Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 659: Chapter 319: Zhang Sheng and Zhang Fan! Chu Chaoran’s Closed-door Disciple

Yujing City, Zhang Family’s Old Mansion.

The bright moon hung high like a jade plate, surrounded by a few sparse stars.

The sound of cicadas in the midsummer night was urgent and persistent, bringing a hint of the world’s energy amidst the noise.

A dim yellow light was on in the kitchen, where a graceful figure was busy working.

"To learn to be an Immortal, fly on a crane to the skies, turn stone into gold, wondrous things indescribable, one must go to Lao Mountain to learn to be an Immortal..."

Young Zhang Fan lay on the table, doing his homework while glancing at the cartoon playing on the TV.

"Brother, multiplication mantra is so hard to remember, even harder than the Golden Light Curse..."

Zhang Fan chewed on the end of his pen, looking defeated like a rooster with its head drooping.

Bang...

At that moment, an old book suddenly smashed onto Zhang Fan’s little head from behind.

"I’ll memorize it..." Young Zhang Fan sniffled, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"Fan, call your brother to eat."

Just then, Li Linglong’s voice came from the kitchen as she, wearing an apron, brought the dishes to the small dining table in the courtyard.

"Mom, brother said he’s not eating." Zhang Fan immediately responded.

"Ask him if he’s become an Immortal." Li Linglong kept busy, and her voice followed.

"Mom, brother said not yet."

"Then don’t make trouble for yourself."

Li Linglong’s voice came again from the kitchen, carrying the authority of a mother.

"Mom, brother said..."

"Fan."

At that moment, outside the window, a little girl popped her head out, with twin ponytails, on her fair face, a bit of red lay at the center of her eyebrows.

"Xiaofang, you scared me." Zhang Fan, seeing the person, couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

"Come play at my house, my dad just came back from a trip and brought me lots of toys." The little girl with twin ponytails invited.

"No way, it’s almost dinnertime." Zhang Fan cautiously glanced towards the kitchen.

"Sneak over, just for a little while." The little ponytail girl suggested.

"It’s still a no, my brother is watching."

Speaking, Zhang Fan motioned with his mouth towards the back.

The little girl with twin ponytails paused, and looked through the window towards the room behind Zhang Fan.

"What are you talking about?"

The little girl with twin ponytails stared at Zhang Fan peculiarly.

"If I sneak out to play, my brother will definitely tell on me." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"Zhang Fan, if you keep saying weird things, I won’t talk to you anymore."

The little girl with twin ponytails put on a stern face, stepped back, and a hint of fear was in her eyes.

"What weird things?" Zhang Fan asked perplexed.

"You’re the only one here, where’s the brother you’re talking about?"

The little girl with twin ponytails pointed at the empty room behind Zhang Fan, turned, and ran out of Zhang Fan’s courtyard swiftly.

"Bad Zhang Fan, I won’t talk to you anymore."

Zhang Fan watched Xiaofang’s departing figure, bewildered, he subconsciously turned his head and murmured softly.

"Brother, what’s gotten into her?"

In the empty room, there was no response.

"Fan, you saw that weird girl again."

A moment later, a voice gently echoed, falling in the empty room.

In the kitchen, smoke rose from the chimney like a big furnace refining a Profound Pill.

In the old mansion’s master bedroom, black and white swirled, like the flickering light of a black and white television, ceaselessly arising and dying.

On that midsummer night, the bright moon hung high, yet it was crimson red, like the eyes of a fox, indifferently watching the Mortal World.

Whoosh...

On the plane, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

"What’s wrong?"

Li Miaoyin sat beside him, watched Zhang Fan wake and asked concernedly.

"Nothing, I dreamed about my childhood." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"You had a dream?" Li Miaoyin said curiously, "I heard that cultivating the Refined Divine Demon Holy Embryo practically means you don’t need to sleep."

With Divine full, sleep is unnecessary, cultivating the Refined Divine Demon Holy Embryo, the Primordial Spirit grows unimaginably strong, almost eliminating the need for sleep.

This means they have twice the time to cultivate compared to ordinary people, of course, except for lazy people.

"Maybe just after Divine Fusion, needs some adaptation." Zhang Fan whispered.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Li Miaoyin asked with concern.

She knew that during Zhang Fan’s Divine Fusion, he cut out the Three Corpses Gods, which regarded him as sustenance, secretly switched Primordial Spirit, causing quite an impact on him.

"I’m fine." Zhang Fan shook his head.

He dispelled the Great Night is not bright, suppressing Three Corpses Illuminating Fate with the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, thus having little effect, only some suppression on the Primordial Spirit’s power.

Even so, his current Primordial Spirit is much more powerful than before.

The most troubling thing right now is how to find that weird Three Corpses God.

Its presence indeed made Zhang Fan feel somewhat uneasy.

"We’re almost at Yujing." Li Miaoyin said quietly.

"Are we almost there?"

Zhang Fan played with the Black Iron Plate in his hand, calmed his mind, suppressed thoughts, watching the thousands of lights gradually appearing in view outside the window.

"Did you tell Old Li?" Zhang Fan took a sip of bottled water.

"I told him before we boarded the plane, we’re arriving tonight..." Li Miaoyin said thoughtfully.

"I also told him, you took great care of me on this trip."

Pfft...

Zhang Fan’s hand holding the water bottle jerked, nearly choking on the water, almost spraying it out.

This commotion instantly drew the attention of Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, Fang Changle, and Xia Weisheng sitting in front, all turned to look.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Li Miaoyin patted Zhang Fan’s back, helping him breathe smoothly, slightly raised the corner of her lips, revealing a hint of a smile.

"What do you mean by I took great care of you?" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, lowered his voice.

At this moment, Xia Weisheng and the others had long pricked up their ears, eyes observing nose, nose observing heart, divine intention shining in all directions, unwilling to miss any breeze or grass movement.