Starting Cultivation During a Trip

”Senior brother, I understand.”

Qi Ji nodded and casually pointed towards Jifeng Pavilion.

”Senior brother, this is our newly advanced junior brother, his name is Jifeng Pavilion, his talent is not weak.”

”Greetings, senior brother.” Jifeng Pavilion bowed to pay respect.

”Hmm, not bad, a promising seedling.” Fang Changle glanced over, rarely nodding.

”Hmm!?”

Zhang Fan stood silently beside them, watching his fellow disciples catching up, his gaze fixed on Jifeng Pavilion.

Since the ambush that night, nearly a month had passed.

During that month, this junior brother from Maoshan had changed drastically, no longer arrogant and impulsive as before, his demeanor was increasingly reserved, and his personality more stable.

After experiencing tribulations, such changes were understandable to Zhang Fan.

However, Jifeng Pavilion’s cultivation seemed to have greatly improved, his eyes concealed Spiritual Light, naturally formed but unexpressed, a complete transformation compared to when he first descended the mountain.

Rather than rapid progress, it was akin to undergoing rebirth.

”This kid has had some fortune,” Zhang Fan thought to himself, yet had no interest in probing others’ secrets.

”Let’s go first.”

After a brief chat, Fang Changle got up to say goodbye, pulling Zhang Fan away from the hospital.

”Where are you going?”

”To catch Yin Hu!” A trace of cold gleam flashed in Fang Changle’s eyes.

”Yin Hu!?”

”I indeed detected Yin Hu’s scent on you, I reckon he’s in Yujing City...” Fang Changle said in a low voice.

”I will dig him out even if it means searching three feet under ground.”

Fang Changle’s three-year imprisonment was due to Yin Hu, only by capturing Yin Hu could he prove his innocence.

”Is Yin Hu really in Yujing City?” Zhang Fan pondered, mentally reviewing everyone he had recently interacted with.

”Come, let’s join forces, I refuse to believe we can’t suppress him.”

A glint of ferocity shone in Fang Changle’s eyes, his words exuding immense confidence, both in himself and in Zhang Fan.

”Alright!” Zhang Fan’s gaze was intensely focused, his cultivation had been rapidly advancing recently, this was a perfect opportunity to test his skills.

If possible, he wanted to see if he could capture a Zodiac with his current cultivation.

...

At this time, inside the hospital.

The boiling water room.

Jifeng Pavilion was carrying a thermos, waiting for hot water.

”You’ve been in good spirits lately, seems the Technique I taught you has been successfully cultivated.”

At this moment, a casual voice came from behind.

Jifeng Pavilion turned around to see a young doctor entering, wearing a white coat, gold-framed glasses, appearing refined and gentle.

”Who exactly are you? You understand the long-lost Daoist Skill of Maoshan.” Jifeng Pavilion couldn’t help but ask.

After Qi Ji was hospitalized, he met this doctor here, clearly this person was not an ordinary doctor, his gaze alone could see through the increasing intent and thoughts of Jifeng Pavilion...

Indeed, ever since the night of the attack, Jifeng Pavilion fantasized daily about slaughtering, or even brutally killing those Wuwei Demons.

His thoughts were laid bare before this young doctor, yet, the doctor viewed him with great appreciation, encouraging, guiding, and even imparting him a special Cultivation Method.

This Technique could ease his killing intent, transforming it into special power, through which his cultivation daily increased.

Thus, Jifeng Pavilion realized that this young doctor before him must be someone significant.

”I am the thought in your heart, or you could say, I am the thought in everyone’s heart.”

”All Techniques are impermanent, only Mr. Nian...”

The young doctor adjusted his gold-framed glasses, his lips slightly curling upwards.

”I don’t understand, who exactly are you? Why help me?” Jifeng Pavilion asked deeply.

”I am not helping you, merely conducting an experiment,” the young doctor chuckled lightly.

”Experiment?”

”Correct, I am trapped by someone, his single thought keeps me trapped here, unable to break free...”

”But now... I have found a way to break the Tribulation.”

The young doctor looked at Jifeng Pavilion, his lips faintly curling, showing a profound smile.

”Youngster... youngster... your water is overflowing.”

At this moment, an aunt called out from behind, pulling Jifeng Pavilion’s thoughts back.

”Today’s youngsters, speaking to themselves alone, eerily mysterious, really frightening.”

The aunt stared at Jifeng Pavilion with the eyes of someone observing a patient, he glanced around, finding the boiling room empty except for himself and the aunt.

Glug glug glug...

The boiling, scalding water filled the thermos, gushing outward.