Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The Primordial Spirit is the foundation of cultivation, and something foreign has infiltrated her Primordial Spirit without her knowing. Regardless of what this worm is, it’s terrifying.

It’s like having an outsider enter one’s home without noticing, sending shivers down one’s spine in the dead of night.

"That is a tribulation; in less than half a year, your Primordial Spirit will be completely drained, and you will die without any illnesses."

Zhang Fan’s words instantly made Meng Qiwu break out in a cold sweat, and Ge Shuangxiu beside her showed an even more unusual expression.

Such a method was unheard of for him.

"Yu Xuanji... this isn’t a Daoist Skill from Sanqing Mountain..." Meng Qiwu gritted her silver teeth and said.

"Of course, it’s not a Daoist Skill from Sanqing Mountain." Zhang Fan stood up.

At this moment, he finally began to understand just how terrifying the Three Corpses Gods were. Keeping them around would surely spell endless future trouble.

"She’s at Yunshen Hall, right? Take me there."

"Alright!"

Meng Qiwu nodded, clearly aware of the stakes involved and not daring to delay.

...

Yunshen Hall.

Within the ancient-looking reception room, a wisp of incense smoke swayed, and on the altar, the shrine of Ancestor Wang Chongyang Zhenren was enshrined.

"The Great Burial Sword of Zhongnan Mountain... there doesn’t seem to be such a person among the younger generation of disciples you’ve mentioned."

In front of the shrine, a young man had just finished offering incense, his face like a jade crown, elegant and handsome, exuding an ethereal demeanor in every move.

"Wang Qingyi, I definitely won’t mistake it. That person’s Great Burial Sword must have been truly inherited, and he came along with Meng Qiwu."

Wang Qingshan looked at the young man before him, holding back his usual arrogance due to his character and cultivation...

Wang Qingyi was the top prodigy of the Wang Family in this generation, far surpassing others in the cultivation of the Life and Death Ming Chapter.

He represented the Wang Family at this forum conference.

That’s why Wang Qingshan brought the incapacitated Wang Qinghe to seek his support.

"Brother, I feel so miserable."

At this moment, Wang Qinghe leaned back on the sofa, letting out a painful groan. On the way, he’d fainted seven or eight times, and the decline of his Primordial Spirit was becoming inevitable.

"If this enmity is not avenged, I am unworthy of the Wang name." Wang Qingshan held his brother, his eyes red.

"That’s not the Great Burial Sword of Zhongnan Mountain."

At this moment, a gentle voice drifted in, Wang Qingyi looked up and saw a woman enter. Her aura was exceptionally peculiar, seemingly out of place with the mortal world.

"Xuanji..."

"Yu Xuanji!?" Wang Qingshan’s eyes flickered; of course, he recognized the heir from Sanqing Mountain.

Yu Xuanji remained silent, walking over to Wang Qinghe, raising her jade hand and placing it on his forehead.

"Xuanji, you said this isn’t the Great Burial Sword of Zhongnan Mountain?" Wang Qingyi asked.

Yu Xuanji nodded, slowly withdrawing her hand.

"This is the Dragon and Snake Slayer of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family!"

"Dragon and Snake Slayer!?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingyi couldn’t help but reveal an unusual expression, and Wang Qingshan’s gaze darkened slightly.

"Is that person a master from Beizhang at Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

"I heard Meng Qiwu call him, and it seemed like his surname is Zhang." Wang Qingshan remembered.

"I didn’t expect it; he’s here too." Yu Xuanji’s lips curved slightly into a playful smile.

"Xuanji, do you know him?" Wang Qingyi couldn’t help but ask.

"Yes, if everything goes as expected, he should arrive in no more than an hour."

With that, Yu Xuanji stood up to leave.

"You’re leaving?" Seeing this, Wang Qingyi couldn’t help but ask.

"I don’t want to meet him now; it’s not the right time."

Yu Xuanji paused briefly, walked to the desk, picked up a pen and paper, and bent over to write.

"Taoist Brother Wang, unless absolutely necessary, do not engage in a direct confrontation with this person."

"You value him a lot; do you think I’m not his match?"

Wang Qingyi, so astute, immediately caught the subtext of Yu Xuanji’s words.

"He is a person who fulfills his destiny in tribulation." Yu Xuanji said lightly.

"What do you mean?"

