Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Accomplish cultivation and perfect three thousand deeds, subdue the Fire Dragon and True Tiger, who is the immortal? I am the immortal.

Years ago, Ancestor Lv followed Fire Dragon Zhenren, comprehended the Magic Sword, studied the Alchemy Technique. On the day of success, he once said this.

In the dark night, a massive explosion startled half the street.

The hotel room’s wall was blown open with a large hole, shattered glass scattered across the ground, and the bursting flame drove away the night’s darkness.

Amidst the blazing flames, a figure slowly walked out, standing at the hole of the shattered wall, gaze unfocused and ethereal, indifferently watching downwards.

”Zhang Fan...” Sui Chunsheng’s eyelids jumped, surprised by everything happening in front of him.

”Profound Sect and Daoist Fire Technique!?” Zhan Xinyue’s beautiful face showed a trace of disbelief.

Daoist Sect cultivation is about refining the gloom in the spirit, achieving Infinite Pure Yang.

Through collecting and refining medicines, temper the True Yang within the Essence, Qi, and Spirit, refine and nourish the Primordial Spirit, pursuing the infinite.

Only the Primordial Spirit can mobilize the True Yang within the Essence, Qi, and Spirit; if ignited, that is the Daoist True Flame.

This Profound Passage, fierce and mysterious, can burn all worldly evils, also transform flesh and bone.

Daoist Scripture says, when True Yang exits the three treasures, once ignited, the Heart Fire blooms, the intense Heart Fire triggers wild nature, and the Consciousness becomes agitated, leading the fire to burn.

Human lust is fire, thoughts are fire, agitation is fire, raising one’s heart is fire...

Once the True Yang ignites, wild nature arises, the Heart Fire like a dragon hard to subdue, a little carelessness may lead to self-immolation.

Thus, Daoist Fire Technique is extremely difficult to cultivate.

To cultivate the Fire Technique, one must subdue the Fire Dragon, otherwise, it will backfire.

Like previously, the Red Snake Fire Talisman used by Qi Ji and Jiang Hu is born from Talisman Dao, creating natural fire, not the Daoist True Flame created by one’s inner world.

”The three treasures suddenly divide, leaving Essence, wild nature arises to trigger the Fire Dragon... there’s still a master!”

Shi Shougong’s expression is grave, his chilly gaze shifts from the charred corpse beneath him to Zhang Fan within the blazing flames.

In Daoist Mythology, the Celestial Court is divided into eight departments, Daoist Mysterious Skill also into eight techniques, Magical Combat is the most mysterious, Thunder Skill the most ruthless, Fire Technique the most fierce...

Being able to practice Daoist True Flame must be Profound Sect.

Only Shi Shougong didn’t expect, tonight in this place, there hides such a master.

Whoosh...

The heatwave surged, flame winds howled, Shi Shougong’s expression suddenly changed, a broad hand palm pressed down like a shadow, directly covering his face.

”So fast!?”

In Shi Shougong’s mind, a silhouette seemed to roar frantically.

Boom...

Almost at the same time, massive force grasped his face, pressing him completely flying out, in an instant, he was already ten meters away.

”Zhang Fan...”

Sui Chunsheng’s pupils suddenly contracted, just a moment ago, he only saw fire jumping, the figure swift like a ghost, flashed in the firelight unseen, when he came to his senses, Shi Shougong had flown out.

Buzz...

A burn appeared on Shi Shougong’s face, a piece of skin became charred, slowly peeling off, his eye corner twitched, enduring severe pain, before landing, he gradually disappeared mid-air, seemingly merging with the air.

”Be careful, he is a demon... can become invisible.”

Right then, Sui Chunsheng spoke to warn, he just suffered a great loss with this trick.

However, Zhang Fan seemed he didn’t hear, he looked down at his own hands, True Yang surged within him, in his palms like an invisible airflow, circulating and rotating, transforming into red streams of light, releasing a terrifying temperature, distorting the surrounding air.

”Pill Fire... Pill Fire...”

Zhang Fan murmured lightly, just a trace of red stream of light, slightly out of control, burned his right arm, skin and flesh emitted black smoke, crimson blood evaporated and dispersed.

”Zhang Fan...” Zhan Xinyue’s floral face lost color, exclaimed in alarm.

Nonetheless, Zhang Fan seemed not to hear, he didn’t even seem to feel his own burns.

”He’s still in deep meditation... incredible...” Sui Chunsheng’s complexion changed, finding it hard to believe.

In other words, at this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit hadn’t awakened, everything relied on instinct.

Buzz...

Just at that moment, behind Zhang Fan, the flame wave suddenly rose, seemingly torn open a gap, Shi Shougong seemed to walk from the air, appearing, sharp claws like knives, slicing Zhang Fan’s arm.

A smear of ghostly black spread like ink, directly burrowing into the flesh, merging into the blood, spreading to every limb.

”Trouble...” Zhan Xinyue’s heart sank.

This demon’s methods were sharp and strange, such a skill resembled Plague Poison, once in the body, hopeless to reclaim, they would all fall to it.

”You’re still very raw...” Shi Shougong said coldly.

Buzz...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s arm trembled lightly, the blood within seemed to boil, incinerating the ink-black in an instant.

In a flash, his arm moved like a spear, a twist, directly wrapping Shi Shougong’s neck, lifting him high in the air.

”Ahhhhh...”

At that moment, Shi Shougong let out a heart-wrenching howl of pain, no flame burst out, yet his body seemed ignited by a great fire, moisture rapidly drained, skin shrunk and dried, gradually turning yellow and charred, the air even filled with a pungent smell of burnt meat.

”What kind of Fire Technique has he practiced!?”

This scene made Zhan Xinyue’s heart jump, her beautiful face showed deep disbelief.

Daoist Fire Technique, without seeing blazing True Flame, yet possessing the might of burning body and refining spirit.

Such a skill, she had never seen nor heard.

”Zhang Fan... what is his background?” Zhan Xinyue’s expression became distant, feeling as if she had re-encountered Zhang Fan.