Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 635: Chapter 309: Chen Dragon (Second Update)_3

However, on the body at the very top stood a human statue, faceless, without form or appearance.

”This is the Human Portrait Hall!”

Li Miaoyin whispered softly.

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but glance at him.

”There are words on the wall here.”

At this moment, Zhang Wuming called out.

Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin walked over, and saw ancient characters on the old wall, looking like ghostly talismans. At first glance, each character appeared extraordinarily mysterious, holding endless allure.

Dragon and Tiger Seal, Turtle and Snake Bone Book, Star Pattern and Mist Marks, Mountain and River Map... they all seemed to show some semblance.

”This is...” Li Miaoyin furrowed her brows slightly, showing a hint of astonishment.

”These are the talisman characters of the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family.” Zhang Wuming said flatly.

Disciples of Dragon Tiger Mountain, from childhood, practice the Celestial Master’s Talisman. It’s said that it records all the talisman and spell techniques of Dragon Tiger Mountain, which over time, evolved into a set of characters only understandable to the Zhang Family, each as profound and difficult as a talisman.

”You can’t read it?” Zhang Wuming looked at Zhang Fan.

”I can’t read it.” Zhang Fan shook his head.

”...”

”What’s written above?” Li Miaoyin asked.

”These are words left by a member of the Zhang Family...”

Zhang Wuming roughly looked over: ”He was here seeking one of the legendary Nine Treasures...”

”The True Dragon Horn!?”

At these words, Zhang Fan’s eyes tightened: ”One of the Nine Treasures? Here?”

He had heard of the fame of the Nine Treasures from Ye Jinciao, the top expert of Zhongnan Mountain, known as the nemesis of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods.

Among the Nine Treasures, the one that restrains the Divine Demon Holy Embryo is called the Innate Seal.

”Who left the words?” Zhang Fan pursued asking.

”His name is...”

Zhang Wuming’s gaze moved to the signature location.

”Zhang Tian Sheng!”

...

It was late at night.

In the bustling area of Jingjiang City, at a street stall.

In the corner, a young man was sipping noodles, pouring half a bottle of chili sauce in front of him, yet his face remained unreddened, breath steady, as if even this amount of chili sauce wasn’t enough.

From a distance, the cook was staring resentfully at the young man, eyeing the half-empty bottle of chili sauce on the table.

”Haunted, you know that?” The young man put down his chopsticks and suddenly shouted into his phone.

”You’ve raised a ghost and didn’t know?”

”Without a ghost, how did he find Yellow Skin Cave, and figure out its secrets?”

The young man took a sip of noodles, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the red oil from the corners of his mouth.

”Tell Li Changgeng, I’ll head back after finishing these noodles.”

The young man murmured quietly, put down his phone, and poured the remaining half bottle of chili sauce into the bowl.

”Truly unreliable.” The young man sighed, picking up his chopsticks and stirring quickly.

”May I sit here?”

At this moment, a beautiful woman approached, her skin white, features delicate, with a vermillion mole on her brow, holding a orange tabby cat in her arms.

”Go ahead.” The young man glanced up briefly, casually replied.

”Your surname is Zhang?” The woman with the vermillion mole softly asked while stroking the tabby cat in her arms.

”Hmm?” The young man raised his eyebrows, his chopstick-holding hand pausing mid-air, his gaze towards the woman with the vermillion mole becoming sharp.

”Your name is Zhang Huntu...”

”So what relation is Zhang Qianxuan to you?” The woman with the vermillion mole smiled and asked.

”You actually know my uncle?” Zhang Huntu’s gaze darkened, showing a serious countenance.

”What’s strange about it?”

”My uncle isn’t an ordinary person, seldom seen outside; very few know him.”

”Whether Daoist Sect or Wuwei Sect, those who can name him are no more than a handful.”

Saying this, Zhang Huntu put down his chopsticks, warily looking at the woman with the vermillion mole in front of him.

”Such a cautious child.”

”Who exactly are you?” Zhang Huntu asked seriously.

”You can call me...”

”Chen Dragon!!!”

The woman with the vermillion mole stroked the tabby cat, her smile like a spring breeze, blending into the quiet long night.