Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 740: Chapter 356: Teaching You the Rules! Life and Death Ming Chapter (Part 2)

Buzz...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit trembles, and amidst the obscurity, a sword light flickers, seemingly emerging from the nameless, as if originating from the burial ground, soaring through the air, swirling and transforming, surrounded by peculiar outer scenery, filled with eerie white bones, wandering through a lifeless underworld.

”Great Burial Sword!?”

”You are indeed a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain!” Wang Qingshan exclaims.

One of Zhongnan Mountain’s supreme skills, [Thirty-Six Sword Chapters], is a profound skill that can only be truly mastered at the Celestial Master Realm.

To Wang Qingshan, Zhang Fan practicing such Daoist skill at this young age and realm must certainly be a direct disciple of Zhongnan Mountain.

Therefore, he is even more astonished, as he is familiar with renowned young experts from Zhongnan Mountain, yet does not recall such a person.

But at this moment, he has no time to ponder further.

”Qinghe, retreat quickly!”

Buzz...

With a shout, Wang Qingshan’s primordial spirit also leaps forth, blocking Zhang Fan’s path.

Meanwhile, three feet above, a mist rises like white clouds approaching from the west, stretching across and soaring, turning and consolidating into a splendid celestial canopy, as the essence qi cycles back to form a pill.

”White Cloud Ascending Peak!?” Meng Qiwu’s eyes narrow into a line, exclaiming involuntarily.

This is innate essence qi, born during the cycle’s movement, as the alchemy technique is about to succeed, the vitality inside flourishing, manifesting within the body, revealing its marvelous state, subtly hinting at signs of transformation.

Ancestor Lv once said, on the White Cloud Ascending Peak, sweet dew sprinkles over Mount Sumeru.

Rumble...

The White Cloud Ascending Peak’s phenomenon rises majestically, forming a heavenly barrier, blocking the path of the Great Burial Sword.

Buzz...

At this moment, the sword light suddenly leaps, like a dragon or snake fleeing, riding the wind, swiftly disappearing, leaving behind emptiness upon turning back, all things within heaven and earth at rest.

”Gone?”

Wang Qingshan’s face changes abruptly, the sword light surprisingly vanishing under the pressure of his White Cloud Ascending Peak.

”Brother...”

Suddenly, Wang Qinghe emits a shrill scream of fear.

Wang Qingshan whirls around, seeing the eerie sword light again jump out, directly entering Wang Qinghe’s spirit platform mud ball, slashing towards his primordial spirit.

”Ah...”

In the next moment, Wang Qinghe screams miserably, kneeling on the ground, the sword light fades, and all strange phenomena dissipate.

He gasps heavily, his body showing no injuries, only pale-faced.

However, at this moment, he looks up abruptly, staring deathly at Zhang Fan, eyes filled with despair and pain.

”You... You destroyed my cultivation?”

Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit returns to body acupoints, looking at him indifferently.

”At a young age, you just have high skill cultivation, yet you dare to show off, speak wildly, sooner or later meet an untimely end on the street. Now your cultivation is abolished, making it difficult to be reckless in the future, thus preserving your life.”

”Blessings in disguise, infinite merit, do not thank me.” Zhang Fan sincerely said.

The intertwining of calamity and fate manifests vividly in Wang Qinghe, though his cultivation is abolished, he escapes future mortal peril, truly a blessing in calamity, fortune born from misfortune.

”Thank you!?” Wang Qinghe’s eyes glare angrily, feeling the man before him behaves like a demon, their thoughts akin to a monster.

”You dare harm people from the Wang Family!?”

Wang Qingshan looks at his brother, clearly sensing Wang Qinghe’s primordial spirit has serious issues, as if being slashed by a knife, like a man missing something, never complete again.

At this moment, signs of decline have emerged in his primordial spirit, soon his cultivation will be completely wasted, becoming ordinary.

This is far more excruciating than death.

”I repeat, no surrender of treasures, no handover of people, only rules, which I can teach you.”

Zhang Fan lifts the teapot, pours himself another cup of tea, sitting throughout without even lifting his backside.

”Fine, Meng Qiwu, you truly are remarkable, bringing such an expert here, I concede this time.”

Wang Qingshan grits his teeth, eventually forced to bow, knowing he cannot surpass Zhang Fan, at least not against that sword just now.

A wise man avoids immediate losses, he can only retreat this time.

”Brother...”

Wang Qinghe listens, his face twitching, unable to restrain himself from calling out.

