Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 138: Chapter 104: Ten Years Ago, at the Foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain! Human Li Linglong

The night wind rises in silent depths, black clouds crossing the sky.

Zhang Fan walked along the secluded path leading to Hongfu Garden, turning over Bai Buran’s words in his mind; it was already nearly midnight, and the streets had long since lost any trace of humanity.

”Father’s father is a demon; father’s mother is a demon...”

At that moment, the sweet, melodious chime of a bell sounded, shattering the cold stillness of the nighttime street.

Zhang Fan took out his phone and looked down; the incoming call showed Li Yishan.

”Hello...” Zhang Fan picked up the call.

”Why are you calling me so late?”

”I was checking if you’re off work. Want me to pick you up for a late-night snack?” Li Yishan’s voice came from the other end, a hint of teasing in his tone.

”Which heartless capitalist forces their employees to work overtime this late?” Zhang Fan scoffed.

”Then you’d better head home early.”

”Weren’t you going to treat me to a late-night snack?”

”Weather’s changing, get home early, maybe next time.” Li Yishan’s voice rose again.

”Yeah, the weather’s about to change.”

Zhang Fan looked up; tonight the wind was especially strong, black clouds running rampant and stars blazing in brilliance. In a city as vast as Yujing, it had been a long time since he’d seen such a night sky.

...

Yujing City, High-speed Rail South Station.

The train slowly pulled into the station, the doors opened, and two figures dressed in Daoist Robe, packs on their backs, stepped off; the man was tall and thin, and the woman shone like the brilliance of spring.

”I’ve grown up so much, and I’ve never been to Yujing City... Ancient Capital of the Six Dynasties, I’m really going to have fun this time.” Xia Weisheng murmured softly.

”We’re not here for sightseeing.” Po Jie searched for the exit sign, his tone rife with helplessness.

”Senior Brother, do you think Zhang Fan has been properly reciting the curse I passed on to him?” Xia Weisheng suddenly asked.

”The Celestial Mother Heart Curse is still far too soon for him; he’s only recently awakened his Primordial Spirit.”

Po Jie shook his head and looked at Xia Weisheng.

”I know he seized the Zhenwu Jade Scroll, and you’re upset about it. A little joke is understandable.”

”I don’t care about titles of inheritance; I just fear the Zhenwu Mountain’s incense will cease and we’ll be unworthy before the Ancestral Masters.” Xia Weisheng’s smile faded, his gaze earnest.

”It’s fate; it’s destiny.” Po Jie bowed his head in respect.

”Senior Brother, you’re more and more like Master now.” Xia Weisheng’s delicate face bore a smile of deep meaning.

”That day, after Zhang Fan left the mountain, I heard Master say... in the end, he still came.”

”Hmm!?”

”Don’t you find it strange? He fused the Zhenwu Jade Scroll, his Primordial Spirit barely awakened, inexperienced in the world, yet Master trusted him to descend the mountain?” Po Jie’s voice was deep and thoughtful.

”What do you mean?” Xia Weisheng’s tone sharpened.

”I just feel... Master... seems to know him.”

Rumble...

A deep clap of thunder tore through the sky. Xia Weisheng and Po Jie looked up—black clouds drifted, starlight sparkled, the gods did not show themselves, yet an instant of ominous fate flared.

”The South is always damp. Yujing’s weather changes in an instant.”

Xia Weisheng’s elegant brows knitted; she murmured softly, and before her words faded, a chill wind swept through, and she vanished from where she stood.

...

Yujing City, East Suburban Cemetery.

A collapsed gravestone roused swirls of dust; under falling starlight, Wen He’s hair was disheveled, blood trickling from her lips, eyes burning red, wrathful as a true demon—so different from the person she usually was.

”Little Wen He, after all these years, you’ve come a long way.”

Jin Mao Day brushed dust from his clothes, his demeanor untroubled and detached.

”It’s a pity, though; you’re still too weak.”

As he spoke, Jin Mao Day grinned, baring a row of white teeth. ”Your talent even surpasses your brother’s. If you’d let me train you, your future would hold infinite possibility.”

”You deserve death... If not for you, they all could have survived.” Wen He’s silver teeth clenched tight, eyes bleak with hatred alone.

”Tsk tsk, Consciousness in turmoil... That’s a deadly taboo for cultivation.” Jin Mao Day laughed lightly. ”To achieve greatness, even if someone murders your parents before your eyes, you should still have the nerve to claim your share.”

”Little Wen He, you’re still far too green!”

Rumble...

As his words ended, a terrifying aura erupted from deep within Wen He. Her dark hair stood on end, her figure shrouded in shadow as if sunken in a pit of gloom; if one gazed with Primordial Spirit Observation, foul, sticky liquid continuously seeped from the depths of that shade.

”Fierce Evil Star, Ten Evils and Great Defeats!”

Within the fate laws of Divine Evil, [Ten Evils and Great Defeats] is the ultimate ill-omened star. If one’s destiny is marked by such a star, disaster ever haunts them. Most notably, fortunes crumble; their wealth base is emptied, like water without source, or tree without roots.

Daoist Sect’s cultivation, sees Technique as wealth.

Rumble...

All at once, a violent sound crashed down—Wen He shot out like a cannon blast, vanishing in a flash; the terrible force left a vast crater in the ground.

In an instant, she appeared before Jin Mao Day, foul and sticky liquid flowing from her fingertips; frightening power smashed right into Jin Mao Day’s aged frame.

Bam bam bam...

Thunderous impacts echoed under the night sky. Jin Mao Day hurtled in a savage arc, shattering tombstone after tombstone; the foul, sticky liquid stuck to his body, madly devouring his True Yang—so much so that even his Primordial Spirit was at risk of invasion.

Buzz...

In his ears the wind howled madly; before Jin Mao Day could land, Wen He flickered behind him like a specter, her fist wrapped in fierce True Yang, slamming into his spine—terrifying power shot straight down his core, all at once connecting his entire form...

The foul, sticky liquid grew ever more ferocious, like a deluge of wild beasts invading his body, draining True Yang, overpowering Primordial Spirit.

This is the dread [Ten Evils and Great Defeats]; once mastered, the fierce evil star enters the body, not only making one’s Dao Practice surge in an instant, but once touched by this substance, it erodes the opponent’s Dao Practice—diminishing theirs, increasing one’s own.