Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 286: Chapter 164: Zhang Fan and Hai Pig! Crushing by Hand_2

”...”

”What a businessman.” Zhang Fan curled his lip.

”That’s nothing.” Lin Jianyue shook her head. ”During peak season every year, we even put together teams to go up the mountain dressed as Daoists, pretending to bump into tourists at every intersection...”

”For what?”

”To tell fortunes and sell medicine.” Lin Jianyue’s eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.

”To meet is fate, to see is destiny, Daoists in the mountains refining treasure medicine—only eight hundred to steal a laugh.”

”...”

Zhang Fan was speechless. Truly, in every trade, there are always swindlers.

”Bro, it’s because we met by destiny that I tell you these insider secrets. I’m worried you’ll get scammed—you’d be wise to spread the word.” Lin Jianyue said sweetly.

”Worried I’ll get scammed!?” Zhang Fan looked at the little booklet in his hand, silent.

”Yeah, bro, it’s your first time here, without a guide you’d lose out. Need one?”

Lin Jianyue gazed at Zhang Fan with big, hopeful eyes, her soft tone impossible to refuse.

”I’m good.” Zhang Fan shook his head—he wasn’t here for sightseeing.

”Alright then.”

Lin Jianyue looked a little disappointed, but didn’t push it, stood up, slung her bag, and was about to leave.

”One last question.” Zhang Fan spoke.

”What is it?” Lin Jianyue paused.

”Anywhere to stay near Luoxia Town?”

”Let me give bro a discount.” Lin Jianyue held up three fingers.

Zhang Fan knew the drill, scanned thirty yuan.

”None.”

Lin Jianyue chuckled, pocketed the money, and turned to leave.

”Lin Jianyue...”

Zhang Fan watched her distant figure, lost in thought.

”Master, Daoist Master Zhang, I’m begging you, let me go, my body can’t handle this!”

Just then, Luo Baizhang’s wailing voice came out from Zhang Fan’s pocket again.

Bzzzz...

Zhang Fan reached into his pocket and pulled out Luo Baizhang’s primordial spirit, forcibly detained. In broad daylight, his spirit had been out of his body for too long, yin filth surging, leaving him extremely weak now.

”If Hai Pig hasn’t left, he should be somewhere in town...”

Zhang Fan looked at the primordial spirit in his hand, lips curling upwards.

”I’ve got an idea.”

”Wh-what idea?” Luo Baizhang saw Zhang Fan’s sinister smile, his spirit shuddered, breaking out in a cold sweat.

”Ever gone fishing?”

”Huh!?”

Luo Baizhang froze, hadn’t processed it before Zhang Fan pinched him and stuffed him back into the pocket.

...

Late night. The vast Luoxia Town was dead silent.

Street lamps shaped like lanterns gave off a dim yellow glow. Except for Main Street, everywhere was pitch black.

On the south side of the town square, beneath a huge tree, Luo Baizhang’s primordial spirit was pinned there, face full of terror, letting out muffled, hoarse wails.

By now, he could feel his connection to his physical body growing weaker and weaker.

This is the risk of out-of-body experience—the longer the time, the shorter the distance, the less chance of returning to the body.

Even if released now, with his cultivation, even if he managed to return to his body, he’d probably end up crippled.

”Brother Fan is insane, that Spirit Void Talisman Drawing is next level... Is his talent in talisman arts really that high?”

In the distance, the Liu Brothers hid in the bushes like night cats, eyes locked on Luo Baizhang’s pinned primordial spirit under the tree.

Thinking back to Zhang Fan’s technique just now, Liu Xingyu couldn’t help but sigh.

Nail God Talisman—this kind of talisman can pin down primordial spirits like a nail, especially when performed with Spirit Void Drawing, leaving no trace and even more effective.

Of course, aside from the Three Mountains Talisman Dao, only mountain sects like Zhenwu Mountain and Zhongnan Mountain have this kind of inheritance.

”Didn’t you hear what that woman said last time?” Liu Xingtui whispered, his mind recalling the night Li Linglang attacked.

”Hear what?”

”Brother Fan cultivates the Divine Demon Holy Embryo. Legend says, by training in this technique, your primordial spirit becomes so strong, any Daoist skill is mastered in a flash.” Liu Xingtui said solemnly.

”Divine Demon Holy Embryo... that’s one of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods. Brother Fan really mastered it? But I heard, twenty-plus years ago, someone...” Liu Xingyu couldn’t help but say.

”Stop talking nonsense.”

