Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Not to mention, Zhang Fan also has somewhat ambiguous relationships with Si Snake Bai Yujing of the Wuwei Sect, and Rabbit Lin Jianyue.

Now, with the addition of Black Rat, his power has surged significantly.

As long as he’s in Yujing City, he can definitely get by easily, walking sideways.

Of course, Zhang Fan’s biggest trump card is still the deeply hidden Evil God, Zhao Jie Xuan.

If Zhang Fan were just an ordinary cultivator, with such connections and backing, it wouldn’t take ten years for Yujing City to bear his surname Zhang.

Unfortunately, there are too many hidden dangers on him, ready to explode at any moment.

His father, his mother, his Jiang Lai, himself... no matter which of these dangers explodes, he’d be faced with endless trouble. Not to mention Yujing City, there’d hardly be a place for him in the entire world.

”I hope these peaceful days can last a bit longer,” Zhang Fan silently thought.

The more time he has, the more his strength can grow, so even if a danger explodes in the future, he’d have the ability to protect himself and not be overly passive.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan opened HyperChat and arranged to meet Hong San.

With 800,000 yuan in hand, he could naturally buy that Centennial Ginseng King.

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No. 316 Bright Road.

Invisible Mountain Cafe.

”Younger Brother Zhang, you really take action with style. Seeing something you love, you’re determined to get it.”

Hong San grinned, pushing the wooden box containing the Centennial Ginseng King in front of Zhang Fan.

Opening the wooden box, a faint herbal aroma wafted out. This ginseng had even grown into a human-like shape, at least a hundred years old. If it fell into the hands of an ordinary person, even if they were terminally ill, without food or drink for three days and nights, as they’re about to exhaust their life, a sip of ginseng soup could bring back a breath of life, making it a precious treasure to prolong life.

Of course, if it fell into the hands of a cultivator like Lin Jianyue, who specializes in External Core Skill, it’s unknown how many Treasure Elixirs could be refined.

Even used for enhancing Circulation of the Celestial Qi, it could improve cultivation and refine magic.

With this Centennial Ginseng King, along with the Fire Character Sticker, Zhang Fan’s Fire Dragon Pill Sword should see a significant improvement, perhaps advancing from Minor Achievement Skill to Great Success Technique.

”Younger Brother Zhang, is everything alright with the items?” Hong San asked.

”Brother Hong’s treasures naturally have no issues.” Zhang Fan closed the box.

Once the money and goods are exchanged, after leaving this table, whatever problems arise can’t be traced back—this is the rule, so the treasure has to be verified on the spot.

Some unscrupulous merchants might show one item, but swap it during the transaction; if one doesn’t pay attention, they’ll just have to eat the loss.

”It’s a pity that you’re off on assignment, otherwise we could have gathered everyone for a couple of drinks.” Hong San squinted as he spoke.

Zhang Fan felt stirred. The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance is currently empty; anyone with a bit of cultivation has been sent out on assignments.

Evidently, last night’s commotion was too big, and they’re acting a bit paranoid.

”They seem quite busy,” Zhang Fan remarked casually.

”Of course, it’s almost the end of the year, and the evaluation for a civilized city is coming up; no department can afford any mistakes at this time.”

Hong San lowered his voice, ”I heard last night, there was a battle of magic involving a master, creating quite a stir.”

”Chairman Lou’s blood pressure reportedly shot up, almost bursting his skull.”

”That exaggerated?” Zhang Fan showed a peculiar expression.

Cultivators, focusing on body cultivation, usually don’t suffer minor ailments. But when they do have issues, it’s significant.

But for high blood pressure to burst a skull seems a bit too far-fetched.

”Got to exaggerate a bit, or you wouldn’t believe it.”

Hong San laughed, ”Later, I’ll whip up a couple of special blood-pressure-lowering pills to send to the old chairman.”

”Brother Hong, business is booming,” Zhang Fan said in a low, steady voice.

After a brief chat, Zhang Fan left with the Centennial Ginseng King and headed to the Yin Mountain Xiong Family.

Zhang Beijiang was cut in half by the Black Wind Pearl while trying to save him, losing a breath of True Yang, leaving only two rotten skins.

Corpse refining—Zhang Fan is amateurish; to repair it, the Xiong Family of Yin Mountain is the expert.

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Outskirts of Yujing City.

Xiong Family Village.

This is the ancestral land of the Xiong Family. They do substantial business in Yujing City, spreading across many industries, even dipping into emerging sectors like new energy and artificial intelligence. Yet, this village remains their foundation, with ordinary clansmen having no right to live here.

”Brother Fan, if you’d told me earlier, I would’ve sent someone to pick you up.”

Xiong Ba had been waiting at the village entrance for quite some time.

Initially, he was just an unnoticed disciple of the Xiong Family’s outer branch, lacking even a ”name.” If not for encountering Zhang Fan, how would he have such status and opportunity today!?

”Tsk tsk, Xiong Ba, your cultivation is becoming extraordinary.”

Just as Zhang Fan got out of the car, he noticed the current Xiong Ba, with eyes hiding brilliance, spiritual Qi retracted, moving with an unusual air, completely different from the previous timid person.

He practices both the Yin Mountain Technique and the Taiyin Technique, refining ghosts and passing away, advancing on dual fronts, making his realm and cultivation incomparable to before.

Now, among the younger generation of the Xiong Family, even the once-prodigious Xiong Qianqiu isn’t his match. He securely holds the top position.

”Meeting someone beneficial must lead to soaring times, thanks to you, indeed.”

Right then, Xiong Qianqiu approached from afar, her long hair cascading to her waist, wearing form-fitting athletic wear, radiating allure.

”It’s been a while,” Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

”Follow me, the elders are waiting for you,” Xiong Qianqiu said softly.

Before arriving, Zhang Fan had already explained his purpose.

Moments later, the front hall of the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall.

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