Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Desolate long night, bright moon and sparse stars.

The drifting words echoed on the cold and clear old street, seemingly like a life-taking talisman, stunning the Primordial Spirit, chilling people to the bone.

Remnants of the South Zhang, Zhang Family renegade.

Such an identity seems out of place with this bustling red dust and murky mortal world.

"Beizhang!?"

Zhang Fan’s expression changed abruptly, his hand playing with the Black Iron Plate clenched tightly, he stared intently at the old street administrator in front of him, a strong sense of vigilance and unease rose in his heart.

No need for excessive words, his first reaction was that this person must be from the Northern Zhang Lineage.

It’s like natural arch enemies, sensing each other.

"As expected of the Great Spirit Sect King’s child, quick-witted." The administrator wearing a hat was expressionless, his eyelids lifted slightly.

"Beizhang, Zhang Evil!"

As the words fell, Zhang Evil slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing a shiny bald head, a knife scar on top intimidating like a centipede coiled up.

Meanwhile, a faint peculiar fragrance dispersed over the long, dim old street.

"Kan electro cooking stirring gold water square, fire arises Kunlun dark and light. If two objects are combined naturally, the elixir becomes mature and the body fragrant..."

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, and a sentence from the Daoist Alchemy Scripture emerged in his mind.

Daoist cultivation, fire rises from water, gather fire to carry gold, reaching the peak of Kunlun, merging the two Great Medicines, adding the nurturing effort, once the alchemy is mature, naturally transparent and fragrant all over.

In other words...

"Fragrant all over, Sect Leader Realm!?"

Ge Shuangxiu’s brow jumped, his complexion turned extremely unsightly.

Though the High Skill Realm might also show the fragrant phenomenon, it’s a fake scent, relying only on the effect of Descent of Truth.

Only those truly in the Sect Leader Realm, an Inner Core already formed, can display this phenomenon.

Bear in mind, Daoist cultivation, reaching Ancestor Lv’s level, with Dual Cultivation of Body and Spirit nearing Great Success.

The secret of Sexual Skill lies in the Primordial Spirit.

The foundation of Life Skill lies in the Inner Core.

Gathering medicine internally for Circulation, refining Essence Qi into True Yang, nurturing the Primordial Spirit, the beginning of Dual Cultivation of Body and Spirit.

As for the Primordial Spirit’s impurity removal, True Yang congealing into a core, this signifies Great Success in Destiny, also known as the Sect Leader Realm.

The mystery of this realm is unimaginable, True Yang like boiling, Four Symbols gathering in the center, Inner Core begins to form, Mysterious Pearl appears, Kan and Li Exchange, revealing Qian Yuan, smoke vanishing and fire extinguished, thus forming one Dragon and Tiger Rejuvenating Pill.

Such level of expert, cultivation unimaginable, Inner Core forming, prolonging life, eliminating diseases, activating the body’s potential thoroughly, worthy of being called a Great Demon of the human body, a Great Demon of the physical body.

"You go first!" Zhang Fan lowered his gaze and spoke softly.

"But..."

Ge Shuangxiu’s expression changed slightly, hesitating.

"Go, or neither of us will leave." Zhang Fan’s expression was grave, knowing a thing or two about the fearsome Sect Leader Realm.

That day on Tusk Mountain, Monkey Yuan Ling Crown was in the Sect Leader Realm, that day he emerged suddenly, killing all around.

If not for Prince Qin of the Qin Family awakening from the living dead state, no one could have withstood him.

Such level of person, in this bustling red dust, is nearly an invincible existence.

Ge Shuangxiu looked at the administrator in front, eyes cold, gritted his teeth, turned around and left, disappearing into the boundless night.

From start to finish, Zhang Evil watched without any movements to obstruct, as if in his sight only Zhang Fan remained.

"As expected of a Beizhang expert, calm and unruffled." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"You want to use him as bait, mislead me to chase, so you can escape alive?" Zhang Evil said faintly.

"Seems you’ve engaged in such base acts of betraying comrades." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"Impressive, impressive!"

Upon these words, Zhang Evil laughed.

"What is the senior laughing at?"

"I laugh that Zhang Lingzong’s child is so naive." Zhang Evil chuckled lightly: "Reaching my level, how could mere words disrupt my mind, move my thoughts?"

"If that’s so, why pursue cultivation, why refine the Dao?"

"Senior misunderstood."

Zhang Fan shook his head at the words, and pocketed the Black Iron Plate he had been playing with.

"Junior doesn’t intend to perturb your mind, just simply curse you."

"..."

Zhang Evil’s smile gradually faded from his face, yet his eyes remained unwaveringly calm, in fact, looking at Zhang Fan with a hint of mockery and pity.

Standing with hands behind his back, his soft voice resonated.

"Even if life spans a hundred years, its fate and fortunes are unpredictable. Yesterday walking the streets, today sleeping in the coffin."

Zhang Fan’s eyes brightened, confidently replied: "Wives and wealth left behind are not yours, forthcoming sins are hard to deceive oneself. If the Great Medicine isn’t sought, how to encounter it? Encountering it without refining is foolishness."

"As expected of Zhang Lingzong’s child, unflustered in distress, indeed has demeanor." Zhang Evil looking at Zhang Fan, couldn’t help but reveal a look of admiration.

"This asking Dao poem is the introductory poem for children of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family, you speak it fluently."

"Indeed, I almost forgot, you’re also from the Zhang Family, surnamed Zhang, only it’s a pity..."

"What is senior trying to say?" Zhang Fan’s eyes grew cold, True Yang boiling in him, Primordial Spirit in heightened caution.

"A hundred years of life, merely a flash, no one knows tomorrow’s fortunes, only cultivation is heavenly destiny."

"It’s a pity, though you are also surnamed Zhang, tonight you will lie dead on the street, while I have the Great Medicine, the Inner Core formed."

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Evil’s aura seemed to have reached its peak, standing there, hands behind his back, immovable as a mountain, yet cutting off all ten directions of retreat.

Rumbling...

At almost the same moment, Zhang Fan moved, he stepped forward, forming a Dharma Seal with his hand, True Yang raging like a tide, red flames fiercely burning the heavens.