”

”He was sharp—he realized only the merger of both would produce the complete Divine Evil Tao Skill, so he coaxed the Elder Brother into exchanging what each had learned...”

”They’d grown up together, and as disciples of the same Master, Elder Brother couldn’t refuse. So, they taught each other their secrets—but Younger Brother secretly held something back.” Bai Buran said gravely.

”Thus, these two became the last heirs of the Divine Evil Sect, leaving the fishing village...”

”In that era of chaos, they of course wished to make their mark. But their differences in temperament led to disagreements and estrangement, and from then on, divergent paths...”

”Life offers many crossroads between North and South.” Zhang Fan mused, recalling one of Master Jin’s oft-repeated phrases.

”Strangers can’t truly grasp their grievances—prophecy fulfilled, brotherly bond turned to unending feud. The key is that the Younger Brother later discovered Qin Youtian had foreseen the flaws in his nature, so on his deathbed, presented the sect’s treasure to Elder Brother.”

”And made him vow never to reveal this to anyone.”

”Sect’s Treasure!?” Zhang Fan’s heart stirred; he could not help but ask.

”Divine Evil Fighting Robe!!” Bai Buran lowered his voice.

”It’s said this Robe was the treasure the Ancestral Master found in the mountain Daoist Temple—the magical robe left in the mortal world by the Beidou Star Monarch.”

Bai Buran’s words cast an aura of mystery over the Divine Evil Sect.

”These two were already locked in grudge and rivalry, and now, with the weight of sect legacy, their battle became truly unending.” Bai Buran intoned.

After Younger Brother entered the mortal Red Dust, his mind grew ever more fierce and ruthless, his actions devoid of all scruples.

To seize the Divine Evil Fighting Robe and become the sole inheritor, he spent years hunting his Elder Brother. Yet that Elder Brother was resourceful, and, protected by the Robe itself, vanished into anonymity for sixty years.

Ten years ago, sensing his end approaching, he wished to find a disciple to inherit the Divine Evil lineage.

”That Elder Brother observed the Celestial Phenomenon by night, searching out the stars. Wandering, he arrived at a small southern city—there, he found his chosen successor.”

”Could it be...” Zhang Fan’s heart skipped, as if he’d guessed something.

”He found a pair of siblings...” Bai Buran sighed softly.

”The sister was three years older than her brother; at that time, the Master saw her talent surpassed even her brother’s. Alas, she had Seven Killing in her fate, and was born in Ghost Month—if she practiced the Divine Evil Tao Skill, she would bring about boundless bloodshed.”

”So he chose the brother as successor?” Zhang Fan responded instinctively.

”Exactly.”

”He settled in that small city, strictly obeying the ancestral edict of single-line transmission, chose the brother, and taught him the Tao Skill,” Bai Buran said quietly.

”But... fate delights in mocking mortals. Every time the Elder Brother taught, the sister would, intentionally or not, listen in...”

”The Technique won’t transmit to six ears; skill won’t fall outside the altar... No matter how gifted, the Divine Evil Sect’s Tao Skill can’t be learned from mere eavesdropping. So, the Master took no notice.”

”But the brother observed his sister’s interest. On her fifteenth birthday, he gave her a great gift.”

”What gift?”

”He secretly transmitted the Divine Evil Sect’s Tao Skill to her.” Bai Buran’s eyes flashed cold.

”Thus, the seed of calamity was sown.”

”One Technique, two heirs!?” Zhang Fan’s expression shifted subtly.

”Perhaps, you’ve already guessed.”

”The brother’s name was Wen Qin, and his sister is Wen He.”