Liu Xingtui shot his foolish brother a look, cutting him off.

”Don’t guess randomly, don’t ask around...” Liu Xingtui warned in a low voice.

Regardless of whether Zhang Fan really cultivated Divine Demon Holy Embryo, or what his real identity was, one thing he knew for sure: following Zhang Fan had more future than following Meng Qingtong ever did.

A person’s life—true good fortune only comes once or twice.

Maybe Zhang Fan was that one or two big chances for the Liu brothers.

”Bro, I get it: talk less, do more.” Liu Xingyu pouted, glancing toward the big locust tree in the distance.

The ripples emitting from Luo Baizhang’s spirit spread outward, his energy leaking uncontrollably away.

”Bro, will this really bait Hai Pig out?” Liu Xingyu couldn’t help but ask.

They’d been hiding here getting eaten alive by mosquitoes for three hours, it was already late at night and still nothing—seemed like a waste of time.

”Hard to say.” Liu Xingtui shook his head.

Anyone has obsessions, things they can’t let go.

As for Hai Pig, his biggest obsession was gluttony. If he was still in Luoxia Town, there’s no way he’d pass up this feast.

After all, Luo Baizhang is a cultivator—his primordial spirit is way tastier than an ordinary human’s.

”Bro, if we keep waiting...”

Liu Xingyu glanced at the sky, stifled a yawn.

But before he finished, Liu Xingtui whacked him in the mouth, shutting him up.

Thunk... thunk... thunk...

Just then, crisp footsteps echoed out of the darkness, the Liu brothers immediately silenced, looking up.

In hazy moonlight, a stately woman stepped out of the night, black high heels, black thigh-highs, scarlet lips, mesmerizing eyes—impossibly seductive.

”Tsk tsk tsk, what a delicious smell, I can catch the aroma from way over there.”

Then the woman spoke—and it was a deep, magnetic man’s voice.

He licked his lips, black eyes shining with something hungry and greedy.

”Save... save me... Master Hai Pig...”

Under the locust tree, Luo Baizhang’s spirit saw who arrived, clung like a lifeline, shouting desperately.

”He’s here.”

Liu Xingtui and Liu Xingyu looked at each other, faces changing, breath suddenly heavy.

Because arriving now was one of Wuwei Sect’s Thirteen Zodiacs...

Hai Pig King Tao!!!

”Luo Baizhang, you’re a damned fool—gave yourself away, and even tried to sell me out.”

Hai Pig stopped, watched Luo Baizhang’s primordial spirit from afar, wicked amusement on his pretty face, then his gaze swept into the darkness.

”Show yourself, let me see just who’s fishing with me as bait.”

Hai Pig’s lips curled slyly, as if he’d already seen through it, confident and in control of everything.

Because he was Hai Pig—one of the Thirteen Zodiacs.

”No wonder you’re one of the Thirteen Zodiacs—know it’s a trap and you still showed up.”

At that moment, a leisurely voice came floating out of the darkness.

Wang Tao’s eyes narrowed, then he sneered: ”Buy one get one free—why not come? And you are...”

Before the words finished, the figure hiding in the dark slowly emerged, a familiar face revealed to Hai Pig.

”Hai Pig, long time no see.”

”Zhang Fan!?” Wang Tao was stunned, looked around suspiciously, and asked, ”Just you?”

”Jiang Lai’s in your hands?” Zhang Fan didn’t answer, but spoke in a low voice.

”So you’re here for that little girl.” Wang Tao gave a mocking laugh, eyes full of ridicule. ”Came to get buried with her, huh?”

”This time, if Bai Buran didn’t come with you, there’s nobody who can save you.”

As he spoke, Wang Tao glanced around, wary. Clearly he didn’t think much of Zhang Fan—after all, in previous fights, facing Zhang Fan, he was almost playing games.

What Wang Tao really worried about was a hidden master like Bai Buran lurking in the dark.

”Hai Pig, ever heard this saying?” Zhang Fan’s voice was low and steady.

”What?” Wang Tao reflexively replied.

”Three days apart...”

Before the words faded, Zhang Fan crooked his finger, Luo Baizhang’s spirit fell into his palm.

”Daoist Master Zhang, can you ple—”

BOOM!

Zhang Fan clenched his fingers, an overwhelming force crushed Luo Baizhang instantly—he couldn’t even shriek as his spirit exploded, the ripples thundered out like a hurricane, shaking everything.

Wang Tao couldn’t help but twitch at the sight, looking up at Zhang Fan as if he didn’t recognize him at all!!