Starting Cultivation During a Trip

”Old man, are you the only one here?”

Zhang Fan questioned from behind, unable to hold back.

”It’s daytime now; it’ll get lively at night.”

The old man in sunglasses turned his head, grinning with a smile that seemed to say, ”You’ll see for yourself.”

”Why don’t you come back at night?”

”N-no, that’s okay.” Zhang Fan laughed awkwardly.

Rumble...

In front of the coffin-like building, the old man in sunglasses opened the door, and a cold and clear air surged out, mixed with the scent of formaldehyde.

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, walked in, and scanned the area.

There was no air conditioning inside the building, yet the temperature was at least six or seven degrees cooler than outside. As soon as he walked in, every hair on his body stood up.

”It’s so big.”

The first floor was extremely spacious, like an unused warehouse; even whispers echoed.

”Wait here. I’ll go get the director for you.”

The old man in sunglasses took two steps and then stopped.

”Don’t wander around. Some places here are off-limits to outsiders.”

Saying that, the old man in sunglasses went upstairs directly via the nearby staircase.

”Senior brother, don’t you think that old man is a bit odd?”

Zhan Xinyue whispered quietly into Sui Chunsheng’s ear.

”That old man doesn’t look like someone in cultivation,” Sui Chunsheng said cautiously.

”I feel like there’s a familiar aura about him.” Zhang Fan stared thoughtfully at the empty staircase.

”Do you know him?”

”No, I don’t.” Zhang Fan shook his head, just feeling that the old man’s aura was somewhat familiar.

”Who are you people?”

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind, echoing in the spacious building.

Zhang Fan turned around to see a young man in work clothes approaching. He was solidly built, around 1.78 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a vigilant look sweeping over Zhang Fan and the others.

”Finally, a living person.” Zhang Fan murmured in his heart when he saw this.

He had been thinking that such a large funeral home couldn’t possibly be looked after by just one old man, could it?

”We are staff from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, here to see the director about something,” Sui Chunsheng stated their identity.

”Well, you made the trip for nothing; the director isn’t home. You can come back another day.”

Saying this, the young man turned and entered a room next to him.

”Not home?”

Sui Chunsheng was taken aback, then stepped forward to follow the young man, pushing the door open.

Zhang Fan followed suit when he saw this.

”This is the incinerator room!?”

The room was large, with three furnaces inside. Two of them were burning with a ”rumble” sound coming from within.

The third furnace’s door was open, and it was vaguely visible that a body had been placed in position, covered by a white cloth.

”Hmm!?”

Zhang Fan glanced, noticing a portion of an arm exposed under the white cloth; it was skin and bones, with long fingers, and especially the fingernails, which were about ten centimeters long.

”Didn’t you see the sign on the door? Unauthorized personnel, do not enter.”

At this moment, the young man stepped over, blocking Zhang Fan’s view, his gaze warningly sweeping over the three of them.

”When will the director be back? We clearly contacted him before, and we’re here to inquire about the old residential area...” Sui Chunsheng frowned.

”Oh, for the old town explosion issue?”

The young man sneered, interrupting Sui Chunsheng’s words.

”Hmm? Who are you?” Sui Chunsheng could tell from the tone that this young man in front of him was not a regular staff member.

”I’m Liu Xingyu, a corpse burner here.” The young man introduced himself.

”You’re the Falling Star Rain corpse burner?”

At this moment, Zhan Xinyue suddenly exclaimed.

”Do we know each other?” Liu Xingyu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhan Xinyue.

”I follow you on [Little Yellow Book], and I’ve sent you private messages. I really like the stories you post...” Zhan Xinyue exclaimed with joy.

”R-really?”

Liu Xingyu became a bit embarrassed, unable to maintain the cold demeanor he had just displayed after suddenly running into a fan.

”Falling Star Rain, the corpse burner?”

Zhang Fan mumbled softly.

He had also seen this ID on ”Little Yellow Book,” belonging to a user with hundreds of thousands of fans, famous for occasionally updating a series of stories—

”The Days I Spent Cremating Bodies at the Funeral Home”

”I didn’t expect you’re actually a corpse burner.”

Zhan Xinyue instantly transformed into a little fangirl, moving forward to get closer.

”At last, a living person!”

”Uh... you’re too kind.”

Liu Xingyu smiled awkwardly, unable to maintain the aloof stance he had earlier.

Dang... dang... dang...

Just then, the clock on the wall began chiming.

Liu Xingyu glanced up at the time and hurriedly turned, approaching the third furnace.

”I should get to work.”

Speaking, he formed a hand seal, muttering incantations, and suddenly, a mysterious light burst forth. Enveloping flames emerged, surprisingly emanating from his fingertips, like a rainbow piercing through the sun, brightly illuminating everything, causing the temperature to rise sharply.

”Daoist True Flame!?”

The crowd’s expressions changed slightly upon seeing this, even Zhang Fan couldn’t help showing an unusual expression.

He never expected that in this small funeral home, there would be such a master skilled in cultivating the Daoist True Flame.

Buzz...

Liu Xingyu flicked his finger, and a wisp of bright flame flew into the furnace, immediately turning into a raging fire, engulfing the waiting corpse.

Then, he pulled the lever, closing the furnace door, and inside, a ”rumble” sounded, accompanied by an eerie scratching noise as if something was clawing.

”He’s using Daoist True Flame to burn the body!?”