Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 495: Chapter 247: Trouble Comes Knocking! Once Someone Ruled Over Dragon and Tiger, Revered by the World (5k-word Mega Chapter)_3

At that moment, the crowd surrounding the courtyard couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.

Qin Ming’s expression grew slightly tense as he watched Zhang Fan shamelessly show off right in front of him.

How many people in the world today have the Transcendent Zhenren’s Chaoxin in their contact list?

No matter if they actually talk to you—just having their name displayed in your friends list is practically a matter of bringing glory to your ancestors.

”Let’s go.”

Zhang Fan pretended to be calm as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. Only when he took it out did he realize his phone service had been cut off for unpaid bills.

”I want to bring my brother with me.”

With that, Zhang Fan hooked his arm around Zhang Wang, who had come out to see them off.

The Qin Family was watching Zhang Wang staying with them, and they could easily find out that Zhang Fan had been living in Zhang Wang’s house these past few days.

If they left Zhang Wang behind, and the Qin Family grabbed him the minute their backs were turned, wouldn’t Zhang Wang be suffering a disaster for no reason?

Zhang Fan had already decided: he’d keep Zhang Wang close at hand for now, and look for a chance to send him to Jiangnan Province to lay low for a while.

”Sure.”

Qin Ming nodded, arranging a car for Zhang Fan, Fang Changle, and Zhang Wang.

Moments later, the imposing motorcade departed from the old part of the city.

On the road, Zhang Fan shot Fang Changle a look, and they started chatting on Chaoxin.

”This Qin Ming is really crafty. He’s just trying to keep us steady for now–once we’re in his hands, he can squeeze us however he wants,” Zhang Fan messaged.

”And you still went?”

”You saw what happened just now; the only move left is to retreat in order to advance. Besides, I’ve already notified my family—they should be somewhat wary too,” Zhang Fan replied.

”What was that big deal that kid was talking about just now?” Fang Changle asked.

”I don’t know either, but I’m sure it’s nothing good.” Zhang Fan shook his head.

If it were a good thing, would it ever come to them? They were probably just being set up as cannon fodder.

Meanwhile, inside Qin Ming’s car.

”Taoist Brother Qin, you’re really sharp: knock them on the head, toss them a jujube, and you’ve got Zhang Fan and Fang Changle right where you want them.” Song Yunqi chuckled lightly.

”We’re on Qin Family turf—who’s getting squeezed now?” Qin Ming said coolly, ”Even if my brother wasn’t killed by their hands, keeping these two around is still useful.”

”Oh, you mean...” Song Yunqi mused, seeming to understand.

”Senior Venus will surely be the Daoist Sect’s leader one day, his bearing like River Sea, can take in all rivers. These two are both talented, and their influence at Zhenwu Mountain and Maoshan isn’t minor...”

”If they know how to adapt, I’d be happy to recruit them for Senior Venus. But if they don’t...”

At this point, a glint of coldness flashed through Qin Ming’s eyes.

”Tusk Mountain’s a dangerous place. They’re heading to explore Ren Xiao’s secluded place anyway; perfect to use them as cannon fodder, to see how the road is.”

”Taoist Brother Qin, brilliant as always.”

Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan exchanged glances and nodded with understanding.

A while later, the motorcade arrived at the Qin Family’s grand mansion—seen from afar, it resembled an estate, imposing and solemn.

Zhang Fan and his group had just stepped out of the car when someone came up to lead the way, passing through corridors and a front courtyard before arriving at the main hall.

”Seriously extravagant—wasn’t that courtyard just now about the size of a football field?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help remarking.

”Could you pick your jaw up off the floor?” Fang Changle shot him an aside glance.

”This way, gentlemen. The guest rooms are already prepared to Young Master Ming’s instruction.”

The way the staff here spoke sounded just like a big family in feudal times.

Have to admit, the Qin Family truly is a real Profound Family. Their ancestors even produced Celestial Master Level figures. The foundation runs deep; their bearing is completely different from ordinary Cultivation Families.

Like the Yin Mountain Xiong Family or Baidou Wang Family—next to the Qin Family, they’re just nouveau riche upstarts!

”Profound Family... Technically, in a place as fierce as Yujing City, there should be Profound Families hidden around too,” Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

”Hmm!?”

At that moment, from the corner of Zhang Fan’s eye, he saw Zhang Wang, who’d been following behind, suddenly stop in his tracks.

He looked up at a calligraphy painting on the wall; his whole Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed utterly captivated by this Ancient Painting, his gaze unfocused, his own aura transformed—now cold and desolate.

The decor at the Qin Family mansion wasn’t tacky at all; the arrangement showed true taste, and the displays really were genuine antiques.

”What’s up?”

Zhang Fan walked over, and saw the painting hanging on the wall: mountains rising and falling, with Yin and Yang divided, the momentum like Dragon and Tiger.

”This is... Dragon Tiger Mountain!?”

Zhang Fan was stunned—he’d seen Ancient Maps of Dragon Tiger Mountain before, and this painting was almost identical.

However, the eye of the painting—the focal point—wasn’t the mountain itself but a lone figure standing atop a barren hill.

Beneath the lonely moon, that man wore a green robe, standing alone on the wasteland, one side turned, gazing afar.

That solitary figure radiated an ancient sorrow; under its presence, even the bright moon looked dimmed, and far-off Dragon Tiger Mountain seemed dwarfed.

”Who’s this in the painting? What a strong presence...” Zhang Fan couldn’t help blurting out.

The artist’s technique was superb; they’d actually captured this man’s aura, filling the scene between heaven and earth, even making the landscape tremble.

The universe is vast; throughout all of time, anyone with such an extraordinary bearing is sure to be a rare talent.

”Taoist Brother Zhang, sharp eye.”

Just then, Qin Ming walked over from afar, his gaze falling on the Ancient Painting and the green-robed visitor within.

”Speaking of this person, there’s quite the story—his line runs unbroken for a thousand years, once ruled over Dragon and Tiger, revered by all...”

”This is...” Zhang Fan’s heart gave a jolt, as if he’d guessed something.

”Where are those floating azure clouds now? I only recall the old days when the moon shone across the sky.”

At that moment, Zhang Wang murmured softly; his gaze distant, reading the inscription at the upper right corner of the painting.

A gentle sigh—just from that signature, the name was almost spoken aloud.

”The last Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain...”

”Zhang Tai Xu!”