Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 251: Chapter 150: Target - Evil Gods! Li Yishan’s Mom_2

Besides that, Zhang Fan knew that when he was a child, whether it was Zhang Lingzong or Li Linglong, it seemed they had imparted a lot to him, but after practicing the Divine Splitting Technique, most of his memories and power had been taken away by the Evil Gods.

Although fusing with the Evil Gods had restored a fair amount of his power, in comparison, the Evil Gods still held the lion’s share.

If it truly possessed him, who knows what identity it would use to appear, but its methods and power would definitely be vicious and domineering, far beyond what ordinary Daoist Sect experts could compare to.

”I still need to break through to High Skill as soon as possible.”

Zhang Fan was anxious; ever since he had, with the help of the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal at the Observatory of Profound Mystery, caught a glimpse of the Evil Gods from afar, unease had filled him.

That ”thing”—let’s just call it ”thing” for now—is extremely dangerous; if left unchecked, it will surely become a calamity.

Without any exaggeration, Zhang Fan felt that this free-roaming Evil Gods was more terrifying than any danger he’d ever faced.

He needed to retrieve it in the shortest time possible.

”I know it’s urgent now, but don’t rush yet.”

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, soothing his restless Consciousness, then turned to leave, quickly exiting the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

Just now, his epiphany had caused quite a stir, so naturally he couldn’t stay any longer, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

”Zhang Fan? Was that commotion just now caused by him?”

Inside the small building, Ma Buting watched Zhang Fan’s hurried figure with a thoughtful expression.

”Looks like he ran into trouble during cultivation, but that makes sense—how easy is it to master a Fire Technique that can control the Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade?”

He Ningyan walked in from behind, wisdom sparkling in her beautiful eyes.

”He still hasn’t entered the High Skill realm. His Primordial Spirit is weak, probably can’t handle such power, so going astray is only natural.”

”Senior Sister, are you saying he’s on the wrong path?” Ma Buting asked gravely.

”Blind pursuit of power will eventually be consumed by power. I’ve seen too many like him.”

He Ningyan shook her head and withdrew her gaze, completely losing interest in Zhang Fan.

With such temperament, such a person wasn’t worth her care.

”Forget about him. Our priority now is to track down the Three Corpses Primordial Pill.” He Ningyan said sternly.

The Three Corpses Primordial Pill was a bizarre treasure refined by Three Corpses Daoist using the Minor Divinity Splitting Technique, containing all the secrets of the former world’s number one master. Retrieving it would be a great achievement, and comprehending just a fraction of its mysteries could benefit one for life.

The Primordial Pill not only held many major secrets of the Wuwei Sect, but also the cultivation method of Three Corpses Illuminating Fate...

There was a hungry gleam in He Ningyan’s eyes; a master like Three Corpses Daoist had lived such a brilliant life, containing a whole Daoist Canon in himself—a worthy subject for exhaustive study and contemplation.

”Senior Sister, any clues yet?” Ma Buting couldn’t help but press.

With their cultivation and the power of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, as long as the item was still in Yujing City, it shouldn’t be too hard to recover it.

”I’d say it’s almost certain. If my guess is right, the thing should be at the Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home.” He Ningyan replied gravely.

”Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home?” Ma Buting looked puzzled.

”That’s a Zhenwu Mountain enterprise. The director is named Meng Qingtong...” He Ningyan bit her lip.

”That guy entered Zhenwu Mountain as a child and cultivated bitterly for over thirty years, always kept a low profile. Ten years ago, he came to Yujing City and took over the Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home.”

”If I’m not mistaken, the Daoist Alliance expert killed in East Mountain Province, and the Three Corpses Primordial Pill stolen, was probably done by this person.”

Ma Buting grew solemn. If someone from Zhenwu Mountain really obtained the Three Corpses Primordial Pill and unraveled its secrets, that would be a huge problem.

”So we have to be extremely cautious.” He Ningyan turned things over in her mind, but her goal for the Primordial Pill was resolute.

This item’s biggest value for the Daoist Alliance is that it might contain the method to find the Human Xiao.

You have to know, the Thirteen Zodiacs are the Guardians of the Wuwei Sect. Across generations, only the true Sect Leader knows how to contact the Human Xiao.

Three Corpses Daoist was once the Sect Leader of the Wuwei Sect. If they could find that method in the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, they could locate this generation’s Human Xiao, catch the ringleader, and once the Human Xiao is taken down, the Thirteen Zodiacs will collapse in a day, and the Wuwei Sect would fall apart in no time.

