Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 341: Chapter 185: Great Demon Black Nightmare! Bai Buran in the Night

Yellow dust and white grass form the path to the grave, ghostly lights flicker like lamps in the night.

Under the chilling moonlight, a wisp of green fire hovers in the air, illuminating the black rat. Its eyes shine with an eerie luster, and its fur glistens with an oily sheen.

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, never having seen such a black rat before. Its body was like a slender dog, and its tail wriggled upright like a snake. The emitted aura was so tangible that it sent a shiver down one’s spine.

Who says it’s good to cultivate in the mountains? Indeed, it’s truly a great demon on earth.

No need to ask further or say more; this black rat must have usurped a body, turned essence into demon, and used a human body for cultivation, merging its primordial spirit with the mysterious. Otherwise, it would not present such an appearance.

What is demonic aura?

This is demonic aura, fierce and dangerous, chilling to the bone, capable of shattering moonlight, and dividing the mountain mist.

By comparison, beings like Su Shiyu and Shi Shougong could only be considered minor demons.

”Deserted Mountain is truly a peculiar place in the city, a demon mountain amidst the mortal world,” Zhang Fan sighed as he stared at the black rat.

”Little ghost, you’ve grown quite a bit since ten years ago.”

The black rat’s whiskers trembled slightly, evidently picking up a scent from Zhang Fan.

”Did I really come here ten years ago?” Zhang Fan remained silent.

At that time, he should have just entered the Great Night of Darkness Tribulation, practiced the Divine Splitting Technique, and his primordial spirit was in silence, the worst state he could be in.

”Deserted Mountain might not see a living person for three or five years, how could I remember wrong?” The black rat’s green eyes turned slightly, measuring Zhang Fan.

”Back then, a man brought you... it should have been your father.”

”It was indeed dad.”

Zhang Fan’s mind stirred, and he couldn’t help but ask, ”Why did he bring me here?”

”What do you do here? Of course, to visit the Observatory Master of the Perfect View.”

The black rat stood on its hind legs like a human and pointed a paw upwards.

”The Observatory Master of the Perfect View? Is there a Daoist temple on this mountain?” Zhang Fan wondered.

He had heard from Jiang Hu that Deserted Mountain was a forbidden place, and usually even cultivators wouldn’t casually go up the mountain. The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance would send people to patrol periodically.

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue had done this task before.

”Laughable, these ten years and you can’t remember?” The black rat squinted slightly, sneering coldly.

”Why did my dad bring me here?” Zhang Fan asked again.

”You’re laughing again. Why your dad brought you here, how would I know? Did you think you could enter the Perfect View Daoist Temple casually?”

The black rat had quite some fortune on Deserted Mountain, having once been enlightened by the Observatory Master of the Perfect View, hence its cultivation.

Even so, the temple was not somewhere it could enter casually.

On the first and fifteenth of each month, knocking three times at the temple gate was already a huge blessing.

”Who is the Observatory Master of the Perfect View?” Zhang Fan asked curiously.

He hadn’t expected that there would be a Daoist temple hidden on Deserted Mountain, and that ten years ago, Zhang Lingzong had even brought him to visit.

”How ridiculous, you don’t even know who the Observatory Master of the Perfect View is? Yet you dare to set foot on Deserted Mountain?”

The black rat squinted, measuring Zhang Fan with increasing displeasure.

”Rat, I...”

”What rat?”

Zhang Fan had just spoken when the black rat replied.

”Daoist once received enlightenment from the Observatory Master of the Perfect View, title is Black Nightmare. You’re the rat, your whole family is rats...” the black rat cursed.

”Black Nightmare!?” Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

”In that case, I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Saying this, Zhang Fan turned to head towards Jifeng Pavilion and Mo Yun, intending to take them away.

He realized that Deserted Mountain was a place of trouble, with deeper waters than he had anticipated.

”Laughable, youngster, these two little ghosts are Grandpa Hei’s supper, and you think you can take them away just like that?”

Just then, Black Nightmare laughed lightly, and its long tail whipped through the air, producing a sonic boom, causing the surrounding mist to retreat by more than ten meters.

”Hmm, were you the one who brought them in?” Zhang Fan halted.

”Laughable, they wandered in on their own, who can they blame?” Black Nightmare sneered coldly.

”Rat...”

Zhang Fan paused momentarily and suddenly spoke.

”What?” Black Nightmare listened to Zhang Fan’s appellation, showing displeasure, and subconsciously asked.

”Laugh at your mother!”

Upon his words, Zhang Fan’s body fluttered like a falling leaf, seemingly merging into the wind. In an instant, he appeared before the black rat, pointing a finger. He drew runes in mid-air, with intricate traces intertwining.

”Mid-air Talisman Painting!?”

The black rat squinted slightly, its primordial spirit observing to see the rolling True Yang spreading in the air like red ink, forming a talisman.

”Demon-locking Talisman!”

Once the talisman formed, it specialized in suppressing the primordial spirits of spirit monsters and ghosts. No matter how fierce and strange, once touched by the talisman, they would immediately fall, locking their primordial spirit within the seven orifices.

”Petty trick, you dare show off!?”

The black rat suddenly shrank its body, akin to an inflated ball. In the next moment, it spat out a mouthful of black energy, bringing a gust of sinister wind that blew away the mid-air painted Demon-locking Talisman.

”What a formidable demon,” Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

It wasn’t that his talisman dao was lacking, quite the opposite. Ever since stepping into the High Skill rank, his techniques had notably improved. Painting talismans in mid-air, forming them in one stroke, many practical talismans he had comprehended and reiterated...

Especially this Demon-locking Talisman, he had practiced countless times in private.

For demons like Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu, a single talisman could suppress them for a lifetime.

But this black rat, with just a breath of demon wind, blew it away.

It wasn’t that Zhang Fan’s talismans were too weak, but that this black rat’s dao practice was too profound.