Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 152: Chapter 110: Human Xiao Daoist Skill, Five Great Demons! Sleeping Pill, Divine Breath Pill?

Human-shaped Primordial Spirit!?

Just those four words, even Bai Buran, who had seen much of the world, couldn’t help but change color.

Thirteen Zodiacs, headed by Human Xiao.

Human Xiao, known as the ”Immortal,” is always as elusive as the divine dragon—often glimpsed, but never seen in full.

It’s rumored that every generation’s Human Xiao is shrouded in mystery, such that even fellow members of the Thirteen Zodiacs cannot discern their true identity.

Most frightening of all, each generation’s Human Xiao possesses the power to suppress the other twelve zodiacs.

Because of this, They can remain in the highest position, becoming the leader of the Thirteen Zodiacs.

”I’ve heard a certain rumor...”

Bai Buran mused for a moment, seemed to hesitate before speaking.

”What rumor?” Lou Hechuan watched Bai Buran with keen interest.

”Rumor has it that ten years ago, Human Xiao perished—died and the Dao was extinguished, ceased to exist. So how could...”

”Buran, though you’ve left Zhenwu Mountain, you still seem well informed.”

Lou Hechuan put down the thermos cup in his hand, gave Bai Buran a meaningful look.

”Wuwei Sect, Miao Can’s Path of the Primordial Spirit... In the world today, I fear no one understands the mysteries of Primordial Spirit better than they.” Lou Hechuan abruptly changed the subject, tone deep and grave.

”Do you think someone like that dies so easily?”

”Could it be Human Xiao hasn’t died?”

Bai Buran couldn’t help showing a peculiar expression. Among the Thirteen Zodiacs, Human Xiao stands foremost—if Human Xiao isn’t dead, and her Primordial Spirit is in the hands of the Daoist Alliance, once word spreads, the Thirteen Zodiacs surely won’t sit still.

”Human Xiao... According to fellow Daoists from White Crane Temple who fought her, she seems to be a woman—and moreover, she’s cultivated part of ’Three Corpses Illuminating Fate’...” Lou Hechuan spoke in a low tone.

Among the Thirteen Zodiacs, Human Xiao is the most enigmatic, rarely acts, even rarer to appear.

More than a decade ago, the few appearances she made were in battles with White Crane Temple experts, and the other party seemed to discern her techniques.

”After Jiazi Demon-Vanquishing, the Three Corpses Daoist perished atop East Peak of Mount Tai...”

”Three Corpses Illuminating Fate became lost to history; even grasping a shadow of it is peerless in this age. What’s more, Human Xiao also possesses a most unique ability.” Lou Hechuan lowered his voice.

”What?” Bai Buran asked instinctively.

He was well acquainted with the Thirteen Zodiacs—be it Hai Pig King Tao, Wuma Wuqilu, or Rooster Day of the Metal Mao—each was a master manipulator, ruthless, experts in Daoist Skill, far from ordinary characters.

It was simply unimaginable how unfathomable Human Xiao, the leader, must be.

Only from Lou Hechuan’s few words could one glimpse a fragment.

Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, how mysterious and profound—grasping even a part is shockingly brilliant, but even that isn’t where Human Xiao’s true terror lies.

”Her ability is called ’Taming Demons’...”

Those two words, in Lou Hechuan—the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance chairman’s—mouth, weighed heavier than a mountain.

”Taming Demons!?” Bai Buran raised an eyebrow, as if he’d heard of it before, but for the moment couldn’t recall.

”Mountains and Seas hide Demonic Ghosts, suppress and tame to refine Nine Demons!” Lou Hechuan intoned gravely and quietly.

It’s well known that Demons are spirit monsters that seize a human body.

Between Primordial Spirit and the vessel, repulsion inevitably arises—especially in certain conditions, when rage surges, original forms break out, and one’s body mutates with traits of its previous self. Such changes are uncontrollable.

Just like in the Legend of the White Snake, when Bai Suzhen drank a cup of realgar wine then began to transform into a snake. This uncontrollable mutation could ultimately create an abomination, neither human nor snake.

Thus, nearly all Demons have this hidden danger—especially on full moon nights, when the Primordial Spirit churns, bodies go mad, and mutation frequently occurs.

Beyond this, different Demon Races and species come with different taboos regarding mutation.

For instance, Demons of the Water Race are especially prone to mutate during thunderstorms, so they usually hide themselves to avoid tribulation during such weather.

”Taming Demons can suppress berserk mutation—even awakens the greatest potential in the Demon body. Nine Transformations into Demon, vast in Divine Techniques...” Lou Hechuan said gravely.

Ancient Daoist texts record such power known as ’Taming Demons.’

In archaic times, there were Daoists who meddled with this power, ventured deep into the Mountains and Seas, traversed rivers and marshes, raised Demonic Ghosts, until, after years of cultivation, their potential was awakened—nine turns and nine refinements, eventually overturning the world to become true Great Demons, standing as Demon Kings amidst the Red Dust.

”In secret files of White Crane Temple, it’s written... Human Xiao... She used this power to subdue five Great Demons, who served as her Guardians.”

”Those five Great Demons are no common breed, not on any registry...”

”White Crane Temple refers to them as...”

”Five Great Demons!” Lou Hechuan’s voice was deep as an abyss, filled with unfathomable mystery.

”Five Great Demons!?” Bai Buran rolled the name over in his mind.

”Five Great Demons... Each one wields profound Demon Technique, hidden in the Red Dust... They stay unseen amid the rivers and mountains, obey Human Xiao’s summons—and even the other twelve zodiacs know nothing of their arts.”

At this, Lou Hechuan paused briefly, then sneered: ”Ten years ago, Human Xiao died, Dao perished, and the Five Great Demons all vanished. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”

”Odd... Yes, indeed odd!”

Bai Buran mumbled, looking at Lou Hechuan with suspicion.

”Chairman Lou, are you saying Human Xiao isn’t dead, that her Primordial Spirit fell into your hands?”

Compared to Human Xiao not dying, Bai Buran found such a thing even more strange.

This is Human Xiao, after all.

”Ten years ago, ever since that night, this Primordial Spirit has been kept hidden in Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance... But...”

Lou Hechuan raised a grizzled eyebrow: ”This Primordial Spirit is very odd—sealed and shut, unable to refine the slightest thing.”

”Even someone with your level of cultivation can’t refine it?” Bai Buran couldn’t help but blurt out.

”Primordial Spirit is exquisitely subtle—off by a hair, and you gain nothing... I dare not use force either.” Lou Hechuan shook his head.