Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The clear blue sky and bright sun were suddenly overshadowed by dark clouds.

On a cold and clear street, a strong wind whipped, making a Daoist robe flutter noisily.

Zhang Fan was in a daze, watching the approaching Daoist from afar, his figure was gaunt and appeared incongruous under the large Daoist robe. His aura was even more peculiar, with the surrounding air seemingly twisting.

Li Chengge, looking at the newcomer, couldn’t help but let his hand resting on Zhang Fan’s shoulder tremble.

Zhang Fan’s curiosity deepened, wondering who the newcomer was to cause even the Lao Mountain Sect Leader to lose his composure.

”Ming Shenshou!”

Li Chengge’s expression was solemn as he uttered a name Zhang Fan had never heard before.

”Sect Leader Li, your memory is impressive, remembering me.”

The gaunt Daoist in the wide robe grinned lightly, his demeanor wild and unrestrained.

”Of course, I remember you...”

”Lord of the Red Palace, Ming Shenshou!”

Li Chengge’s eyes didn’t blink for a moment, staring fixedly at the other as if facing a formidable enemy.

”Old acquaintances reunited, and now you’ve become the leader of a sect.” Ming Shenshou said softly, his face always maintaining an inexplicable smile.

”The last time we met was in the Wuwei Sect...”

”Speaking of which, you’re the only secret spy in the Daoist Sect in the last thirty years to infiltrate the Wuwei Sect’s grounds, remarkable.”

Ming Shenshou’s praise made Zhang Fan involuntarily look at the Li Chengge beside him.

With just one sentence, a wealth of information was revealed. The Daoist before them, named Ming Shenshou, should be a master from the Wuwei Sect, formidable enough to make even the dignified Lao Mountain Sect Leader wary.

Besides, in his youth, Li Chengge had been a secret spy penetrating the Wuwei Sect.

Though the Daoist Sect and the Wuwei Sect had been feuding for years with intensive infiltration on both sides, no one had ever discovered the location of the Wuwei Sect’s grounds even after all these years.

Li Chengge had actually entered the Wuwei Sect’s grounds, which served as its foundation, truly incredible.

No wonder he could become the Lao Mountain Sect Leader, perhaps due to the contributions of those years.

”Ming Shenshou, what are you doing here?”

”You should know, Three Corpses Daoist and Transcendent Zhenren had an agreement, the Wuwei Sect was not to...” Li Chengge said earnestly.

More than sixty years ago, Chu Chaoran had an agreement with the Three Corpses Daoist that the Wuwei Sect could only remain in seclusion, preserving a flicker of incense, and their disciples were not to contend with the Daoist Sect, nor recklessly refine and nourish the Primordial Spirit in the mortal world.

Because of this agreement, after the Dongyue Magical Combat, the world enjoyed sixty years of peace, and the Wuwei Sect had been keeping a low profile, rarely appearing in the world.

But over the years, the Wuwei Sect seemed to show signs of resurgence, and now, even the Lord of the Red Palace had emerged.

”Sixty years have passed, the agreement has expired.”

Ming Shenshou grinned lightly, his eerie gaze falling on Zhang Fan beside him.

”Samadhi True Flame, the commotion a few days ago was caused by this little kid?”

While speaking, Ming Shenshou sniffed, seemingly tracking Zhang Fan’s scent, showing an expression of satisfaction.

”There’s still a lingering taste, it wasn’t in vain that I came all this way.”

”It’s a pity though, Samadhi True Flame is wasted on such a kid, it can’t fully exert the power of this divine technique.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, showing a look of astonishment.

It had been several days since the magical combat with Li Changgeng, yet this Daoist could smell the Samadhi True Flame from his body!?

Whoosh...

At almost the same moment, Li Chengge instinctively reached out, shielding Zhang Fan behind him, his cold gaze fixed tightly on the front.

This slight movement seemed to challenge the other’s authority, and the smile on Ming Shenshou’s face gradually disappeared.

”Sect Leader Li, our reminiscence ends here, hand that kid over to me.”

”You think I’m dead?” Li Chengge said in a deep voice.

”Then become a dead man.” Ming Shenshou replied faintly.

Rumble...

Before the words had finished, a terrifying aura soared from Li Chengge, and in an instant, blazing flames surrounded him, the terrifying waves of flame directly flinging Zhang Fan away.

”Is this also Daoist True Flame?”

Zhang Fan tumbled to the ground, eyes wide, and through his distorted vision, Li Chengge’s figure was engulfed in the roaring true flame, or perhaps it could be said, he seemed to have become part of the flame...

The intense true flame grew fiercer, and the next moment, it surged like a raging tide, instantly filling the entire street, rushing towards Ming Shenshou.

The roaring true flame, like a flood, this spectacle was much grander and more terrifying than Zhang Fan’s Fire Dragon Pill Sword.

Flames reached to the sky, the scene was a sea of fire.

This spectacle stunned Zhang Fan’s breath, the air around him seemed to be consumed by the blazing sea of fire.

”Is this the power of the Lao Mountain Sect Leader?” Zhang Fan watched, his eyes twitching.

After reaching the High Skill rank, he had self-assuredly achieved great success in Dao practice, especially after the battle with Li Changgeng, his confidence soared.

But now, compared to the Daoist skill of Li Chengge that could change the color of clouds and wind, his minor Dao practice was insignificant.

Zhang Fan knew that he still had a long way to go.

”Lao Mountain Great Flowing Flame!”

Amid the sky-filling sea of fire, Ming Shenshou stood unmoved. Suddenly, he swung his sleeve fiercely, the sleeve opened wide like a bag.

The surging true flame rushed into the sleeve rapidly, each inch that entered vanished, until at last, the sea of fire capable of engulfing the entire street disappeared entirely.

”Daoist Divine Technique, Sleeve Universe!?”