"A person who fulfills their destiny in tribulation, carrying a great catastrophe, is bound to have great luck and extraordinary means, with a character hiding the heart of a thunderbolt..." Yu Xuanji said lightly.

"For such a person, unless you can kill him in one blow, there will be endless future troubles."

"Taoist Brother Wang, you’re extraordinarily gifted and have already understood the true meaning of Ancestor Wang, but to suppress this person, you’d have to enter the Living Dead Tomb and cultivate the Life and Death Ming Chapter to great success..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingyi appeared unmoved, but his eyes remained bright.

He understood the concept of "there is always someone better," and while others might surpass him today, the gap was not insurmountable or unbeatable.

Without such confidence, he would be unworthy of being Chongyang Zhenren’s heir, a descendant of the Wang Family.

"Xuanji, you’re exaggerating. Is there really anyone like that among our peers today?"

"Who does he think he is? The Three Corpses Daoist of the past!?" Wang Qingyi said lightly.

Yu Xuanji remained silent, walked to Wang Qingyi, and handed over the note.

"When you see him, please give this to him for me."

Yu Xuanji smiled gently and turned to leave.

...

Route 603.

A white car sped by, with Meng Qiwu flooring the gas pedal, pushing the speed to the extreme.

"Don’t worry, the person is definitely still there."

Meng Qiwu held the steering wheel, glancing sideways at Zhang Fan.

She could tell that Zhang Fan, temporarily putting aside Qin Ergou’s matter, valued Yu Xuanji even more.

"What originally brought you to Chang’an this time?" Meng Qiwu changed the subject.

"The Living Dead Tomb!" Zhang Fan said bluntly.

Lou Hechuan’s speculations pointed directly to the Living Dead Tomb. If Li Yishan was safe and sound, wanting to overcome tribulation and refine Jia Sheng Gui Si, the most likely hideout was the Living Dead Tomb.

He and Jiang Yunxian came to Chang’an almost every two years.

Moreover, Chongyang Zhenren had once comprehended Jia Sheng Gui Si in the Living Dead Tomb, creating the Life and Death Ming Chapter, ultimately reaching the Great Dao.

That place was nearly a sacred land for Jia Sheng Gui Si practitioners.

"The Living Dead Tomb!?" Meng Qiwu furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head.

"That was Chongyang Zhenren’s mystical cultivation land in the past. Apart from the Wang Family, no one knows where it is."

"Again with the Wang Family." Zhang Fan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes slightly.

"I really do have a fate with their family."

Swoosh...

At this moment, a black car drove past in the opposite direction, brushing past the white car, the whirling wind echoing along the desolate highway.

"Zhang Sheng, concentrate on driving; what are you looking at?"

In the black car, Chu Qingqian sat in the passenger seat, protesting as she saw Zhang Sheng looking back.

"I think I saw my brother." Zhang Sheng murmured softly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn’t your brother still in Great Night, struggling through a tribulation?" Chu Qingqian said sternly.

"Yes, he’s still overcoming his tribulation, but mine is coming soon." Zhang Sheng murmured softly.

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingqian’s eyes showed a hint of worry and concern.

"Where does that so-called Thousand-Year-Old Demon even live? We’ve been driving for over three hours." Chu Qingqian changed the subject.

"Soon, right over the next mountain."

"You said that two mountains ago."

Half an hour later, the black car finally left the highway, taking a small road and stopping at the entrance of a village.

"Is this the place!?"

"Hidden Immortal Village... it should be here."

Zhang Sheng, carrying a backpack, looked at the remaining large characters on the collapsed stone tablet at the village entrance, finally confirming.

"Let’s go!"

Zhang Sheng looked at the address on his phone and walked into the village.

The area was quiet, almost devoid of people, with elderly folk occasionally sunbathing by the grindstone in the yards.

Time seemed to stand still here.

After a moment, Zhang Sheng, with Chu Qingqian, arrived at a small courtyard.

This courtyard was in the corner of the village, the style somewhat oppressive. The bamboo gate opened with a push, and the wind blew the willow leaves like rolling green waves.

"Is that Thousand-Year-Old Demon really living here?" Chu Qingqian couldn’t help but say.

"Is anyone here?" Zhang Sheng called out.

At this moment, in the courtyard, beneath the willow tree, a figure stood, looking sideways.