In the territory of Chang’an, Wang family members have never suffered such loss, having their cultivation abolished, and retreat silently!?

”Leave!”

Wang Qingshan growls low, supporting Wang Qinghe, leaving the teahouse.

Meng Qiwu watches the Wang brothers’ departing figures, a cloud of sorrow inadvertently floating across her delicate face.

”That move wasn’t Zhongnan Mountain’s Great Burial Sword!”

Meng Qiwu turns around, biting her lips, questioning sternly.

”My mother taught me when I was little, but your Zhongnan Mountain’s skill is difficult to master...”

The Great Burial Sword, derived from [Thirty-Six Sword Chapters], is fundamentally a Celestial Master level skill.

Ordinary people, even if they practice, can barely comprehend its mysteries, arduous without gain.

Zhang Fan practiced when young, never exceeding even entry-level, only recently succeeding in divine fusion, elevating his realm, taking it up again, achieving barely rudimentary understanding.

”The form is that of the Great Burial Sword, but its essence is my Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family’s Dragon and Snake Slayer...” Zhang Fan said indifferently.

Meng Qiwu couldn’t help but be moved, having heard the reputation of [Dragon and Snake Slayer].

”Didn’t you just throw the blame onto our Zhongnan Mountain?” Meng Qiwu said with a grim expression.

Now Wang Qingshan will only think that the one who abolished his brother’s cultivation is a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, how else could he have gained the true legacy of the Great Burial Sword!?

”Should I tell him, as a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, you are colluding with South Zhang remnants?” Zhang Fan retorted.

”...” Meng Qiwu was speechless.

She pondered for a while, then shook her head and said, ”You shouldn’t have acted, I could have resolved this.”

”Just because they are Wang family members?”

”The Wang Family wields great influence in Qinxi Province, you don’t understand.” Meng Qiwu said with a pained expression.

”That Wang Qinghe is mediocre, but Wang Qingshan is rather impressive...” Zhang Fan said indifferently.

Just that single move [White Cloud Ascending Peak] is enough to overshadow ninety percent of disciples from the Ten Great Daoist Mountains.

Such mastery and talent warrants the reputation of being part of the Pure Yang Family.

”Wang Qingshan is among the promising candidates for comprehending [Life and Death Ming Chapter] in the Wang Family, not of low status.” Meng Qiwu said solemnly.

Each Pure Yang Family possesses ancestral skills and hidden talents.

The Xu Family has the Dragon Slayer Technique, the Ge Family boasts the Nine-Character Secret, and the Qiu Family practices Innate Skill.

The Wang Family’s closely guarded secret is [Life and Death Ming Chapter], revealing mysteries between life and death, discovering yin and yang.

It was a supreme skill created by Chongyang Zhenren at the time, during enlightenment of [Jia Sheng Gui Si], blazing a new path, within the Living Dead Tomb, later kept in the Wang Family.

Just now Wang Qingshan’s move [White Cloud Ascending Peak] originated from [Life and Death Ming Chapter], reversing one’s vitality back to innate, ordinary people couldn’t withstand such concepts.

”Are you afraid?” Zhang Fan asked.

”Not fear, but reverence... I don’t revere the Wang Family, but Wang Ancestor’s Dharma Lineage.” Meng Qiwu said solemnly.

”You are good at justifying yourself.” Zhang Fan smiled, ”Being bullied, only creating reverence is effective.”

”You’ve made progress, seeming greatly different from last time.”

Meng Qiwu gave Zhang Fan a deep glance, not as powerful as him, but perceptive.

”Certainly different.” Zhang Fan displayed mystery yet elucidated nothing.

The last time he came to Chang’an, divine fusion hadn’t succeeded yet.

”But as for you, you seem lesser than before, is your primordial spirit injured?” Zhang Fan shifted the topic, gazing sharply at Meng Qiwu, as if to see through her.

Meng Qiwu nodded, not concealing anything.

”From sparring days ago, sustaining injuries.”

”Who could hurt you? An Wuyang?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Meng Qiwu’s prowess he has witnessed, among young disciples of Zhongnan Mountain, only a few could surpass her.

”No.” Meng Qiwu shook her head.

”Recently, [23rd Daoist Youth Debate Study Forum] was held in Chang’an, representing participation, encountering a fellow practitioner, sparring led to injury.”

”Who?” Zhang Fan asked.

”Perhaps you’ve heard, an heir of Sanqing Mountain...”

”Yu Xuanji!!”

”Yu Xuanji is in Chang’an!?” Zhang Fan first startled, soon his eyes gleamed brightly.