Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 658: Chapter 318: Victory Memorial of the Hundred Thousand Mountains! Zhang Wuming and Three Corpses Daoist_2

Under the dim moonlight, Fang Canbing and his junior brother lay unconscious in the courtyard, their bodies resembling walking corpses, almost devoid of any vitality, with only a faint breath remaining.

In other words, their Primordial Spirits were lost, completely turning them into a vegetative state.

"The Primordial Spirit is gone?"

Yu Xuanji’s expression changed slightly. She could sense that the vast Qingyou Temple was empty, as if only she remained.

"All the Primordial Spirits are gone?"

Yu Xuanji’s heart jolted. There were at least twenty people in Qingyou Temple, and in an instant, all movement ceased.

"Who?"

Yu Xuanji suddenly turned around, feeling an intense chill pass through her, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

Her eyes trembled, and before her, a shadow emerged, gray and constantly writhing, resembling a Primordial Spirit, and the face was incredibly familiar, looking exactly like...

Zhang Fan!?

"Three Corpses God!?"

Yu Xuanji’s scalp tingled with fear. She never imagined in her wildest dreams that this entity would follow her here.

"You..."

Yu Xuanji’s body was beyond her control, trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to move. Her Primordial Spirit seemed sealed, unable to leave the Spirit Platform.

"Sanqing Mountain..."

At that moment, a strange rhythm emitted from the eerie voice, and a hint of clarity appeared in its chaotic eyes. It reached out to grasp Yu Xuanji.

...

Two days later, outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Xiaodu Town.

"Zhang Family’s boy, you’re pretty much recovered, right?"

The bald old man walked into the room with a pot of freshly brewed tea. In the countryside, everything was simply arranged.

Zhang Fan and the others had been recuperating here for three days, and he had also recovered.

After all, having suffered the Three Corpses Calamity, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was the greatest desire of that entity in this world. The Three Corpses Illuminating Fate allowed it to scent and devour his Primordial Spirit.

Fortunately, Zhang Fan escaped the Great Night, his Primordial Spirit remained intact, needing only to divide some power to suppress the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate with the Divine Demon Holy Embryo.

Even by separating a portion of his power, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit now was far stronger than before.

Most importantly, this was also a form of cultivation for Zhang Fan.

Between the Divine Demon Holy Embryo and the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, there was a subtle symbiosis and opposition. In their mutual suppression, he seemed to glimpse their connection and mysteries.

"Thank you, Master Xiang. It’s mostly done," Zhang Fan nodded.

"You’ve gotten yourself in big trouble." The bald old man looked at Zhang Fan, full of thoughts, and couldn’t help but say.

"I really don’t know what your family was thinking, insisting on practicing this damn Three Corpses Illuminating Fate," the bald old man said earnestly.

"We, South Zhang..." Zhang Fan hesitated.

By the time he was born, South Zhang was already gone, and Zhang Lingzong rarely mentioned family matters. Sometimes when he asked, Zhang Lingzong would unusually lose his temper.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, the first in the world, holds many secrets of this Inner Core Technique that I don’t understand. I only know that your South Zhang’s downfall is closely related to this technique," the bald old man said solemnly.

"Three Corpses Calamity!" Zhang Fan thought deeply.

He knew that only by completely annihilating and even devouring that entity could he truly master the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate and escape his tribulation. Otherwise, his Primordial Spirit would be forever bound to it, making contemplation of Pure Yang hopeless.

"What exactly is that thing?" A question arose in Zhang Fan’s heart.

Everything in the universe has its origin.

Even the Three Corpses God, claimed to be of innate origin, is no exception. Figuring out its origin might provide a solution.

Unfortunately, such reasoning sounds easy, but if it were doable, throughout history, more than just three people would have mastered this technique.

"You’ve killed the Bai He Temple’s successor; this matter won’t stay hidden for long."

The bald old man’s voice pulled Zhang Fan’s thoughts back to reality.

"It’s indeed a problem," Zhang Fan looked troubled.

He didn’t act cleanly this time, and Yu Xuanji managed to escape. If he had killed this woman too, maybe there would be no further worries.

"News just came from Sanqing Mountain today."

The bald old man, after all, was the Demon Leader of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, with insight into the affairs of the ground.

"A few days ago, their Qingyou Temple in Jingjiang City was ransacked by a demon from the Wuwei Sect," the bald old man said solemnly.

"Wuwei Sect?"

