Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 143: Chapter 106: The Origin of Fate! A New Human Xiao

Raise your head three feet, and behold, the ranks of Beidou’s stars blaze forth.

The starlight burns resplendent, as if proclaiming the heavens’ sovereign spectacle.

”Celestial Mother Heart Curse, Doumu Yuanjun!?”

Of all the stars in the sky, Beidou is crowned as lord; yet the Nine Solar Stars of Beidou are but the sons of Doumu Yuanjun.

Within ancient myth, Doumu Yuanjun reigns as master of the Dou Division in the Celestial Court—Mother of all stars, bearer of the Golden Palace, guardian of the Dou Mansion, chief among the myriad constellations, honored as the Arctic Purple Qi, and at her command, the eighty-four thousand star-evils bow and obey.

”He truly cultivated it?” Xia Weisheng’s eyes brimming with incredulity.

Back then, when she imparted the Celestial Mother Heart Curse to Zhang Fan, it was but a mischief in jest. She knew his Dao Practice was lacking, reciting the Curse could wound one’s spirit, and even if no one warned him, the Dao Secret Record from Zhenwu Mountain he received had spoken of such peril.

The Celestial Mother Heart Curse, among Daoist Secret Curses, stands as a profound Technique—offered up to Doumu Yuanjun, invoking the Dou Mansion stars, driving away demons and monsters, killing without impediment...

She herself had no reckoning of the time and devotion spent refining this Curse.

Zhang Fan had only descended the mountain for a brief span!?

”Celestial Mother Heart Curse... he truly is a prodigy!”

At this moment, Po Jie, who had only just arrived at the graveyard, stood at a distance, sensing the shifting threads of energy, lifting his gaze to the glittering celestial canopy, an uncanny gleam sparking in his eyes.

”The great merit gives rise to life, magical power boundless.”

”Qi enters the Mysterious, merging with the Nine Impulses.”

”All star-evils heed, the Dao is weighty in me.”

...

Zhang Fan’s voice rose with each utterance, swelling like a Buddhist chant, echoing through ears and hearts, and in that trance, from where Beidou’s stars rested, beams of starlight hewed downward, illuminating his form; beneath his skin, the flowing True Yang shimmered with variegated glow, and through his palm, quietly infused into Wen He’s body.

Rumble...

In that instant, Wen He snapped her head upward, her pupils glimmering with mingled light, and the Divine Evil Fighting Robe awoke wholly, the patterns on her skin morphing into mysterious runes...

”Zhang Fan... it is him again!”

Arcs of lightning raged about Wang Tao, wrenching her and Bai Buran from the clash; instinctively, she looked toward Zhang Fan’s position, a trace of chilling frost surfacing on her beautiful visage.

Back then, Hai Pig in Taoyuan Square tempted the He Family and He Fei, sacrificing the Great Evil Dragon Fang, refining the Dragon Saliva Treasure Liquid, yet in the end, Zhang Fan had dashed their victory to ruin.

”Well, junior brother, you truly are a variable.” Only a biting coldness gleamed in Wang Tao’s eyes.

”Anywhere trouble brews, he’s certain to appear...”

Bai Buran gazed at Zhang Fan beneath the waterfall of stars, a faint smile on his lips, eyes glinting with comfort.

From the very day Zhang Fan began at Night is not bright, Bai Buran knew he’d be a plague—yet this particular plague had given him endless marvels, and no shortage of frights.

”Zhang Fan...”

Even Wu Ma, stern and frigid, could not help but have a spark flicker across his eyes.

In those days, the Shen Family’s Profound Celestial Treasure Mirror was ruined at Zhang Fan’s hands, three generations’ ambition wasted; even his most coveted Human Talisman Jiang Hu, thanks to Zhang Fan, had skirted the doom of the Great Night.

”When things go awry, a demon lurks... this brat...”

Rumble...

Just then, a terrifying wave drew everyone’s gaze at once.

Wen He arched her neck, the veins upon it rising, agony melding with groans, as if the Divine Evil Fighting Robe were rending free from beneath her skin, drop after drop of scarlet blood falling to the earth.

Originally, Jin Mao Day’s formidable Primordial Spirit paired with the Beidou Refining God Technique had activated it; now, with Zhang Fan’s Celestial Mother Heart Curse, the robe’s vitality surged to the utmost.

”Master Uncle, haven’t you always longed to see the Sect’s Treasure?”

Wen He gritted her teeth, her face blurring amidst brilliant starlight, but defiance never left her eyes.

Jin Mao Day stood unmoved, deep in calculation, searching through infinite void and deception for the single truth.

Rumble...

The flames of seven lamps soared to the extreme, and all at once, burst—the dazzling starlight converged atop the Divine Evil Fighting Robe into a point, like a startled dragon bursting from the abyss, surging forward with peerless speed.

With the roar of an explosion, dazzling starlight like a shooting phoenix shot across the sky, piercing Jin Mao Day’s body through and through.

Blood steamed away in the radiance, and upon Jin Mao Day’s abdomen, a gaping wound exposed the scene beyond his body.

”Life Talisman, Life Extension Technique!”

Almost simultaneously, Wu Ma appeared as if ghostlike by Jin Mao Day’s side, blood pouring forth, flickering with strange runes that swiftly filled the ghastly wound.

”All Things as Talisman is truly wondrous.” Xia Weisheng intoned solemnly.

This is a Daoist Divine Technique, a Celestial Gifted Technique—once awakened, all things in existence become talismans; in a single thought, the magic technique is complete.

”Everyone, farewell!”

Wang Tao murmured lightly, withdrawing to Wu Ma’s side.

”Thunder Hidden Land!”

In that same breath, Xia Weisheng slammed both hands to the earth, surging thunder blanketing a hundred meters, the arcs encaging all like a prison.

”Earth-Devouring Silk Thunder!”

Wang Tao’s feet trembled, her flesh rippling, and the surrounding thunder arcs streamed into her pale, flawless feet.

”Escape Talisman, Turn to Air!” Wuqilu whispered, his cold gaze finally settling on Zhang Fan.

Before the words finished, the very air reversed and spun in an unnatural current, and in the blink of an eye, the three vanished before all eyes.

”No wonder it’s the Daoist Divine Techniques, truly formidable.”

Po Jie arrived at last, his face solemn, standing where the trio had faded, bending low to pick up a bit of earth and sniffing it.