Starting Cultivation During a Trip

This is their misfortune and also their luck.

The frog at the bottom of the well can see the vast skies, which is considered a kind of luck.

”It’s over!”

At this moment, a gentle whisper resounded, seemingly drawing a period at the end of this magical combat.

The Spiritual Light surrounding Ma Buting became ever denser, his right palm fell like a knife, slowly descending, the terrifying blade light soared into the sky, turning silver-white, swallowing Zhang Fan’s figure.

The air within a hundred meters began to freeze, frosty white, surging like tides.

”Huh!?”

At this moment, even Feng Ping’an at the outskirts of the old residential area noticed the sudden abnormal phenomenon.

The scorched earth trembled abruptly, he stopped his actions and moved aside from Lou Hechuan’s figure, looking towards the direction of the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

”The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance still can gather talents...” Feng Ping’an said solemnly.

”Three Emperors Summoning Spirit, Three Yin Demon Slaying... today’s young people are truly remarkable.”

”Oh, Feng, the river pushes forward waves from behind, it’s been so many years, you’ve grown old too.”

Lou Hechuan’s lips curled slightly, deliberately or inadvertently looking towards the direction of the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion, an expression of pride emerged on his aged face.

He knew, this unusual fluctuation came from Ma Buting.

This young man was someone he painstakingly recruited, among the younger generation in Yujing City, he is almost invincible.

He is the future hope of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, today, is merely a small showcase of brilliance.

”Elder Lou, you speak rightly, the river pushes forward waves from behind...” Feng Ping’an nodded, but his gaze returned to calmness.

”However, you should have heard another saying.”

”What?” Lou Hechuan asked instinctively.

”One mountain stands taller than another!” Feng Ping’an chuckled lightly.

”Huh!?” Lou Hechuan’s aged eyebrows furrowed, showing a puzzled expression.

”Today’s weather is exceptionally sweltering.”

At this moment, Feng Ping’an wiped his cracked lips, instinctively looking towards the direction of the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

The endless frost infiltrated, sharp blade turned evil, the silver-white long swallowed Zhang Fan’s figure, under such terrifying power, no life could survive, if any, his Dao practice should be wasted.

”Today, it’s been enjoyable.”

Ma Buting slowly withdrew his gaze, giving the highest praise.

Speaking, he turned around, then walked towards the clay Divine Statue.

”The warm-up ends here.”

At this moment, a leisurely voice emanated from the stern silver-white.

Everyone’s face suddenly changed, looking up one after another.

Rumblings...

Suddenly, a crimson stream of light jumped in the stern silver-white, like a bright lamp, illuminating the frosty night, revealing the figure of a person behind it.

”Zhang... Zhang Fan...”

Various bewildered gazes penetrated through, tremors conveying undisguised shock.

Three Yin Refines Evil, frost blanketed the ground, that man walked out unscathed, a wisp of flame flickering on his fingertips, weak and small, yet making the surrounding chill fearfully recede.

”This is impossible!” Ma Buting’s complexion trembled, simply unable to believe.

”A mind empty like a secluded valley, thereby kindling a miraculous flower...”

Zhang Fan murmured gently, watching the flickering flame in his hand, his gaze obsessed and intoxicated.

At this moment, he finally felt warm.

”He... this... is this...”

At this moment, everyone realized something was off, the surrounding frost began to dissolve, the air temperature soared rapidly at an unstoppable speed.

”Kill!”

Almost simultaneously, Ma Buting fiercely took action, operating Mystic-Reaching Daoist Skill, encompassing invincible confidence.

Rumblings...

Turbulent Spiritual Light burst forth from seven apertures, entwining his limbs, distressing Yin Evil turned into unmatched edge, raging and roaring in Ma Buting’s palm,

Stern frost permeated everywhere, descending as silver-white.

In a trance, everyone felt their sight filled with endless whiteness, everything around seemed to be swallowed, slashed by it.

This blade’s demeanor was even more terrifying and extraordinary compared to before.

Within Three Yin, under the edge, there is invincibility.

”Zhang Fan...”

At this moment, everyone’s heart trembled, involuntarily looking at that lone, weak figure under the invincible edge.

Buzz...

Suddenly, an odd sound reverberated, like sword cry, as dragon roar, overshadowing the sound of weapon clashing, overwhelming the Qi of the Three Yin...

In the next instant, a horrifying blaze soared into the sky, like a blade light, three zhang off the ground, curving like a dragon, the terrifying phenomenon swallowing all frost-white, the explosive destruction crushing the blade light, frightening the Primordial Spirit into terror.

”This is...”

Outside the old residential area, everyone sensed this unprecedented fluctuation, watching the lifted flame light, seeing the fierce Sword Intent, even Lou Hechuan, an experienced and prudent figure, could not help but reveal a serious expression on his face.

”True Inheritance of Ancestor Lv, Fire Dragon Pill Sword!”

Rumblings...

The agitated blaze reflected on everyone’s face, the flickering flame wrapped in enigmatic Sword Intent, entwining Zhang Fan’s fingertips.

Amidst the ruins, he stood horizontally, allowing True Flame to spurt, even if Mystic Light incinerated.

At this moment, he was terrifyingly unlike a human.

”Is he... is he really Zhang Fan?”

In Xu Zhixia’s trembling gaze was full of awe, at this moment, she even doubted if Zhang Fan had been possessed.

In her impression, Zhang Fan should just be an ordinary person, otherwise four years of romance, she couldn’t possibly detect nothing.

Unless possessed, how could he have acquired such skills in just a few months, facing the strong and domineering Ma Buting, winning decisively, overwhelmingly!?