"More than twenty disciples perished, all their Primordial Spirits seized," the bald old man poured a steaming cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Fan.

"Have they become so brazen?" Zhang Fan’s expression was peculiar.

The Wuwei Sect, though refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit as medicine, had always acted discreetly and patiently. Such blatant annihilation of an entire sect’s disciples was a rare occurrence.

After all, in modern society, even if hiding from the general public, the sudden disappearance of more than twenty people poses significant challenges in handling at the top levels.

"After the Jiazi Demon-Vanquishing, the Wuwei Sect has been lying low for sixty years. It seems they can’t sit still any longer," the bald old man sighed.

He seemed to see the impending resurgence of conflict between the Daoist Sect and the Wuwei Sect, sweeping across all the great Daoist sects, inevitably involving even the Spirit Monsters and Ghosts hidden within the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm.

"There’s another piece of news: The successor from Sanqing Mountain returned to the sect this morning."

"Yu Xuanji!?" Zhang Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

The thing he feared most had come to pass.

"After she returned to the sect, she didn’t mention you and directly entered seclusion, seeing no one," the bald elder noticed Zhang Fan’s concern and spoke bluntly.

"Ah!?" Zhang Fan was stunned, a hint of surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

This didn’t seem logical.

"You’re safe for now," the bald elder glanced sideways and said blandly, "But you can’t stay here anymore."

"You people from the Zhang Family... are simply calamities. Not even the Hundred Thousand Mountains can accommodate a calamity like you."

"Leave today."

"Hmm, okay," Zhang Fan knew he had caused a lot of trouble.

"Master Xiang, this kindness, the younger generation will remember it."

"You’d better not remember it."

The bald elder quickly shook his head and said, "Talking about kindness—if trouble arises in the future, it’ll be a blessing if you don’t mention me."

"... "

That day, Zhang Fan, Li Miaoyin, Xia Weisheng, Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle, and others packed up and set off.

"Let’s take a commemorative photo to mark the great victory of the Hundred Thousand Mountains battle,"

Before departing, Fang Changle suggested.

Perhaps he wasn’t aware of the legendary status and influence this victory and group photo would have in later generations.

"Master Xiang, please take a photo for us."

Zhang Fan pulled out a worn-out cell phone and handed it to the bald elder.

"Amazing, getting the Demon Leader of the Hundred Thousand Mountains to take our photo," Qi Delong marveled quietly.

"He moonlights at this too," Zhang Fan whispered.

The group lined up, with Zhang Fan naturally standing in the center, Li Miaoyin closely beside him, and Xia Weisheng next to her.

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, the brothers, occupied one spot, standing behind Fang Changle.

Everyone formed Daoist Seal Hand Techniques and shouted at the camera.

"Pure Yang!"

Click...

The image froze forever, in the dilapidated town, behind them lay the vast and boundless Hundred Thousand Mountains.

That day, Zhang Fan and the others bid farewell to the bald elder and left Xiaodu Town.

"Why do I feel like I forgot something?"

On the road, Zhang Fan muttered softly, as if he had lost something.

"Stop being paranoid. It seems you haven’t recovered yet."

"Feeling tired after a battle is normal."

"You guys are right," Zhang Fan nodded, no longer overthinking.

...

Late at night, the solitary moon hung high.

In the tranquil empty valley, a cloud of dust shot into the sky, accompanied by the sound of rocks shattering and flying.

A figure burst out from the buried ruins.

"Nearly got buried alive."

Zhang Wuming, looking disheveled, spat out the dirt and stones from his mouth.

Earlier that day, Chen Dragon suddenly appeared, alarming all directions, and collapsed the dilapidated Daoist temple; he was just a step too slow and got buried underneath.

"Where is everyone? Have they all dispersed?"

"Zhang Fan!?"

Zhang Wuming called out, his echo empty, yet no one responded.

"A great danger survived. At least my life was spared." Zhang Wuming exhaled and struggled out from the wreckage.

At this moment, a bright light reflecting off the moonbeam caught his attention.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Wuming followed the light, rummaging through the debris, until he pulled out a small bronze box, adorned with strange patterns, seemingly with three streams of air interweaving.

"What is this thing?" Zhang Wuming murmured, opening the box.

A pill appeared before him, a peculiar wave emanating from the pill, like ripples in water, sweeping over Zhang Wuming’s Primordial Spirit.

His heart trembled violently, immediately understanding what this thing was.

"Three Corpses Primordial Pill!?"