Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 265: Chapter 155: Primordial Spirit Drinks Wine—The More You Drink, the More You Have! My Name Is Li Linglang_2

”Now my strength can already rival that of a High Skill expert, but unfortunately I haven’t reached the realm yet...” Zhang Fan sighed.

He knew he was uniquely gifted. Because he had once cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, and had the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family’s Dharma Seal to boost him, only then did he possess the combat power of the High Skill rank. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to fully unleash the true power of the Fire Dragon Pill Sword.

After all, this is a Daoist Great Skill comparable to the Five Thunders Righteous Method.

If Zhang Fan could smoothly advance to High Skill, allow his Primordial Spirit to transform, and True Yang to liquefy, his strength would take a significant leap.

”If I nurture my Pill Fire well, it could even evolve.” Zhang Fan mused.

Both Fire Dragon Pill Sword and Five Thunders Righteous Method can only be considered Minor Achievement Skills among Daoist Great Skills.

If Zhang Fan wants to go further, he has to nurture fire—either break through his current realm, let his True Yang liquidate, and make his Pill Fire transcend and transform—

Or, like Liu Xingyu, rely on the External Core Skill, using Great Medicine and Exotic Treasures to refine and nurture the Pill Fire.

”Actually, my strongest card is still that Daoist Divine Technique.”

Zhang Fan raised his hand and dissipated the firelight in his palm.

His greatest trump card is the Daoist Divine Technique: Samadhi True Flame. However, the starting point of his awakened divine technique is too high. Without reaching High Skill, he doesn’t even dare to try it.

Unlike Meng Qingtong’s Rejuvenation, which has virtually no requirement for realm—even the older you are, the greater the effect of the awakened technique.

Besides that, Wuma Wuqilu’s All Things as Talisman, which counts as high-level among many Daoist Divine Techniques, but as long as your Talisman Cultivation is enough, you can use it; realm doesn’t affect it and, at the very least, won’t cause self-harm.

But Zhang Fan’s Samadhi True Flame is different. It’s pure mass destruction divine technique—if you lose control, you’re likely to hurt yourself.

Back then, when he first awakened at Zhenwu Mountain, he was dunking and draining HP at the same time—his health bar nearly bottomed out. Only lately, as his cultivation soared, did he pull himself back up.

Daoist Divine Techniques also have gradations of strength.

The Samadhi True Flame that Zhang Fan awakened is considered fierce among many Daoist Divine Techniques.

”The urgent thing now is to advance to High Skill...” Zhang Fan exhaled a long breath.

For him, the High Skill rank is a hurdle. Because he cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, his Primordial Spirit is extraordinary—ordinary Returning to Life methods are useless for him.

At present, he only has two paths left: either find the half-stick of Ten Thousand True Incense left behind by Three Corpses Daoist back in the day; maybe, with it, he can transform his Primordial Spirit, liquidate his True Yang, and succeed in advancing—

Or, decipher the Killing to Life method that Li Linglong left behind: growing a lotus in the fire, facing death to find rebirth, and there’s hope for promotion too.

”No need to rush. I’ve had things go too smoothly for too long. Now that I’ve hit a bottleneck, my mental state’s a little off balance. That’s normal, but also a big taboo.”

Zhang Fan calmed his restless consciousness and quickly steadied his emotions.

Although his situation is unique—whether it’s Mom and Dad’s history or Jiang Lai’s background—any of it could become a fuse for disaster, at least, for now, he’s safe in Yujing City.

On one hand, he has Zhenwu Mountain as insurance; on the other, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance gives cover. Plus, his relationships with Xiong Ba of the Xiong Family and Wang Xuangang of the Wang Family are pretty good—both outstanding talents of the two big clans.

Besides that, Night is not bright is also his backer. In secret, he also has Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu—those two demons—add in the Liu Brothers...

Now, the power Zhang Fan has at his disposal is nothing like back when he’d just come down from the mountain. Yujing City is his home ground—at least, for now, it’s safe—and he has enough time and space to break through.

”Those Liu brothers still need a bit of a shake-up.” Zhang Fan mused.

The Liu Brothers and Shi Shougong, Su Shiyu are in similar situations. Both have nowhere else to go, so they can only depend on this camp. Even so, Zhang Fan still needs to tame them a little.

...

The following evening.

Just off work, Zhang Fan called the Liu Brothers out.

Old Nine Hot Pot House.

The run-down restaurant didn’t have a trace of ghostly figures, the dim lights and greasy tables and chairs...made Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingtui both start to doubt if this was even a place to eat.

”Don’t judge the place by its size—the grilled meat here is absolutely top-notch.”

Ever since Xiong Sanqi brought Zhang Fan here, it’s pretty much become his private hangout; every few days he drops by again.

”Master Jiu, the usual.” Zhang Fan called.

Master Jiu squinted, glanced at the Liu Brothers, then went straight to the kitchen.

No menu here, just endless repeats of grilled meat, but the flavor is special—even more so with Master Jiu’s family-secret sauce—totally different from any other grill shop outside.

Sure enough: fresh, glistening meat, three parts fat to seven parts lean, sizzling on the iron pan; as it heats up, the fat melts and the aroma blasts straight up to your celestial spirit...

The Liu Brothers’ eyes lit right up.

Liu Xingyu picked up a piece of meat, dunked it in the sauce, and popped it straight into his mouth. Liu Xingtui was a bit more proper, wrapping it in lettuce, dipping it in sauce, eating with relish.

”What meat is this? Smells amazing,” Liu Xingtui couldn’t help asking.

”Don’t worry about what kind of meat it is—as long as it’s not human, it’s fine.”

Liu Xingyu seemed to have unlocked his taste buds—he’d never felt so hungry—wolfing down everything left, cleaning the iron pan in no time.

”Brother Fan, sorry about that.”

”No worries—if it’s not enough, we’ll order more.” Zhang Fan chuckled, and put another plate of meat on to sizzle.