Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The struggle for the Dao legacy is not a battle of pride; it must be life or death.

"Besides Yuan Tiandu, there will be other experts." Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened.

"Certainly, they must be of Celestial Master caliber." Ge Shuangxiu affirmed with utmost certainty.

When Celestial Masters clash, it’s bound to be earth-shattering. Zhang Fan had witnessed such scenes before.

Whether it was the battle beneath the Imprisoned Immortal Temple between the Lord of the Red Palace, Ming Shenshou, and Lao Mountain Sect Leader Li Chengge.

Or the celestial chaos over the Heaven and Earth Spirit Embryo on Toad Treasure Mountain, which left an indelible mark on Zhang Fan’s memory.

Once a great war begins, others are like ants, not even worthy of approaching; if they come close, they will only face annihilation.

"You don’t have any other preparations, do you?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn’t help but ask.

"What preparations could I have?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, "Those are Celestial Masters. What kind of preparations could handle such a situation?"

"Then your family..."

"Don’t forget, all our family is gone. Besides relying on myself, there’s no one else I can count on."

"This time, the odds are grim." Ge Shuangxiu sighed, "Why not just run away."

"Hold on, it’s not like there’s no preparation at all."

"What?" Ge Shuangxiu pressed for details.

"Rat!" Zhang Fan uttered two words.

"Rat!?"

"The intelligence was leaked by Him; the current situation was also facilitated by Him. I don’t believe He has made no moves at all." Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"If there’s the greatest variable, that would be Him."

Ge Shuangxiu, upon hearing this, showed a thoughtful expression.

Thud, thud, thud...

At this moment, a series of solid footsteps echoed, striking Zhang Fan and Ge Shuangxiu’s ears in an exceptionally distinctive way.

He looked up and saw a group of people walking in, among them were Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian.

"Members of the Pure Yang Family are here too." Zhang Fan lowered his head and quickly withdrew his gaze.

That night, although he concealed his form and fought these two with only his Primordial Spirit, he didn’t want to attract their attention.

"The person beside them is Qiu Buyi!"

Ge Changfeng lowered his head and whispered, "Even he has come."

Qiu Buyi is an outstanding figure of the Qiu Family, much more terrifying in strength than Qiu Wanmian.

"We can’t let them see me." Ge Shuangxiu whispered.

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian both knew him; now that Qin Ancient Town has become a place of contention, anyone appearing here is definitely suspicious.

"You leave through the back door first." Zhang Fan said calmly.

As the words fell, Ge Shuangxiu stood up and walked toward the back door.

Though his movements were extremely subtle, they still caught Qiu Wanmian’s attention.

She had just sat down, and as her gaze swept over, she took in the entire scene of the shop. Ge Shuangxiu’s back was like a glaring light, instantly provoking her nerves.

"What happened?" Nearby, Ge Changfeng sensed the anomaly and asked.

"The back seems familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere before." Qiu Wanmian said somberly.

Upon hearing this, Ge Changfeng realized it too. He raised his hand and shouted sharply, "You there, stop."

Rumble...

The words had just fallen when, suddenly, an invisible wave surged skyward, expanding abruptly in the small teahouse, layer upon layer, like turbulent waves pressing at Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian.

"A Primordial Spirit!?"

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian’s expressions changed dramatically. The wave of Primordial Spirit, and not just any Primordial Spirit, such terrifying oppression made even them feel a hint of trepidation; the Spirit Platform between their eyebrows trembled, almost uncontrollable.

In an illusion, they saw the light of the lake before them, as clear as the Xuantian, reflecting the vast heavens.

Such a Primordial Spirit, imbued with extraordinary majesty, merely the imposing pressure made them feel powerless to resist.

"Good, this small town indeed hides experts."

At this moment, Qiu Buyi, seated nearby, finally moved. His eyes flickered with light, like the night retreating and dawn breaking.

A potent and imposing aura surged upward.

Qiu Buyi’s Primordial Spirit emerged, majestic and grand, as if a red sun reflected in the sky, causing the lake light to tremble, the mountain colors to obscure, swiftly, it blocked the oppressive wave before Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian.

"Hmm!?"

