Starting Cultivation During a Trip

”Seen a bit...”

In fact, Zhang Fan hadn’t read the original novel; he had only watched the TV series.

”This novel is really interesting, worth flipping through... There’s a magical treasure in it called the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, it’s truly powerful. With just one cover, nine fire dragons fly together and turn Lady Shiji to ash.” Feng Ping’an vividly described, as if still immersed in the underwater scene, unable to extricate himself.

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield he mentioned is the magical treasure of [Taiyi Zhenren] from the Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave.

Taiyi Zhenren’s prototype is also the legendary Taiyi Celestial Venerable of Salvation, whose nine-headed lion was his mount in the Journey to the West.

In The Investiture of the Gods, Taiyi Zhenren is a disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, one of the twelve Golden Immortals of the Yu Xu Palace, and the renowned master of Nezha, the famous Three Altars Sea Assembly Great God, known for protecting his own throughout the entire Investiture of the Gods.

In the book, Nezha caused trouble in the East Sea, and the Dragon King of the East Sea complained to the Celestial Court. Taiyi Zhenren actually taught his disciple to go up to confront the Dragon King of the East Sea, and gave the old Dragon King a thorough beating.

Nezha shot and accidentally killed the disciple of Lady Shiji at the Chentang Pass, and when the latter came seeking revenge, Nezha was no match and ran to Taiyi Zhenren. This pair of master and disciple dragged Lady Shiji into a cave and slaughtered her.

At that time, Taiyi Zhenren used the [Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield] to silence the victim, leaving not even ashes, earning the title of the top protector in The Investiture of the Gods.

”Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield... It’s really a great treasure, just like when we make pancakes. If one stove isn’t enough, I’ll set up another one, burning nine stoves together. Even a metal pancake can be made...” Feng Ping’an murmured with a grin.

”Nine stoves...”

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, freezing him in place.

”That’s right, quantitative change causes qualitative change...”

His [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], in terms of Minor Achievement Skill, was indeed top-notch, very difficult to enhance...

But if he couldn’t improve the quality of the True Flame, then he would improve the quantity.

With Zhang Fan’s current cultivation, if exerted fully, he could condense a Pill Fire, similar to a small dragon’s True Flame, or like Sword Qi emitting Spiritual Light, known as the so-called ”Fire Dragon” in the Daoist Family. Merely this one Fire Dragon contained the full might of the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword].

If he could condense more ”Fire Dragons” and combine them in a special way, like the [Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield] in The Investiture of the Gods, sealing them in a specific space, the power produced would be incomparable to a single [Fire Dragon Pill Sword].

In fact, any magic, when extended and used more deftly, transforms from Minor Achievement to Great Success.

The same foundation, but everyone’s house is different.

Just like the [Five Thunders Righteous Method], once mastered, it’s the same, but further advancement results in many differences and varying power levels.

”Uncle Feng, you’re simply a genius.” Zhang Fan suddenly realized, his eyes lit up.

”What genius?”

”Uncle Feng, you’re the master of pancake making.” Zhang Fan laughed in excitement and turned to leave.

”Fan, want to have some pancakes?” Feng Ping’an called out from behind.

”Uncle Feng, another day.”

Zhang Fan’s voice was heard from afar, growing fainter.

”This kid Fan, such a bright mind.” Feng Ping’an watched Zhang Fan’s retreating figure, put down his book, and couldn’t help but sigh.

”Don’t you know you can’t set up a stall here?”

Just then, a stern voice came from the side.

”Officer, I’m just about to...”

Feng Ping’an greeted the newcomer, but before he could finish, he turned to see a chubby man in a security uniform approaching.

”Liu Canshou, aren’t you just a security guard? Since when do you handle street matters?” Feng Ping’an recognized the person, quickly changed his expression, and said lightly.

”Feng Erbing, why are you setting up your pancake stall on my turf?” Liu Fusheng laughed, ”Shouldn’t you show some appreciation?”

”I appreciate your grandma’s third aunt.” Feng Ping’an gave him a sidelong glance, showing no fear.

”Haha, I heard recently that old fellow Lou Hechuan is scouring Yujing City to dig you out?” Liu Fusheng teased, ”Once the vice president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, now like a wandering dog... Truly pathetic.”

”I pity your third grandaunt’s sixth cousin, that old fellow is great at forming factions, but when it comes to Daoist Skill, I’m twice as good as he is.” Feng Ping’an sneered.

”Do you think I’m afraid of him? I’m right here in Yujing City, let’s see what he can do to me? One of these days, I’ll go set up my pancake stall in front of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.”

”Go ahead if you dare, and I’ll give you two pounds of talismans.” Liu Fusheng chuckled.

At this point, Liu Fusheng paused slightly, subconsciously glancing in the direction Zhang Fan had headed.

”Are you back to teach Fan the Fire Refining Technique, as instructed by Big Brother Zong?”

”At High Skill level, many things need personal understanding and reflection... What others teach are still others’ things...” Feng Ping’an replied softly.

The name Scorched Earth Flame Monarch was not for nothing; he deeply understood the principle of teaching a man to fish rather than giving him a fish.

”He’s Big Brother Zong’s son; with his natural insight, he understands with just a hint. What is there for me to teach?” Feng Ping’an shook his head.

”The Yangtze River’s waves push forward, and the new tide will eventually drown us...”

”And drown you too.” Liu Fusheng chuckled, ”Give me a pancake...”

”Double-sided fried egg, no crispy pancake, add tenderloin and sausage, make sure it’s King Sausage, sweet and spicy sauce, extra onions...”

”A double-sided fried egg? You really have a taste for food.” Feng Ping’an glanced at him, then said, ”The gas tank is empty, can’t light it up.”