Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Su Shiyu vaguely knew that the reason she could reverse the transformation was mostly related to the man she encountered.

”Zhang Fan...”

Su Shiyu murmured softly, muttering Zhang Fan’s name.

If it weren’t for the Lao Mountain Daoist pursuing her so closely at the time, making her eager to escape, she would have definitely stayed to see what was special about the man named Zhang Fan.

Luckily, they both added each other on Super Chat.

”Sister Shiyu, what are you talking about?”

The little girl noticed Su Shiyu’s absent-minded expression and couldn’t help but ask.

”It’s nothing... Has Aunt Yun arrived?” Su Shiyu diverted the topic.

”Aunt Yun arrived in Gusu the day before yesterday. She got wind that the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance is escorting something extremely important to Gusu, which is significantly connected to our Wuwei Sect.” The little girl said solemnly.

”No wonder they are urgently assembling manpower!” Su Shiyu thought.

She entered the Wuwei Sect through Aunt Yun, so she knew that although the Wuwei Sect keeps a low profile, it has great influence, gathering not only many extraordinary talents from within the Daoist Sect but also numerous demonic ghosts relying on the Wuwei Sect.

In fact, in ancient times, when the Wuwei Sect was at its peak, it was said to ”command all demonic ghosts,” since both excelled in the Dao of Primordial Spirit Possession, which was considered taboo by the Daoist Sect, thus pushing all the mountain and sea demons to the Wuwei Sect’s side.

Therefore, from the first ”Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples,” the Wuwei Sect claimed to be the leader of all demonic ghosts in the world, avoiding senseless killing and preserving life.

”Assembling so hurriedly, it seems the escorted item is extraordinary.” Su Shiyu said thoughtfully.

She was well aware of Aunt Yun’s style; under normal circumstances, she would never mobilize the likes of demonic ghosts, yet this time, even she had been summoned, indicating the item’s importance.

”Strange... Since it’s so important, how did the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance leak the news?” Su Shiyu frowned slightly.

”Times have changed. The Daoist Sect is not monolithic; some have long secretly sided with our Wuwei Sect...” The little girl said casually.

The Wuwei Sect uses refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit as a tool, evidently a shortcut for cultivation.

Compared to the elusive Pure Yang Dao, readily available power naturally attracts many Daoist Sect experts.

Besides...

”Primordial Spirit Possession... In the Daoist Sect, many have long been possessed by our sect’s experts... Not just the Daoist Alliance, even among the Ten Great Mountain Gates...”

The little girl’s words abruptly stopped, but the implication was clear.

Among the ten great Daoist sects’ famous mountains, Wuwei Sect experts are hidden.

”When will Aunt Yun arrive?” Su Shiyu asked.

”Perhaps tonight... I’m not really sure. You should know Aunt Yun’s identity is very mysterious, we always communicate in a singular manner.” The little girl lay on the sofa with a helpless expression.

Aunt Yun is very mysterious, Su Shiyu only knows she is from the Daoist Sect.

Besides, she only knows this Aunt Yun is very skilled, her background and history are quite legendary, with many rumors circulating about her in the community.

It’s said she came from the legendary Women’s Kingdom.

This Women’s Kingdom is somewhat different from the one in Journey to the West.

Nanyang Strange Tales records that in the early years, amid warlord chaos with bodies everywhere, an army found a village deep in the mountains.

This village was almost isolated, with a history of at least a hundred years, the most bizarre part being that there were no men.

Initially, the army didn’t know, so upon entering and seeing so many women, they were naturally aflame with desire; these soldiers rarely saw any women as they fought long campaigns outside. Unable to hold back, the regiment leader led the charge into the village, pillaging women, brutally violating them for three days and nights. To them, it was revelry, but for the women, it was a nightmare.

Those soldiers tasted the sweetness and simply settled in the village, but they soon realized the strangeness of the village.

The village had a custom that on the first and fifteenth of every month, at midnight, all women would dress up, wear red clothes, burn a stick of incense before a bronze mirror, which no one was allowed to see, guarding it until the rooster crowed at dawn, every month.

These soldiers initially found it intriguing; however, some remote customs weren’t surprising. Yet, at some point, soldiers began disappearing one by one.

In that ravine, not a single trace was found; the lead regiment leader suspected the village women were secretly retaliating, thus gathering them and imposing confinement, even torturing them severely, yet soldiers continued to vanish.

Eventually, they discovered the village’s secret, thirty miles away stood an earthen tower.

No one knew when or who constructed it, even the village women didn’t know. But every winter solstice, every woman aged 16 in the village would enter the tower for seven days and nights, and upon returning, some would be pregnant.

This was the village’s biggest secret; those not pregnant would die soon after, and the village thrived this way.

The earthen tower rose nine levels high, bearing an ancient appearance, with a stone plaque outside that simply said: Do Not Enter.

The tower evidently held great age, hiding what? Perhaps many valuable items, the soldiers were clearly tempted, disregarding the warnings on the plaque, they broke in.

From that day, none of those soldiers were ever seen again, and no one ever found the village.

”Women’s Kingdom... Does such a place truly exist?”

Though Su Shiyu is a demon herself, she had never seen such a Women’s Kingdom, but rumors circulate that Aunt Yun emerged from that village, joining the Daoist Sect at a young age, her talent exceptional.

Rumble...

Just then, outside the house, thunder roared, accompanied by electric flashes tearing through the sky.

”The weather’s changing, tonight will be lively.” The little girl murmured softly.

Su Shiyu looked outside, where the sky’s dark clouds churned as if a storm were brewing.

...

At the same time, Three Seasons Hotel.

”Isn’t the Observatory of Profound Mystery nearby? Once the item is sent, it’s over, why stay an extra day?”

Zhang Fan lay on the bed, unable to comprehend Zhan Xinyue and Sui Chunsheng’s arrangements.

”Bureaucratic ways... More procedures, less convenience, quite normal.” Jiang Hu said casually.

”After all, we’re just here for the show, however long they want to stay, we can stay...”

Saying this, Jiang Hu bounced up from the bed.

”Jiangnan’s scenery, Gusu Ancient City, we happen to play for a couple of days...”

”Outside Gusu City, Hanshan Temple, park and...”

”Hulu... Do you know what’s in the jar that the Daoist Alliance is escorting?”

Just then, Zhang Fan spoke up, his eyes brimming with curiosity.

”No idea, surely it’s not an important thing, otherwise, why let us escort it?” Jiang Hu responded decisively.

”That’s true.”

Zhang Fan nodded, opening the ”Little Yellow Book” app.

”Hmm!?”

Upon entering, Zhang Fan noticed that the avatar of ”Thousand-Year-Old Demon” in the follow list was lit.

He urgently clicked the avatar, opened the chatbox, and sent a message.

”If you have the guts, reply to me.”

Whoosh...

The message was successfully sent.

”He took me off the blacklist.”

Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up as he saw the message marked as read.

”Who are you exactly?”

”Thousand-Year-Old Demon.”

The other party replied.

”I’m asking about who you are in reality? You seem to know something about me...”

”Do we know each other?”

Zhang Fan sent a series of question marks, his curiosity about the Thousand-Year-Old Demon was immense.

However, the other party remained silent, not responding.

”Say something, who are you really...”

Zhang Fan, increasingly impatient, quickly typed out a string of words but didn’t get a chance to send before the other party replied.

”Want to meet?”

The simple sentence struck Zhang Fan’s heart with a jolt.

”When?”

”Now!”

The Thousand-Year-Old Demon replied.