Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 307: Chapter 172: Qi Delong Dongqiang! The Most Formidable under Heaven, Even Gods Don’t Dare Face Him (Part 2)

No one could tell if the elder brother had absorbed the younger, or the younger brother had absorbed the elder; inside that body, two hearts were hidden, and most importantly, two completely different Primordial Spirits dwelled within.

These were Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang.

”Thoughts swirl and the gate to disaster opens, but incense is the tribulation of the mortal world... Brother, he truly does not know the risk he courts.”

At this very moment, a cold laugh rang out from that body, light and dismissive—it was the younger, Qi Dongqiang.

”Incense is both an Immortal Elixir and a common slaughter-tribulation... so many people’s thoughts are sealed within this incense, yet he dares to risk himself; truly reckless.”

The voice from that body turned exceedingly calm, almost as if it were another person—it was the elder brother, Qi Delong.

Speaking thus, Delong and Dongqiang strode toward the Divine Altar.

”What are you planning?” Liu Xingtui grew wary—he felt Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit growing ever weaker, his Consciousness agitated, as if about to be devoured by that mass of incense.

”Since he’s meddled with the incense, he’s the ready vessel,” Qi Dongqiang sneered.

Incense, wondrous as it was, still condensed the thoughts of all living beings; even a cultivator would not dare touch it lightly. But now things were different: Zhang Fan’s body had become a vessel—a medium—ready at hand. Take him away, and the incense would go with him.

”You’re treating him as a vessel?” Liu Xingyu bit out.

”This vessel surely won’t last long, either,” Qi Delong replied coolly.

Before his words had died, Delong and Dongqiang once again made for the Divine Altar.

”Wait!” Liu Xingtui cried out involuntarily.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure surged up, blasting skyward from within Delong and Dongqiang’s body, resplendent and world-shaking, forcing Liu Xingtui’s and Liu Xingyu’s Primordial Spirits to tremble, almost to the point of collapse.

Their eyes bulged round, as though seeing two giant fish swimming in a pool, long tails lashing up towering waves—so overwhelming, it was as though their very Primordial Spirits were being crushed and shattered.

”Yin and Yang coexist, the Mixed Cave is one!” Liu Xingtui’s face twitched.

This was Laojun Mountain’s supreme Inner Core Technique, named [Yin Yang Mixed Cave Technique]—it combined Yin and Yang, Embracing the One for transformation, glimpsing the mysterious wonders of the Mixed Cave, cultivating the art of Infinite Longevity.

This Inner Core Technique was even above Zhenwu Mountain’s [North and South Sect Origin], but its cultivation was a challenge beyond compare. Traditionally the secret of Laojun Mountain, it was never passed on lightly, for its requirements and comprehension were so high, no one in a century had succeeded.

Buzz...

The Liu Brothers’ Primordial Spirits felt pressed down by overwhelming waves. Their bodies trembled, hearts filled with dread, and before Delong and Dongqiang, they found themselves utterly unable to move.

”For the sake of Zhenwu Mountain’s incense, I’ll shed no needless blood,” Delong and Dongqiang said, voice slow and light; without so much as a glance at them, they strode straight toward Zhang Fan.

To have such a vessel bear the incense was a great blessing and opportunity for them.

With this incense, perhaps their [Primordial Spirit Unification Technique] could reach new heights.

”Gentlemen... That is a treasure of my Wuwei Sect.”

Just then, a graceful voice drifted gently through the hall.

Delong and Dongqiang halted, looking up to see a maiden holding a candle as she stepped into the main hall. Flickering firelight stretched her graceful silhouette into an almost ghostly shadow.

”Rabbit...” Delong and Dongqiang’s eyes darkened, turning around.

”Let me have this vessel,” Lin Jianyue said with a soft, smiling voice. Her gaze swept lightly past Delong and Dongqiang, settling on Zhang Fan.

”He won’t last much longer. If you’ve the ability, take down the two of us before he breaks,” Qi Dongqiang laughed coldly, eyes blazing with provocation.

”As you wish!”

Lin Jianyue nodded, lifting her jade hand. The candle was borne up by invisible force, floating gently down to the floor.

A drop of wax fell, splashing a spark of fire.

”Chaotic God Pill!”

Suddenly, Lin Jianyue’s vermillion lips parted, and a crystalline, translucent elixir flew from her mouth, transforming into grains of vermillion, scattering luxuriously throughout the hall.

The Liu Brothers’ eyes flickered, feeling as if the scene before them was a dream— the whole grand hall spinning.

Whoosh—

In a split instant, Lin Jianyue was like a gust of wind; she was before Delong and Dongqiang, hand sweeping like a blade, her slender nails sharp as knives, driving straight for his chest.

”Disturbing Primordial Spirits... Such tricks mean nothing to us,”

Qi Delong’s voice erupted like sudden thunder. The brothers’ spirits were born harmonized, and since they cultivated [Yin Yang Mixed Cave Technique], they were naturally immune to the [Chaotic God Pill].

A cold, unyielding stare riveted onto Lin Jianyue as a great hand, packed with crushing power, pressed toward her delicate form.

”Magic Sword Pill!”

In that moment, Lin Jianyue’s lips parted again—a vermillion-hued pill shot forth, instantly turning into pure energy, a sword-mote three feet long, swelling with a screech, cleaving straight toward Delong and Dongqiang’s palm.

Within the abdomen, the pill turned to Qi; the Qi roamed, turning into sword-light.

”Exorcism Talisman!”

Almost simultaneously, a brilliant yellow Talisman flashed into being in Delong and Dongqiang’s other hand, its intricate runes twisting like the mouth of an open sack, burning swiftly in his grip.

Buzz...

Suddenly, in the dying firelight, a smoldering gray mist rolled out, like drifting dust, wrapping tightly around the surging blade of Qi, smothering it utterly.

”Explode!”

Lin Jianyue sealed with a single hand, crying out crisply.

Boom—

A blast echoed through the grand hall, terrifying sword-light bursting open, shattering the gray mist, shockwaves hurling both figures apart.

”Medicinal Fire Pill!”

Lin Jianyue, even as her form spun and steadied, flashed out again—a sky-blue pill flowing from her lips, wafting fragrant incense.