Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 292: Chapter 167: Farewell, Lin Jianyue! Thirteen Zodiacs, Rabbit

Early morning, the sky just barely lightening.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on his bed, raising his head three feet, his Primordial Spirit floating overhead, True Flame surging all around him, radiating golden brilliance, birthing a golden lotus that slowly unfurled, cradling the Primordial Spirit at its center.

Lotus Born in the Fire House!!!

This Daoist Skill holds no trace of offensiveness; its sole purpose is to ”transform destruction into life, restore the Primordial Spirit.” That day, Zhang Fan’s spirit transformed into True Incense, burned the Descent of Profound Truth, relying on this Skill to be reborn by reversal, stepping into High Rank.

The battle against Hai Pig brought Zhang Fan remarkable gains.

Daoists’ magical combat, at its root, is a contest of Primordial Spirits—especially facing a master like Hai Pig, the drain is anything but slight.

Yet, relying on ”Lotus Born in the Fire House,” in just one night, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to its original state, even growing much stronger.

”This is truly a marvelous Technique.”

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to its acupoint, as he slowly opened his eyes; the more he meditated, the deeper he realized the wondrous subtlety of ”Lotus Born in the Fire House.”

He had previously cultivated ”Divine Demon Holy Embryo;” though now his Primordial Spirit was incomplete, it was still stronger than most.

In ordinary magical combat, the drain on the Primordial Spirit is almost negligible.

But Hai Pig is no ordinary master; his ”Greed Eating Transformation Technique” devours both Magic and Primordial Spirit...

Last night’s duel, Zhang Fan could distinctly sense—each time the foe devoured his magic, his own Primordial Spirit was pulled by a force, with slivers of power worn away, like wine filtered through a sieve: separated, refined, siphoned along the stream of power, consumed by the adversary.

After the fight, Zhang Fan was left utterly fatigued.

Yet using ”Lotus Born in the Fire House,” he could quickly recover the loss, even make up for the depletion from awakening the Samadhi True Flame earlier.

If my fate is truly in my hands, only then can I plant the golden lotus amid the fire.

This is the very epitome of reversal—a method for cultivating against the celestial norm.

Zhang Fan had barely scratched the surface, yet already glimpsed the extraordinary depth of this Skill.

One must know: Primordial Spirit is born innate, supremely subtle, and countless Daoist Skills consume it heavily; for example, Hai Pig’s ”Greed Eating Transformation Technique” requires vast amounts of Primordial Spirit Power, devouring an opponent’s magic, converting it for his own use.

Thus, he must continually refine and nourish the Primordial Spirit, making up for deficiencies, restoring himself.

If Hai Pig could master ”Lotus Born in the Fire House,” his ”Greed Eating Transformation Technique” would be truly flawless, leaving no weakness at all.

Another example: among the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, ”Vacuum Refining Form”—it is rumored that to cultivate this, all must become empty, the corporeal form annihilated, even the Primordial Spirit emptied... until void generates profound being, all arising naturally.

Primordial Spirit emptied—not death, not absence, but seeming existence yet not, seeming nonexistence yet not... at last, leveraging the subtlety of void, reverse-birth into life.

This subtlety echoes ”Lotus Born in the Fire House” somewhat.

”Void Generating Profound Being... I’ve heard this is a major difficulty when cultivating ’Vacuum Refining Form’: annihilate the corporeal shell, Primordial Spirit silenced in emptiness, finally reborn naturally from the void...” Zhang Fan murmured softly.

He’d heard from Liu Fusheng: the Nine Great Inner Core Techniques, all are extremely difficult, with barrier upon barrier.

Divine Demon Holy Embryo faces the Great Night of Darkness, Vacuum Refining Form the Difficulty of Rebirth from Annihilation. Many who have emptied out simply cannot return from the void to life—thus all comes to emptiness.

Void—this is the secret of the Skill, and its greatest tribulation.

Compared to ”Void Generating Profound Being,” Zhang Fan’s ”Lotus Born in the Fire House” is like a lesser witch before a greater one—by no means comparable.

But for Zhang Fan, at this moment, this Skill is one of his trump cards. How many would covet it! For those of High Skill, it is a tremendous attraction.

”Lotus Born in the Fire House can restore the Primordial Spirit—could it possibly...”

A strange thought arose in Zhang Fan’s heart: his Primordial Spirit was incomplete, lacking the Evil Spirit. If ”Lotus Born in the Fire House” can recover the Primordial Spirit, could it supplement the missing Evil Spirit portion!?

After pondering, Zhang Fan shook his head and abandoned the idea.

Evil Spirit is something he split away through the ”Great Divinity Separation Technique,” which itself derives from ”Three Corpses Illuminating Fate”—how could ”Lotus Born in the Fire House” restore it!?

Moreover, the unity of three is more than power alone; it touches the mysteries of the innate.

”He should still be in Dongshan Province.”

Zhang Fan recalled battling Evil Spirit in his mind; only seven days remain before the Imprisoned Immortal Temple opens...

In these seven days, Zhang Fan plans to use ”Lotus Born in the Fire House” to stir his Primordial Spirit, to see if he can trace Evil Spirit’s whereabouts.

Leaving the hotel, the morning town lay in deep quiet.

”Brother Fan, morning...”

The Liu Brothers had risen early too; they cultivate the Fire Refining Technique, gathering the newborn ray of sunlight—that’s vital for fire cultivation, so every day before dawn, they rise.

”I’m heading to Luoxia Mountain; you two stay in town and keep an eye out for any suspicious people,” Zhang Fan instructed.

”Understood.”

Saying this, Zhang Fan ventured out alone toward Luoxia Mountain.

This mountain is only a dozen minutes away from the town—by tourist bus, barely five.

In peak season, crowds hike for the sunset, seek out the dawn; couples make up the masses, some are mountaineers, and the mountain sports rental tents, shops set up for hikers.

”This mountain is fairly small.”

Walking the trail, eyeing the terrain, Zhang Fan thought—compared to Zhenwu Mountain, this is little more than a mound; hard to imagine the Three Corpses Daoist established a Daoist Temple here.

”Imprisoned Immortal Temple... I’ll see for myself what sort of temple the Three Corpses Daoist built.” Zhang Fan muttered solemnly.