Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Cultivators spend their whole lives enduring tribulations, and once they succeed, they can never stop.

They are both the most terrifying heretics in this world, and also the greatest source of calamity within it.

”Hm? Quite the fast runner.”

At this moment, Liu Fusheng seemed to recall something, and sharply lifted his head. The cold, desolate street was already completely empty...

Xuquan Han Diyan had also vanished without a trace.

Liu Fusheng sneered coldly and walked straight toward Zhang Fan.

”Fan...”

Liu Fusheng looked at the weakened Zhang Fan, feeling a strange sensation rise in his heart. He couldn’t shake the sense that Zhang Fan’s Divine Demon Holy Embryo was somehow different from Zhang Lingzong’s.

”Let’s head back first.”

Liu Fusheng hoisted Zhang Fan over his shoulder, then turned and left, gradually vanishing into the cold night.

A moment later, a pair of headlights illuminated the dim, deserted street. A Five Spirits Rainbow Light slowly pulled up by the curb, the car door opened, and a man stepped out—it was none other than Bai Buran.

”They’re gone...”

Bai Buran surveyed the scene of disarray, his brows furrowed tightly. He hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed Zhang Fan’s number, but no one answered.

”The lingering aura is strong—surely a master has been here...”

Bai Buran could sense the residual waves still hanging in the air—True Yang was surging, magic profound. Even though the battle had ended, the lingering aftermath refused to disperse.

”Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth—scattered in the Red Dust, all in vain...”

Just then, a lazy voice drifted over from the passenger seat of the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, and next, a tall, graceful figure slowly stepped out. She wore high-heeled leather shoes and black leather shorts; her figure was enticing, her face dazzlingly beautiful.

”Xu Dog has come to Yujing!?” The stunning woman spoke with grave seriousness.

”No wonder you’re White Crane Temple’s top disciple—you can even spot that?”

Bai Buran’s gaze sharpened to a needlepoint as he instinctively turned to the beautiful woman.

Zhuang Xiaomeng—she was not only White Crane Temple’s expert, but also Bai Buran’s old friend.

In his youth, when Bai Buran was still cultivating at Zhenwu Mountain, he had met her. By now, their friendship spanned more than ten years.

”Xiaobai, you’ve kept away from your sect, hiding in the city, so naturally you’re ignorant of how the Daoist Sect world has shifted lately...” Zhuang Xiaomeng said blandly.

”In the past thirty years, Wuwei Sect has gradually shown signs of resurgence. White Crane Temple has dealt with them for so many years, of course we know some of their roots.”

”Ever since Dragon Tiger Red Moon ten years ago, the Thirteen Zodiacs went through a major blood change—Xu Dog and Hai Pig are both newcomers recruited after that incident.”

Zhuang Xiaomeng bent down to examine the marks left on the ground, her impressive bust nearly bursting forth.

Bai Buran glanced at her, then politely shifted his gaze elsewhere.

”Six Dust Pill Technique... truly worthy of the Thirteen Zodiacs,” Zhuang Xiaomeng said seriously.

Each of the Thirteen Zodiacs had their own specialty; the Immortal Techniques they cultivated were unlike any ordinary Daoist Sect inheritance.

Take for instance Hai Pig King Tao—his Dao name is Greed Eating Transformation Technique. Normally, he refines and nourishes the Primordial Spirit, stockpiling essence; in battle, he can erupt with multiplied force. Beyond that, he can devour the opponent’s magic, then manifest the same power himself.

Wuma Wuqilu—his Dao name is Human Talisman Refining. Using the Primordial Spirit as material, and All Things Transformation Talisman as the foundation, he tries to forge the one Dao Talisman that can unlock the Primordial Spirit Password.

Rooster Day of the Metal Mao—his Dao name is Star Battle Dharma Body. He refines and nourishes the Primordial Spirit, lights up all the major acupoints in the body; above, it corresponds with the stars and constellations, drawing both good and ill fortune unto himself.

...

As for Xuquan Han Land Disgust, he refines and nourishes the Poison of the Six Dusts within the Primordial Spirit to forge Great Pills—these can both temper the body or be transmuted into a multitude of magic, sublime and elusive, impossible to defend against.

Over the years, unknowable numbers of experts in the Daoist Sect world have died beneath that Six Dust Pill Technique.

”His opponent wasn’t weak either...”

Bai Buran’s gaze was sharp as a blade as he surveyed the remaining traces on the street, sinking into deep thought.

”That was a master of Talisman Dao.”

Zhuang Xiaomeng suddenly looked up, and there, in the sky, dark clouds were billowing, yet to disperse, hazy as if turning into drifting rune trails.

”Talisman Dao in perfect resonance—truly terrifying...” Bai Buran’s gaze sharpened again, staring at the slowly fading gloom, as if trying to memorize every lingering sign.

”Was it a master from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance?” Bai Buran asked Zhuang Xiaomeng.

The senior leadership of each regional Daoist Alliance was drawn from the White Crane Temple.

The headquarters of the national Daoist Alliance Headquarters was also in Shangjing City, governed by White Crane Temple.

This time, Zhuang Xiaomeng had come from Shangjing, practically as an imperial envoy. She knew a thing or two about the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance’s foundation.

”No.”

Zhuang Xiaomeng shook her head, disproving Bai Buran’s guess.

”That person’s Talisman Dao attainments are unimaginable. Looking across the country, there are fewer than a handful, literally counting on two hands, who have reached such cultivation in Talisman Dao...”

”There are no such Talisman Dao masters in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance!”

As she spoke, Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at Bai Buran, her voice grave: ”Your employee is named Zhang Fan, right...”

”There’s one very strange thing—Xu Dog’s status is so high; why would he target such an insignificant little fellow?” Suspicion flickered in Zhuang Xiaomeng’s eyes.

”Maybe...”

”Where does he live?” Zhuang Xiaomeng asked.

”He lives at...”

”Long ago, there was a mountain. Upon the mountain, a tomb. Within the tomb, a coffin. Inside the coffin...”

Just then, a melodious ringtone rang out, echoing in the cold street.

Bai Buran checked the phone—the incoming call was from Zhang Fan.

”Hello, boss...”

Bai Buran answered, and on the other end was Zhang Fan’s voice.

”Where are you? You okay?”

Bai Buran’s first concern was, of course, Zhang Fan’s safety.

”I’m fine, I’m at home...”