Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 758: Chapter 364: The Human Xiao’s Summons! Zodiac Gathering

Yunshen Hall.

Zhang Fan and his party hurried back, with the Wang Family’s helicopter, it was only a little over half an hour’s journey.

Wang Qingyi’s serious injuries caused quite a stir, and there was no time for questions. His injuries were so severe that the elders of the Wang Family were alarmed and took action to heal him.

Moreover, at this forum, many Daoist experts from various sects were present, and many were willing to lend a hand, hoping to establish a good relationship with the Pure Yang Wang Family.

After being busy for most of the day, it wasn’t until the next afternoon that Wang Qingyi was finally saved, with no risk to his life.

”Wang Qingyi has narrowly escaped death.”

In the room, Meng Qiwu brought the latest news.

Wang Qingyi’s injuries were too severe, his skull had been lifted off. For this, Zhongnan Mountain specially sent a [Stone Spirit Shell], an exotic treasure that grows near the Dragon Vein in the deep mountains, innately compatible with the human body.

In ancient times, Daoist experts would typically refine magical treasures to strengthen the physical body while alive.

This treasure can compensate for Wang Qingyi’s severe head injury, otherwise, his body would certainly be unusable.

”But it only saved his life.” Zhang Fan lamented.

Wang Qingyi’s foundation was destroyed, the Life and Death True Seed was not preserved, and his Primordial Spirit was thus ruined; his realm regressed, and it was only a matter of time before he became an ordinary person.

His lifespan might even be shorter than that of an ordinary person.

”Such are the tribulations on the path of cultivation.” Zhang Fan murmured softly.

”What about him?”

At this moment, Meng Qiwu glanced at Qin Ergou, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

His eyes were slightly closed, and Thunder Qi surged around him, enveloping his body like a membrane. His breathing had almost stopped, occurring only once every twelve minutes, yet it was extremely mysterious, resonating with the Thunder Qi around him.

”He is also undergoing a tribulation.” Zhang Fan whispered.

Qin Ergou’s fortune was tremendous, having previously met Zhang Fan, received the Northern Emperor Technique, and practiced the ancestral Fishing Toad Qi. On that day, when the innate Spirit Treasure burst into the sky, the Dragon Qi leaked by the Toad Treasure was mostly absorbed by him.

Upon entering Zhongnan Mountain, he further cultivated the Profound Sect’s True Method, progressing rapidly over more than a month. Although not yet entering the High-level Realm, his strength was not below that of a High Skill practitioner.

Such great fortune as obtaining the [Purple Electric Toad], an innate exotic treasure, inevitably comes with tribulations.

Just like someone who eats too much, their body can’t bear it, leading to various ailments, and if not dealt with properly, their life could be at risk.

In the years of disaster, many disaster victims, who survived on tree bark, would occasionally encounter a kind benefactor and receive rice and flour, only to overeat and die.

”He can only slowly digest it himself.” Zhang Fan whispered.

The tribulation of the Wang Family was just one of many, resolved because of Zhang Fan, but his tribulations were not yet over.

”Having too much good luck might not be a good thing either.” Meng Qiwu sighed.

”Blessings and misfortunes are interdependent. Having too much luck is like seizing the Celestial Secret, and naturally, Heaven will impose tribulations to balance it.” Zhang Fan said calmly.

Rumble...

Suddenly, Qin Ergou on the bed shuddered violently.

Zhang Fan looked up, revealing a strange expression. Behind Qin Ergou, incense smoke rose and swayed, and in a vague manner, a phantasmal image of a thin dog floated.

”What’s happening to him?” Meng Qiwu watched the mysterious phenomenon unfolding before her, her eyes shimmering with wonder.

She naturally didn’t know about Qin Ergou’s mysterious identity as Xu Dog.

”This is...”

Zhang Fan’s eyes focused, and in a trance, he seemed to hear a voice from the incense smoke where the thin dog was, a voice summoning Xu Dog.

...

Late at night.

In the suburbs of Chang’an, at a small countryside inn near National Road 763.

In the open area in front of the door, several large trucks were parked. This small inn survived on the business of truck drivers coming and going, offering meals for thirty to fifty yuan, with two meat dishes and a bowl of soup, some water to refresh, a place to rest and shed the fatigue of the journey.

It was the off-season, and after midnight, the customers dwindled. Only one table in the courtyard still had a pot, with plates of beef and mutton stacked beside it.

At the table, there was just one guest, his sleeves empty, without arms or hands, sitting there quietly without touching the chopsticks.

”Wu Ma, you’ve arrived quite early.”

At this moment, a deep, slightly magnetic voice came from the night, and then, under the dim yellow light, a tall figure entered the courtyard. Her long legs were clad in black, stepping in shiny black patent leather high heels, her curvaceous figure wrapped in a tight-fitting shirt drawing extra attention.

However, when she spoke, it was in a man’s voice.

”Hai Pig, have you recovered enough?” Wu Ma lightly lifted his eyelids, responding indifferently.

”Are you concerned about me?” Wang Tao’s beautiful eyes narrowed, a cold glint in her gaze.

Since getting trapped by Zhang Fan in Luoxia Town last time, he had used the secret [Death Eating Skill] of the Hai Pig lineage to escape. Even so, he suffered severe injuries and had not fully recovered yet.

”You are the newcomer; there’s no need to speak to me in that manner.” Wu Ma slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice indifferent.

”Tsk tsk, is the senior starting to talk about seniority now?” Wang Tao sat down.

Ten years ago, beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Zodiac encircled Human Xiao, suffering heavy losses and many deaths. Wang Tao filled the vacancy of Hai Pig after that incident.

Not just him; like Maotu Lin Jianyue and the previous Xuquan Han Diyan were similar cases.

Their predecessors all died on that night at Dragon Tiger Mountain.

”Child, respecting seniors is a traditional virtue.”

Suddenly, an old voice echoed hauntingly, as if the clouds in the sky moved, stars twinkling, avoiding the brilliance.