Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The scorching flames shot up into the sky, stirring up layers of dark clouds.

Such a violent explosion leveled the surrounding houses instantly, turning them into a wasteland, with a shockwave extending over a radius of eight hundred meters, and the sound could still be faintly heard from five kilometers away.

The rising smoke and dust immediately attracted all the experts stationed around Jiangnan Province.

”Everyone, head to the [D Zone] area immediately.”

An urgent voice came through the intercom, and at the same time, a man dressed in a Daoist Robe, with a faint scar on his forehead, swiftly entered this blocked-off old residential area.

”Zhao Yao, what was that just now?”

Meanwhile, three figures appeared like phantoms behind the man in the Daoist Robe, their presence equally powerful, with blazing True Yang and pure unity, finally no longer concealing themselves.

As High Skills nurtured by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, even they felt a trace of fear when faced with the recent explosion that shot up to the sky.

”I don’t know... but one thing is for sure... that should be the source of the Dragon Qi theft...” Zhao Yao gritted his teeth.

Yujing City, the source of the world’s Water Dragon, stealing Dragon Qi, altering Celestial Secrets, such means, if in ancient times, lurking within the market, hidden dangers, such must be a fiend’s doing.

”We’ll know once we get there,” Zhao Yao said in a deep voice.

The four High Skills moved as one, passing through the alleys of the ghostly residence, flying towards the direction of the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

”Gentlemen, can you stay your steps?”

Just then, a casual voice sounded at the mouth of the alley, and at the same time, a slightly hunched man, pushing a pancake cart, blocked their path.

”Move aside!” Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows, shouting sharply.

”Tsk tsk... Little Zhao, it’s been years, and you’ve become a High Skill... these years you must have been quite valued in the Daoist Alliance.”

Feng Ping’an wiped his oily hands on his dirty apron, untied the string, and put it away.

”Hmm? Who are you?”

Zhao Yao was taken aback, his eyes narrowing into a line as he scrutinized the nondescript, ordinary pancake vendor who seemed somewhat familiar.

”I don’t care who you are, the Daoist Alliance is conducting business now, move aside immediately.”

At that moment, a woman in white attire spoke up, she was the only female among the four High Skills.

The earlier explosion was too horrifying, and if they didn’t rush over, who knew what terrifying consequences and impacts it might cause.

At this moment, she had no time to think about the identity of this small vendor in front of her.

”Young man, you are a bit impatient and your liver fire is too strong!”

Rumble...

Feng Ping’an sighed lightly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying blaze shot up, instantly engulfing the woman in white attire.

”Ahh...”

A harrowing scream rang out, the people’s expressions changed slightly, and before they could react, the woman turned into a charred corpse, frozen in place.

However, her painful moans still echoed intermittently from within the charred body, as if the scorched frame had become her imprisonment.

”This is...”

At this moment, Zhao Yao’s expression changed drastically, as if unveiling some long-sealed memory, a sense of fear arose spontaneously.

”How dare you...”

Beside him, two High Skills couldn’t stay idle, murderous intent erupted, anger blazing, ready to act.

”Stop... don’t act... she’s not dead...”

Zhao Yao hurriedly raised his hand to stop them, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his trembling gaze falling on the ordinary pancake vendor.

”Little Zhao, you still have good judgment... I’m not so unreasonable as to kill without provocation...” Feng Ping’an grinned lightly: ”I’m not some kind of psycho killer...”

”Don’t you think?”

”I... I didn’t know when you returned to Yujing City.” Zhao Yao spoke in a cautious tone, his eyes full of vigilance.

”Return? I don’t remember ever leaving.” Feng Ping’an chuckled lightly, snuffing out the stove.

”Zhao Yao...”

Just then, the two High Skills behind him grew anxious, hurriedly reminding him that no matter this person’s background, now was not the time for reminiscence.

”Please step aside,” Zhao Yao gritted his teeth and said.

”Little Zhao, you still haven’t figured out the situation.”

Feng Ping’an rubbed his hands, his slightly hunched body slowly straightening, and at this moment, he finally turned around completely, facing the three High Skills from the Daoist Alliance.

”With me here, no one gets through.”

Rumble...

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone’s expressions changed drastically, seeing the ground beneath their feet turn to scorched earth, eerie flames burning, spreading rapidly in an instant.

”Is this the Outer Scenery!?”

The three High Skills’ eyes trembled, their Primordial Spirits illuminated, bodies entering the Outer Scenery. At this moment, they seemed to fall into an endless Purgatory, blazing torture, the scorched earth everywhere, the intense heat making the True Yang within them seem to ignite.

”Who... who exactly is he?”

”The manifestation of the Outer Scenery, the oppression from the Primordial Spirit is terrifying!?”

The two High Skills exchanged glances, almost unable to believe it, since entering the [High Skill] rank, they had never encountered such invasive fear.

”Little Zhao, speaking of it, you also followed me for a while before, it’s been years, want to test your skills?” Feng Ping’an lifted his gaze lightly, grinning with a hint of a cruel smile.

Zhao Yao’s fists clenched tightly, his clothes long since drenched in sweat.

After all these years, the sense of powerlessness in the face of this man still lingered.

”Stand down...”

Just then, an old voice echoed, reverberating in this blazing scorched earth of the Outer Scenery.