Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 657: Chapter 318: Victory Commemoration of the Hundred Thousand Mountains Battle! Zhang Wuming and Three Corpses Daoist

Jingjiang City, East Suburb.

Qingyou Temple is one of the eight Daoist temples established by Sanqing Mountain in Jingjiang City, and it is constantly guarded by experts of the High-level Realm.

Even though Daoist sects reside in famous mountains and rivers, the struggle for incense money has been ancient.

When the Wuwei Sect is weak, major Daoist sects and even cultivation families would widely recruit disciples, yet they often remain hidden in cities, unknown to the general populace.

"Sister Xuanji has been in seclusion for two days. Is she alright?"

At this time, a middle-aged Daoist stood outside Jing City, looking inside with some concern.

As the person in charge of Qingyou Temple, Fang Canbing, though much older than Yu Xuanji, still respectfully addressed her as Sister.

After all, Yu Xuanji is a master of the Mahayana Realm and a disciple of Sanqing Mountain.

"Senior Brother, it seems she is seriously injured," said a slightly younger Daoist beside him, unable to hold back.

"Yu Xuanji’s cultivation is unfathomable, and she is particularly close to White Crane Temple. Who could hurt her?" Fang Canbing frowned, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"Senior Brother, now she seems like a tiger fallen from the mountain. If you can handle this well, with your years of achievements in Qingyou Temple, your future in Sanqing Mountain is limitless." The Daoist whispered.

Fang Canbing’s heart stirred. He had been managing Qingyou Temple for more than ten years, with over a hundred disciples, more than twenty of whom had awakened their Primordial Spirits, not to mention the many followers, including major entrepreneurs and a number of officials, contributing incense money annually in eight figures.

This kind of achievement is considered outstanding among the various temple leaders dispatched outside.

In the annual sect assessment, he had won titles like "Best Daoist of the Year," "Best Manager in Guixi Province," "Incense Assault Expert," and "Excellent Temple Administrator" multiple times.

He had the qualifications and achievements, now all he lacked was a backing.

"Handle? How to handle?" Fang Canbing asked in a deep voice.

"I have three strategies - upper, middle, and lower." The Daoist smiled subtly with an expression full of meaning.

Rumble...

At this moment, a muffled sound came from the quiet room, interrupting their conversation.

"Sister Xuanji, are you alright?"

Fang Canbing quickly walked over, stood at the door, and asked with concern inside.

Sigh...

Inside the quiet room, Yu Xuanji’s black hair was loose, her face pale as paper, her delicate features showing a hint of sickly beauty.

"Zhang Fan..."

She bit her silver teeth hard, a glint of coldness flashing in her eyes, yet she uttered Zhang Fan’s name.

Yu Xuanji could never have imagined that the trip to the Hundred Thousand Mountains would result in such a heavy loss...

Zhang Huntu, Xiangtingshan, and Huang Sanlang all perished there.

Even Li Changgeng couldn’t escape and ultimately met his end at that man’s hands.

The first three were one thing, but Li Changgeng’s death was utterly devastating for her, as if her faith had collapsed.

In Yu Xuanji’s heart, Li Changgeng was not only the most outstanding disciple of White Crane Temple but also the future of the Daoist sects.

Having mastered the Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune and awakened the Great Divine Techniques, such an unparalleled existence was rarely seen even in the history of the Daoist sects.

She even believed that one day, Li Changgeng would destroy the Wuwei Sect, bringing the glory of the Daoist sects to unprecedented heights.

But now, with Li Changgeng’s death, all that vanished like smoke.

"Zhang Fan, do you think you can rest easy?" Yu Xuanji muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with hatred.

Zhang Fan’s identity was already sensitive, being a remnant of the South Zhang, not to mention he had practiced Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, which was a major taboo in the Daoist sects. Once this news spread, becoming known to the world, he would become a target for all.

"Just wait; I won’t let you live in peace," Yu Xuanji said coldly.

At that moment, her mind couldn’t help but recall that eerie presence surrounding Zhang Fan in the deep valley.

"Three Corpses Cause Calamity... Three Corpses Cause Calamity..."

Li Changgeng had been muttering before his death.

Yu Xuanji’s eyes turned somber, revealing a thoughtful expression.

She seemed to have seen similar existence recorded in some ancient text within the sect.

It seemed to be a drawing, a figure seated cross-legged, behind which three clusters of unending incense smoke rose, with a shadow subtly present, absorbing those three clusters of incense.

"Three Corpses Calamity... It arises innately with the Primordial Spirit..." Yu Xuanji remembered.

The organization of Sanqing Mountain had mentioned it in a manuscript, calling it the most terrifying Technique globally and the calamity that cultivators feared most.

The Three Corpses nest within the Primordial Spirit, arising innately.

An ordinary person’s emotions and desires breed them, disturbing actions and producing consequences.

But that’s all it amounted to for ordinary people, while for cultivators, it was a tribulation to becoming immortal, a calamity to achieving longevity.

However, the Three Corpses are invisible; even to cultivators, they are metaphysical entities.

But throughout history, there is a Technique that can materialize the Three Corpses and sever them from the body.

Achieving success means the tribulation is coming.

That thing is not only a nightmare for the cultivator but for all cultivators.

"Three Corpses Gods..."

Yu Xuanji finally remembered the name of that thing.

It exists innately with the Primordial Spirit, but what it is exactly and where it comes from was not mentioned by Sanqing Mountain’s Ancestral Master, perhaps not even such an existence knows its grand secret.

"Zhang Fan, your tribulations are far from over. I don’t believe you won’t die," Yu Xuanji said through clenched teeth.

"Ah..."

Right at that moment, a scream came from outside the door.

Yu Xuanji’s eyebrows shot up like a startled bird, she rose swiftly and pushed the door open to walk out.