...

Evening, University City.

Sanyang Street.

The night had just fallen, and the food stalls along the road grew lively.

Earlier that day, as soon as Zhang Fan left the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, he got a call from Li Yishan, inviting him for some hotpot with dog meat that night.

”What took you so long?”

Zhang Fan had just arrived, and Li Yishan was already cooking, pouring a bowl of meat—thirty percent fat, seventy percent lean—into a boiling, bubbling pot.

”Business here is really booming.”

As Zhang Fan walked in, he saw a long line stretching outside.

”Of course. The boss of this place often does good deeds, builds up virtue, so of course he gets blessed.” Li Yishan said offhandedly.

”Good deeds? What kind of good deeds and virtue?”

Zhang Fan looked at the lamb hanging beside the stall, as well as the bowls of freshly chopped dog meat, and couldn’t help asking.

”The boss sells dog meat, but he loves dogs. So he uses an eight-tael ghost scale—every pound of dog meat sold, he saves two taels of dog...”

”So just ask how many dogs he’s saved over the years.”

”A noble cause!”

”...”

Hearing this, Zhang Fan’s chopsticks froze mid-air; he looked at Li Yishan with a strange expression.

”You’re joking, right?”

”Don’t worry, our table is the real deal—eat up.” Li Yishan explained.

Hearing that, Zhang Fan dug in heartily.

After three rounds of drinks and five rounds of dishes, Zhang Fan set down his chopsticks and looked up at Li Yishan.

”You seem off today.”

Li Yishan was unusually quiet.

”It’s nothing. I heard that woman is back.” Li Yishan swirled his glass and said blandly.

”That woman!?” Zhang Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

He knew anyone Li Yishan referred to as ”that woman” must be his biological mother.

When Li Yishan was just born, his mom ran off with someone else. Two years later, she came back dragging another man—and drove his dad to death.

Zhang Fan rarely heard Li Yishan talk about family, but he knew Li Yishan’s birth mother was also surnamed Li, and still alive.

”She’s not trying to acknowledge you, right?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking.

He hadn’t expected such a dramatic family soap opera to happen to Li Yishan.

”What are you thinking? That woman doesn’t have that kind of feeling... She’s cold-blooded.” Li Yishan shook his head.

”If it weren’t for her being attached to that wild man, I’d have dealt with her long ago.”

As he spoke, a flash of cold light glinted in Li Yishan’s eyes.

Zhang Fan said nothing, and raised his glass for a toast with Li Yishan.

He’d heard before that the man Li Yishan’s mother had brought back was surnamed Zhang, and supposedly was a powerful figure up north.

”So why has she come back?” Zhang Fan asked casually.

”Heard she was seen at the crematorium. Someone must have died in the family.” Li Yishan replied blandly.

”Crematorium?”

”Yeah, outskirts, the Match-3 Puzzle place.”

Li Yishan picked up his glass, shook his head, ”Let’s not talk about such boring people.”

”Bottoms up.”

With that, Zhang Fan raised his glass and both drank together.

...

Late night, Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home.

Director’s office, shrouded in darkness; only one figure sat cross-legged, a long-burning lamp lit in front, illuminating a slightly hunched silhouette.

”How goes your comprehension of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill?”

Just then, a woman’s voice drifted out, eerie and ethereal, echoing with mystery.

”Three Corpses Daoist really was the top master in the world; this thing is worth a lifetime of study.”

In front of the lamp, that hunched figure trembled with excitement.

”As agreed, now it’s time for you to repay me.”

”I understand.”

The hunched figure paused, then nodded, ”I still need a bit more time. Three Corpses Daoist’s memories are enormous; for my Primordial Spirit to comprehend them, the risk is huge. I haven’t found what you want yet.”

”I’ll give you three more days.” The woman’s voice rang out again, cold and unwavering.

”You want the Technique to link to the Human Xiao, is it for the Wuwei Sect?” The hunched figure hesitated and couldn’t help but ask.

”No...” The woman’s voice was musical and pleasant.

”I just want to confirm something.”

”What?” the hunched figure subconsciously asked.

”Is the previous generation’s Human Xiao—that woman—still alive!”

”Li Linglong!”

In the shadowy room, the mysterious woman’s voice drifted down, uttering the name she could not let go of.