Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 283: Chapter 163: Immortal Embraces the Rosy Clouds on This Mountain! Three Corpses Daoist and the Imprisoned Immortal Temple

Li Changgeng, successor of the Shangjing White Crane Temple, kept his fame hidden, so low-key that he seemed as a divine dragon lurking in shadow, pursuing the Great Dao without a name.

Only in recent years have rumors begun to circulate among the upper echelons of the Daoist Sect, that this successor from the White Crane Temple is uniquely favored by heaven, a once-in-a-century prodigy, who has actually mastered one of the legendary Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods: [Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune]. His talent rivals that of Three Corpses Daoist and Chu Chaoran back in their day.

To be compared to these two towering figures in Daoist history is already the highest possible praise.

Yet regarding this successor, no one has truly seen him; White Crane Temple protects him so tightly that even his very existence, his true strength... all of it remains a mystery.

However, at this moment, Zhang Fan’s various displays have forced Wei Qingsong to associate him with this mysterious Li Changgeng.

Especially on the high-speed rail, where that terrifying Primordial Spirit he revealed devoured and shattered Lao Mountain’s [White Bone Divine Descent Skill] with a single breath...

”Appearance and Spirit Divergence comes from [Grand Sect Law]; unless one is a direct disciple of White Crane Temple, they will not receive the true transmission. His mastery is truly consummate.” Wei Qingsong murmured, eyes shining with keen intelligence.

Just by this art alone, he is undoubtedly a disciple of White Crane Temple. Coupled with such frightening cultivation, and most of all, being so young...

All these clues converged and tangled in Wei Qingsong’s mind, finally closing in on the truth.

”He is Li Changgeng.” Wei Qingsong clenched his fists, feeling a surge of excitement.

Although he could not be absolutely certain, based on all these signs, he was more than eighty percent sure.

Li Changgeng, just as the rumors said, possessed an extraordinary and terrifying talent.

As time goes by, in a few decades, White Crane Temple is certain to fall into his hands. Then, he would command half of the Daoist Sect, lead all Daoists under heaven, no different from the current White Crane Observatory Master, Jiang Wansui.

Jiang Wansui, known among Daoists as [Ten Thousand Years of Mountains and Rivers], were it not for Zhenwu Mountain’s Chu Chaoran, he might well be the current number one of Daoist Sect, truly embodying the realm of Daoist mountains and rivers.

In this new era, Li Changgeng is highly likely to become the next [Ten Thousand Years of Mountains and Rivers], but in this world, there will never be another Chu Chaoran.

”A great opportunity!”

Thinking this, Wei Qingsong clenched his fists tighter, his breath growing heavier.

In a hundred years of life, there are perhaps only one or two real opportunities to change fate. To seize it means to soar skyward; to miss it means to be buried among the crowd.

”Whew...”

Wei Qingsong let out a long breath; at a moment like this, he instead grew calmer, knowing that faced with such fortune, hot-headedness would only ruin everything.

At this moment, he admired his own unfathomable wisdom even more.

”Junior brother... help me... save me... he’s gone mad, he actually dared to strike at the Lao Mountain Daoist School...”

Just then, a frantic cry pulled Wei Qingsong back to reality.

Luo Baizhang had recovered from his earlier frenzy, a look of clarity on his face, with terror hidden in his eyes.

He stared at Wei Qingsong, as though clinging to his last hope of survival.

”How dare you!”

Suddenly, Wei Qingsong slammed the table hard, glaring furiously, eyes fixed on Luo Baizhang.

”Junior brother, he’s over there. What are you looking at?” Luo Baizhang was stunned.

”Luo Baizhang, how come I never noticed before, you’re nothing but a demon wearing human skin, sanctimonious yet unworthy to be master of a school...” Wei Qingsong’s brows knitted coldly as he rebuked him sternly.

Luo Baizhang’s eyes widened; he was dumbfounded.

”Junior brother, what’s wrong with you...”

”Shut up! Who’s your junior brother!?”

Wei Qingsong roared, startling the Liu Brothers nearby.

”You are the scum of Lao Mountain, a disgrace to the Daoist Sect, colluding with the Wuwei Demon, your crime deserves death!”

With that accusation, Luo Baizhang’s expression became truly remarkable. He stared blankly at Wei Qingsong, feeling that the junior brother he’d known for over a decade suddenly seemed a total stranger, as if he’d turned into someone else.

Such unwavering righteousness, such words of moral indignation—he’d never seen it before.

”You’re quite close to Wang Tao, even taught you the method of refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit.”

Just then, Zhang Fan spoke, his icy gaze locking onto Luo Baizhang.

”Wa... Wang Tao? Who is that?” Luo Baizhang’s face was blank, glancing at Zhang Fan, his eyes filled with deep fear and wariness.

”It’s Hai Pig. You don’t even know his name?” Zhang Fan sneered.

In Hai Pig’s eyes, this Liu Mountain Daoist Master was nothing but a pawn, not worthy of knowing his real name.

”Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit!? Luo Baizhang, you’re courting death.” Wei Qingsong’s expression shifted slightly.

Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit is the greatest taboo of the Daoist Sect, and the biggest trait of the Wuwei Demon.

Because of this, Daoist Sect has launched a total of nine [Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples] throughout history, all to eradicate the Wuwei Demon and put an end to the refining and nourishing of Primordial Spirit.

Wei Qingsong couldn’t have expected Luo Baizhang to be this deeply involved. No wonder, despite his mediocre aptitude, his cultivation had advanced so rapidly these years—even mastering Daoist Skills like [White Bone Divine Descent Skill].

”You... you know everything...”

Luo Baizhang’s voice trembled, his gaze at Zhang Fan filled with terror, memory of what had just happened surfacing.

”You... you invaded my Primordial Spirit, you... what on earth are you? You’re not one of those Night is not bright people...”

Luo Baizhang’s face was deathly pale, paper-like. He didn’t believe that anyone with such means would work as an employee in some dump like Night is not bright for no reason.

”I don’t believe it either.” Wei Qingsong muttered silently in his heart.

”You sold Jiang Lai to Hai Pig!” Murderous intent flashed deeply in Zhang Fan’s eyes.