Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Qi Ji remained unfazed, but Mo Yun viciously stomped on his foot, signaling him not to speak recklessly.

After all, these two were Qi Ji’s friends, and he had to save face.

”A new seedling from Maoshan, it seems they’re quite talented for you to personally guide them.” Jiang Hu scrutinized them and softly murmured.

”No matter how talented, one still needs to hone their skills.” Qi Ji chuckled lightly.

”Senior brother, let’s begin.”

Jifeng Pavilion interrupted, directly cutting off their conversation, finding Jiang Hu’s words rather grating.

Seedling? A discarded disciple of Maoshan? Probably doesn’t even know the high level of Daoist Skill in the mountains and yet dares to criticize him!?

”Alright!”

”Light the lamp to guide the way, a hundred ghosts walk the night!”

Qi Ji chanted as a Talisman ignited in his hand, ghostly blue smoke rising and slowly spreading.

Ghost-Attracting Talisman.

Once this talisman appears, the wandering souls and fierce ghosts are like sharks smelling blood, flocking towards it.

In ancient times, some people with ill intentions sought this Talisman and pasted it on the doors of their enemies, leading to ghosts knocking every night and their homes losing peace.

Whoosh...

The night wind raged stronger, chilling to the bone, making hair stand on end.

Ordinary souls disperse after forty-nine days, while those able to gather dark energy and eventually learn cultivation methods are fierce ghosts; encountering such spirits usually bodes ill for regular people.

Some fierce ghosts, after many years, become demons and evil spirits, endangering the mortal world.

Thus, disciples from various Daoist Sect descend the mountains periodically to restore peace to the world.

Amidst the exaggerated wind noises came strange cries, neither quite human nor beast, ghostly cries distinct from humans, residing in the space between human and beast.

If ordinary people hear such sounds, most would develop mental illnesses, due to their Primordial Spirit being harmed.

At this moment, if observed through Primordial Spirit Observation, one would find elusive figures converging from all directions, male, female, old, young, ever-changing.

Humans have faces, ghosts have myriad appearances, their external forms are undefined.

”Let me go first.”

Jifeng Pavilion volunteered confidently.

He stepped forward, intentionally glancing at Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu, then skillfully performed Sealing with both hands and released a brilliant yellow Talisman outlined with vermillion ink; truly the profound Talisman Dao.

”Radiant brilliance, shadowy night. With this Talisman, enter my path. Red light guiding, phantom to ash...”

Jifeng Pavilion chanted as the Talisman burned out, transforming into a blazing red light, floating like a lamp, and wherever it shone, caused the fierce ghosts to ignite and emit wailing cries.

Red Lamp Talisman, a Maoshan’s Six Character Talisman, the rune combining six characters, in Jifeng Pavilion’s hands, manipulated with ease; his skill at this age in Talisman Dao is indeed a testament to his talent.

Whoosh...

In an instant, fierce ghosts within a five-meter radius were illuminated by the red lamp and turned to ashes, while those further away growled harshly, hesitant to advance.

Ordinary fierce ghosts lack any intellect, acting only on instinct, viewing the four as pure Yang Qi blood meals.

Whoosh...

After five minutes, the strength of the red lamp Talisman finally waned.

”Not bad.” Qi Ji nodded approvingly.

Generally, even with mastery of the Red Lamp Talisman, lasting two or three minutes is quite impressive, Jifeng Pavilion’s first mountain descent actual combat ended as such - an extraordinary innate gift indeed.

”Would you like to try?”

At this moment, Jifeng Pavilion turned around, surveying Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan, before settling his gaze on Zhang Fan.

After all, Jiang Hu spent time cultivating at Maoshan, his foundation should be steady.

As for the friend’s friend, who came with Maoshan’s reputation, naturally one must test his caliber.

Speaking with a warm smile to encourage: ”Don’t be afraid, they’re just some ghosts after all...”

Evidently considering Zhang Fan an inexperienced novice.

”Zhang Fan...” Qi Ji wanted to intervene.

”You’re right, humans are living ghosts, ghosts are dead people... there’s nothing to fear.”

Zhang Fan nodded, slowly stepping out in front of everyone.

Jifeng Pavilion was taken aback, not having time to chew on Zhang Fan’s words, watched the latter’s performance with intrigue.

”You walked too far, come closer, or we won’t reach you if something happens.”

Having walked over twenty steps, Zhang Fan hadn’t stopped. Jifeng Pavilion frowned, the distance exceeding the Red Lamp Talisman’s coverage.

With his current cultivation, the Red Lamp Talisman covers only about five meters, any further, he can’t protect.

”It’s alright, if needed, I’ll call out.” Zhang Fan didn’t turn his head, softly spoke.

Hearing this, Jifeng Pavilion couldn’t help but laugh: ”Don’t stray...”

Rumble...

Before the words finished, an overwhelming aura surged from Zhang Fan’s body, the intense turmoil wiping away Jifeng Pavilion’s smile.

In that moment, everyone’s expressions shifted, even Jiang Hu’s eyes revealed terror, their Primordial Spirits trembled, vision blurring...

In sight, Zhang Fan seemed like a radiant lamp, glowing fiercely, dazzling brightly.

The terrifying surge, the intense brilliance spread outward...

Five meters...

Ten meters...

A hundred meters...

Three hundred meters...

Five hundred meters...

A thousand meters...

”Zhang Fan? Is this Zhang Fan?” Qi Ji widened his eyes in disbelief.

At this moment, Zhang Fan and the Zhang Fan from the Shen Family were worlds apart.

”This... this...”

Jifeng Pavilion struggled to look up, the moonlight itself dimmed beneath Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit’s brilliance, eerie sounds echoed in the desolate wilderness, unsettling and chilling, like the screeching of night owls, akin to hundred ghosts in horror.

”Ghost Night Cry!!?”