Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 741: Chapter 357: Three Corpses Gods and Yu Xuanji! Thousand-Year-Old Demon

Yu Xuanji, an inheritor of Sanqing Mountain, was the only survivor of the Ten Thousand Mountains Battle.

Amidst the vast Hundred Thousand Mountains, where the Three Gods converge, escaping the Great Night of Darkness Tribulation, she faced Li Changgeng in their third life-and-death battle. In such chaotic circumstances, even North Zhang disciple Zhang Huntu was doomed, Chen Dragon appeared, and the Demon Leader stabilized the situation, yet Yu Xuanji managed to escape unscathed, becoming the sole survivor.

”She’s actually come to Chang’an City!?” Zhang Fan was slightly moved at heart.

Back then, when Yu Xuanji fled back to Sanqing Mountain, he worried for a while, fearing she might expose him.

However, so much time passed, and there was no movement from Sanqing Mountain, nor any news from White Crane Temple, which surprised Zhang Fan.

Logically, Li Changgeng’s death shouldn’t have been covered up.

”You know her?”

Upon seeing Zhang Fan’s reaction, Meng Qiwu couldn’t help but ask.

She knew Yu Xuanji, being an inheritor of Sanqing Mountain, seldom ventured outside and rarely associated with other Daoist Sect disciples, so logically she shouldn’t have any interaction with Zhang Fan.

”Yes, an old acquaintance.” Zhang Fan’s gaze sharp as a line, immediately asked.

”Where is she now?”

”Yunshen Hall!” Meng Qiwu answered casually.

The 23rd Daoist Youth Forum is organized by the Daoist Alliance, hosted by Zhongnan Mountain, and sponsored by Dao Tianxia Culture Co., Ltd. All participants are accommodated at Yunshen Hall.

This is a leisure and wellness hotel, with Zhongnan Mountain and the Wang Family holding shares in it.

”The scale of this conference is not small, your Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance president was also invited to attend, but he got delayed by something and only arrived yesterday, only able to attend the closing ceremony,” Meng Qiwu said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan showed an expression of understanding.

Originally, Lou Hechuan was supposed to attend, but coincidentally, when trouble erupted in Qin Ancient Town, the three Celestial Masters gathered to besiege Chen Dragon, he naturally couldn’t leave.

Now, with the three Celestial Masters perished, Lou Hechuan, as the Jiangnan Province official, has been relieved of his duties and escorted to Shangjing for accountability.

All these matters are top secret, so Meng Qiwu naturally didn’t know.

”So Wu Qingnang came to attend the closing ceremony of this forum.”

No wonder Zhang Fan met Wu Qingnang at the airport, the acting president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

Buzz...

At this moment, an unusual fluctuation spread from Zhang Fan’s forehead, like ripples expanding to cover the entire tea room.

”Zhang Fan...”

Meng Qiwu’s face changed slightly, feeling her Primordial Spirit, under this ripple’s cover, like a stone in the river, its outline projected in Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit Observation.

At this moment, she felt as though she had no secrets left before Zhang Fan.

”How did your Primordial Spirit become so strong?” Meng Qiwu’s eyes trembled, utterly shocked.

The current Zhang Fan was completely different from when she first met him.

”How did you get so severely injured?” Zhang Fan’s brow furrowed as he looked at Meng Qiwu, showing a serious expression.

He knew Yu Xuanji’s strength well, stronger than Meng Qiwu but not by much, the gap shouldn’t be so vast as to leave such heavy injuries.

”In such a short time, has she improved so much?” Zhang Fan’s brows knitted tightly.

”I did get injured, but it’s nothing serious, a month’s rest and I’ll recover,” Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan, thinking his reaction overly intense, her injury wasn’t severe enough to be so heavy.

Zhang Fan’s eyelids lifted slightly, remaining silent.

Buzz...

Suddenly, his Spirit Platform trembled, his Primordial Spirit about to emerge, three layers of mystical light flickering above, as if three silhouettes were hidden in the void, with Red Dust Descent Technique, Decree of the Nine Netherworld, Miao Koudao Gate Entry Method, Floating Away from the Human World and Refining Profound Sect.

With this phenomenon, whether it was Meng Qiwu or Ge Shuangxiu, their expressions drastically changed, instinctively standing up.

They felt their foreheads tingle, their Primordial Spirits nearly jumping out, as if faced with a great terror.

Boom...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit formed a seal with both hands, a grayish mass of air was drawn from Meng Qiwu’s Primordial Spirit, like incense smoke, swirling impressively.

This grayish mass of air, once separated from Meng Qiwu’s Spirit Platform, when contacting reality and falling into the mortal world, surprisingly transformed into a bizarre wiggling worm.

”This is...”

Meng Qiwu’s face drastically changed, her eyes filled with deep shock.

She didn’t know when such a thing had crept into her Primordial Spirit, the worm before her was extremely peculiar, seemingly real yet fake, as though it came from the void, appearing in the mortal world. Even with Primordial Spirit Observation, its true nature was hard to discern.

”Three Corpses God!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes widened, his expression darkening further.

Buzz...

The next moment, three layers of mystical light flickered behind him, the eerie figure actually captured the worm, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed it alive.

Such an inconceivable scene made Meng Qiwu and Ge Shuangxiu’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Boom...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit vibrated fiercely, displaying an extremely terrifying frequency, his surrounding mystical light turning into particles, followed by layers of mixed black air being refined, dispersing into the void, flowing into invisibility.

Huff...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body acupoints, he slowly opened his eyes, filled with solemnity.

”No wonder... So the Three Corpses Gods have colluded with Yu Xuanji, you seek death!” Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, coldly exclaiming in his heart.

”Zhang Fan, what was that thing just now?” Meng Qiwu’s voice pulled Zhang Fan’s thoughts back, recalling that eerie worm, she felt a chill down her spine.