Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 146: Chapter 107: Primordial Spirit Possession

Three days later.

At Taoyuan Square, after that night, Bai Buran unprecedentedly gave Zhang Fan a three-day paid vacation.

Undeniably, Rooster’s ability to manipulate time and peek into the Celestial Secrets indeed showcased his remarkable skills. He aggressively utilized the Divine Evil Fighting Robe and executed the Beidou Refining God Technique. Even though most of the burden was on him, Zhang Fan’s mere use of the Celestial Mother Heart Curse was enough to considerably strain his Primordial Spirit, taking three days just to barely recover.

”Dad really has a lot of issues.”

Zhang Fan contemplated. In fact, ever since he retrieved the Evil Gods, he had sensed that Zhang Lingzong had kept numerous secrets from him, related to his own past, their family’s past, Zhang Fan’s past, and his mother Li Linglong’s past...

All of Zhang Fan’s understanding of the past seemed to be overturned.

Now, from the Celestial Secrets he glimpsed ten years ago, he saw Zhang Lingzong’s figure. He had entered Dragon Tiger Mountain...

After the great calamity of the Daoist Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain had been closed for eighty years, and he was the only one to have entered...

On that night ten years ago, Li Linglong died, and Zhang Fan too entered the Great Night is not bright night.

That very night, Zhang Lingzong brought out a coffin from Dragon Tiger Mountain, within which surprisingly was...

”Jiang Lai!?” Zhang Fan was somewhat unsure. He thought he was close to the truth, but who would have thought he’d step into an even bigger mystery.

”I’m starting to suspect, has dad been working at a construction site all these years!?”

Zhang Fan muttered as he walked into the company.

Wen He was injured in Primordial Qi and won’t be back for a while.

Jiang Lai hadn’t arrived yet.

Only Jiang Hu sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen.

”With the current market, you’re still buying houses?”

Zhang Fan walked over, glanced, and couldn’t help but say.

”It’s a necessity. Daoists are humans too; they need houses.” Jiang Hu said without looking up.

”Tsk tsk, there are too many unfinished projects.”

”Those heartless capitalists, no matter how many unfinished projects, it doesn’t hinder them from making money.” Zhang Fan said indifferently.

”Hehe, isn’t that what powerful capitalists do?”

Jiang Hu spread his hands helplessly: ”Profits are privatized, losses are corporatized, and risks are socialized.”

”Pure demons wearing human skin! A few years back, Daoists would use a talisman to take care of them.”

”Hu, this is what I admire about you.” Zhang Fan suddenly said.

”What?”

”Your mouth is sharper than a talisman.”

”...”

”Cultivation isn’t about fighting. Understanding the Heavenly Heart, we should know that many fates in this muddy Red Dust are inevitable and inescapable...” Jiang Hu sighed.

”Such as?”

”For example... the mother-in-law’s wails, the sister-in-law’s demands, the brother-in-law’s pleas, the husband’s incompetence, the father-in-law’s firmness, and more...”

”What kind of Dao are you practicing?”

”The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao!”

”...”

Zhang Fan was momentarily speechless. He opened the ”Little Yellow Book,” habitually clicked on the profile page of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, and found the avatar still gray.

”Has the old thief updated again?” Zhang Fan glanced.

Admittedly, ever since he started following the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, the old thief’s update frequency had been very high.

”Primordial Spirit Possession, the Legendary Reincarnation.”

”Primordial Spirit Possession!?”

Zhang Fan was no longer a rookie; especially after retrieving the Evil God, his mind was filled with knowledge and experience.

Possession is an ancient and mysterious technique within the Daoist Sect, capable of taking over another’s body, occupying the nest, achieving an alternative rebirth or resurrection.

However, true possession involves countless taboos and tremendous risks.

The article by the Thousand-Year-Old Demon began with a story, a tale about Summoning Soul.

Summoning Soul, in some places, is also known as Guan Hun.

Few people understand this craft; most are elderly women, and there are young ones too, but they aren’t said to be very effective.

As for men in this field, they are unheard of.

In the past in the Southwest Mountain Area, I saw those witches inviting the deceased up, using themselves as mediums.

Their possessions were exaggeratedly theatrical, some rolling their eyes, some convulsing, whether true or false was unknown.

This Soul Summoning Technique is not complicated, requiring only the deceased’s birth date and eight characters.

However, there is a taboo against using the living’s information. A true incident occurred in Yujing City a couple of years ago, chilling to contemplate.

They said a daughter-in-law who didn’t get along with her father-in-law, their eight characters supposedly clashed, often quarrelled, and even fought on occasion.

Later, the daughter-in-law sought out a famous local witch for soul summoning.

At that time, she provided the birth date and eight characters of her father-in-law, though he wasn’t deceased.

But the witch didn’t know. She lit incense and candles and summoned for a long time without success.

The witch, slightly embarrassed, employed some measures and surprisingly succeeded.

But as soon as she was possessed, the witch appeared to change personalities, harshly berating the daughter-in-law for being heartless—inviting his soul while he was still alive.

The assistant nearby turned pale instantly and hurriedly extinguished the incense.

Once the witch regained consciousness, she was furious, declaring she’d broken a taboo and could never practice it again.

After returning, the father-in-law fell severely ill, remembering nothing of what transpired, increasing the daughter-in-law’s smugness.

However, two months later, the daughter-in-law died tragically, crushed in a cement mixer for unknown reasons at a construction site in broad daylight.

As for the witch, she seemingly never performed another soul summoning.

”After death, the Primordial Spirit is all yin with no yang, becoming a ghost...”

Thus summoning involves inviting the Primordial Spirit through means that are of left-hand path.

In the Daoist Sect, some are skilled enough to forcefully extract a living person’s Primordial Spirit, seizing their body, akin to the legendary Reincarnation, but it’s more domineering and powerful by comparison.

”Reincarnation!?” Zhang Fan mused.

”Possession... that’s not a craft anyone can refine.”

At this moment, an elderly voice came from behind.

”Old Yu!?”

Zhang Fan turned, surprised to see it was Yu Fu, long absent.

”Old Yu, you finally showed up, I thought you’d quit.” Zhang Fan teased.

Old Yu grinned but stayed silent, intently staring at Zhang Fan’s computer screen.

Zhang Fan noticed this and his expression became a bit unnatural.

”Don’t worry, I don’t mind you goofing off at work.” Old Yu shook his head. ”Zhang, you’ve started researching this stuff now.”

”Just happened to see it.”

”Primordial Spirit Possession is a taboo in the Daoist Sect, untouchable without the Life and Death Profound Passage.” Yu Fu said sternly, ”Do you know who in this world excels at this craft?”

”Who?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.

”Two kinds of people.”

”First are the Spirit Monsters in the mountains, they gain Dao Practice over the years. If their Primordial Spirit Emerges, seizing a human body then they become...”

”Demons!?” Zhang Fan blurted out.

Mountain Spirit Monsters cannot transform into human form. Like before with the He Family refining horses, raising a pack of foxes in the back mountain, all possessing Dao Practice, akin to enlightened Spirit Monsters. But no matter how they cultivate, they remain beasts; to transform into human form, they must seize a body through Primordial Spirit Possession.

In many ancient legends, the tales of foxes turning into beautiful young maidens were when fox Primordial Spirits emerged, occupying a maiden’s body.

With a human body, they are called demons, vastly more powerful than ordinary Spirit Monsters.

”Old Yu, do you think there are still demons in this world today?”

At this, Yu Fu didn’t answer immediately, staring intently at Zhang Fan, his gaze unnervingly penetrating. After a long while, he finally spoke softly.

”Naturally, there are!”