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but let out a slight exclamation.

He discovered that Qiu Buyi’s Primordial Spirit was exceedingly peculiar, able to resonate with his own Primordial Spirit, spreading along the wave.

If Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was a lone wild goose, then at this moment, another identical wild goose appeared in the sky, creating a deep connection and entanglement.

"Indeed worthy of the Pure Yang Family."

Zhang Fan softly sighed. At this moment, he raised his palm gently, slowly lowering it, the trajectory drawn was extraordinarily mysterious, like dragons and snakes rising from the land, spanning thousands of miles, in the twists, his form counter-slashes, suddenly rendering everything void.

Silently slays dragon and snake, all matters cease to exist, all becomes void.

Such an intention, like a profound spring dream, once awakened, leaves no trace.

In just a fleeting moment, Zhang Fan severed the connection with Qiu Buyi’s Primordial Spirit.

"Hmm!?"

Qiu Buyi’s face changed dramatically, a deep disbelief appeared in his eyes.

This person’s method seemed ordinary, yet could capture the deity and turn void, breaking his Daoist Skill.

Hum...

Almost simultaneously, Qiu Buyi’s Primordial Spirit returned to his body acupoints. He suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the entire teahouse. However, within his sight, there was no one special anymore.

As for Zhang Fan, he had left long before.

"Brother..."

"The experts of the Wuwei Sect have indeed come." Qiu Buyi said gravely, "The one I just used was the Miao Fa within the Innate Skill."

"Primordial Spirit Mirror, nothing escapes."

"This person actually broke my Technique!?"

Qiu Buyi’s brows furrowed, almost knitting into a ’川’ character. Since mastering the Innate Skill, he had never encountered such a thing.

"Let’s go." Qiu Buyi’s face was grim, turning to leave.

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian exchanged a glance and followed after.

...

At this moment, Zhang Fan was already three streets away.

"Zhang Fan, I’m here."

In the distance, Ge Shuangxiu waved his hand and called out.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fan promptly went over.

"How was it?"

"No worries, I didn’t entangle with them." Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Lucky you didn’t stir up trouble." Ge Shuangxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"At this time, stirring up trouble would alarm Chen Dragon, and it would all be for naught." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"That Qiu Buyi is quite intriguing, his Daoist Skill is very special."

Recalling the sensation earlier, Zhang Fan felt a profound aftertaste.

"Zhang Fan, are you Zhang Fan?"

At this moment, a fish-selling aunt by the roadside stared at Zhang Fan, examining him as if confirming.

"Hmm?"

"Is your father Zhang Lingzong?" The fish-selling aunt asked.

"And you are..." Zhang Fan’s eyes revealed suspicion.

"So you’re indeed Old Zhang’s son. I just heard this young man call you; I wasn’t sure at first. Suddenly you’re all grown up, how are your parents doing?" The fish-selling aunt exclaimed joyfully.

"Aunt, you know my parents?"

"Yes, definitely know them. I lived near your family back then; your dad often bought fish for your mom to stew soup." The fish-selling aunt said with a smile.

"You were our previous neighbor?" Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up.

He was worried about finding the ancestral home, and unexpectedly, after having breakfast, he found a surprising hint.

"You definitely don’t remember; you left with your parents when you were only three." The fish-selling aunt smiled warmly and looked at Zhang Fan.

Obviously, Zhang Lingzong bought many fish from their shop back then.

"How are your parents? Is your dad still working at the cremation site?"

"Um... they’re fine, he’s not working there anymore." Zhang Fan said with a forced smile.

"Time has passed so quickly; you’ve grown up overnight." The fish-selling aunt looked at Zhang Fan, expressing emotion.

"Are you married yet?"

"Not yet. I just graduated last year and haven’t had a chance to consider personal matters." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"Speaking of, my chubby son was born the same year as you, he’s getting married at the end of the year."

At these words, the fish-selling aunt wiped her hands on her apron, the smile on her face slightly faded, showing a bit of sentimental emotion.

"If your brother hadn’t died back then, he would be at the age to marry and raise a family."

"Ah, that’s really unfortunate."

"Aunt, what are you talking about?" Zhang Fan was taken aback, then immediately asked.