Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 665: Chapter 322: Incredible Methods! Rat-Catching Operation

The Divine Demon stands firm, unmoving at its root; within ten steps, danger lurks everywhere!

After the Divine Fusion, the Divine Demon takes form. How could Zhang Fan now be the one that others may knead and humiliate at their leisure, like before?

Wei Qingshuang was born into a prestigious family and married into the Xu Family. Having been in a high position for many years, she naturally cultivated a commanding demeanor, her spiritual authority towering above. Ordinary Daoist Sect disciples don’t even catch her eye, let alone young men like Zhang Fan.

Back then, she had also investigated Zhang Fan’s family background; according to all the information she could gather, he was merely a poor boy who lost his mother young, born to an ordinary family, barely able to attend university thanks to his father’s labor on construction sites.

With such origins, if not for the slightest of ties to her daughter, he would never have entered her field of vision in this lifetime.

That such a humble, ordinary person could see her once was already a tremendous fortune. Yet now, this man actually reappeared before her eyes, so Wei Qingshuang thundered with wrath, a chill creeping into her heart.

How could all these thoughts and attitudes possibly escape Zhang Fan?

The great fusion of Divine Demon is like the blazing flames illumining the heavens, profound and on high, vast and boundless. Such notions, these thoughts, all are embraced within.

With reverence in the heart, the Divine Demon remains unseen; if rebellious intent arises, Heaven kills, Earth punishes.

With a mere lift of his hand, Zhang Fan forcibly called forth Wei Qingshuang’s Primordial Spirit, seizing it between five fingers, held within that tiny space.

"God Capturing Technique? Are you a monster from Wuwei Sect?" Wei Qingshuang’s Primordial Spirit screamed in disbelief.

Ever since Xu Zhixia graduated and returned to her side, she herself hadn’t had much attention focused on her daughter.

Who would have thought that the poor boy she once disdained, that ordinary man, would suddenly become a Daoist expert—possessing Wuwei Secret Technique, with no fear or scruple, wielding the God Capturing with utter dominance?

Buzz...

Almost at the same moment, Wei Qingshuang’s Primordial Spirit quaked violently; a gust of yin wind arose, bitterly cold, murderous intent like soul hooks, piercing straight into Zhang Fan’s brow—the Spirit Platform.

Wei Qingshuang, after all, was of the Xu Family, with High Cultivation Level herself. This move, [Taiyin Soul-Stealing], was an art she had steeped herself in for years—a Primordial Spirit Skill, refining Yin inside True Yang, most suitable for women’s cultivation. Once mastered, it was like a poisonous scorpion’s sting, killing in reverse order, specializing in breaking the Daoist Family’s Primordial Spirit.

At this life-and-death juncture, Wei Qingshuang could still turn and counterattack—her skill profound and her cunning resolute.

Buzz...

The yin wind, like a poison barb, swept through the spring wind of slaughter; an icy chill brushed over the brow, that strange force, like maggots, burrowed along the brow and merged into the Primordial Spirit.

"Primordial Spirit cultivates Taiyin Qi; soul-stealing poison bites deep."

Zhang Fan stood motionless, with not the slightest change in his expression.

"Auntie, your skills haven’t reached mastery yet." Zhang Fan gazed at the Primordial Spirit held in his hand and spoke lightly.

"You... how could you be unharmed?" Wei Qingshuang’s eyes widened, utterly incredulous.

At this moment, a surge of deep fear finally rose in her heart.

At such close range, her Taiyin Soul-Stealing hit his Primordial Spirit directly, yet he was completely unscathed. What skill is this? What sort of man?

"So, you’re a master of Wuwei Sect. Was approaching Zhixia originally a plot against the Xu Family?" Wei Qingshuang calmed and stared at Zhang Fan, peeling away the layers to reach the truth.

"Zhenwu Mountain has the [Chasing Gods] Skill; Laojun Mountain possesses the [Corpse Guard Palace] Technique; even White Crane Temple wields the [Sky Illuminating Lamp]—all with the power of God-Locking Soul." Zhang Fan spoke calmly, assured.

His aura vast as the sky, listing the strengths of each faction with ease.

Such a Zhang Fan looked all but unfamiliar in Xu Zhixia’s eyes.

"With how little Dao Practice you have, dare you discuss my origin?"

Each word from Zhang Fan crashed down, an overwhelming pressure that swept over Wei Qingshuang, leaving her breathless.

Right now, she too had to admit she’d underestimated this young man.

"Were I of Wuwei Sect, the moment you opposed me, I would have killed you first." Zhang Fan sneered coldly.

The words fell, and Wei Qingshuang’s Primordial Spirit shuddered. For a moment, she did not doubt a single word Zhang Fan spoke.

This wasn’t reckless bravado—it was a killing intent sharp as blades, hidden in the sheath, the edge revealed, ten steps—life and death.

"Zhang Fan..."

Now, Xu Zhixia cried out anxiously, her nerves stretched to the extreme, looking at Zhang Fan, eyes brimming with pleading.

In Jingjiang City, she had already witnessed Zhang Fan’s ruthless methods. She truly feared that one wrong word and Zhang Fan would erase her mother completely.

If it really came to that, the two could never reconcile, and she herself wouldn’t know how to face it.

"Zhixia, it’s a society of laws now. I’m not some crazed killer who lashes out for no reason." Zhang Fan’s lips curled gently in a slight smile, as if bathing in spring breeze—instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

Killing intent, sharp as blades, best tempers the mind; when the Heart Monkey and Yima run wild, heaven and earth are overturned. If one can subdue the Heart Monkey and rein in Yima, only then is one truly endowed with Divine Techniques.

As the saying goes, when killing intent rages like the Demon Lord, but is sheathed like the Divine—there’s give and take, release and restraint, surge and suppression—thus only does the blade grow ever sharper.

Beyond killing or not killing, above life and death.

This is the true Divine Demon Dao.

"But..."

Xu Zhixia’s anxious heart had just calmed, but Zhang Fan’s words suddenly shifted, making her tense up all over again.