Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The warm sun spilled down, filtering through the rippling green waves of willow branches, falling into the tranquil courtyard.

Under the willow tree, a silhouette turned to look over, dressed in black leather, with a black headscarf, deep as night in the bright daylight.

"Thousand-Year-Old Demon!?"

Zhang Sheng looked at the other, tentatively asking.

The Thousand-Year-Old Demon online was a well-read and deeply knowledgeable figure, adept in the teachings of various Daoist sects. In Zhang Sheng’s eyes, this might be a Daoist elder, a reclusive master, forming a stark contrast with the youthful figure before him.

Therefore, he couldn’t be sure if this young man in black leather was truly the Thousand-Year-Old Demon.

"That old fellow has made many connections." The youth in black leather said coolly.

"That old fellow has already run off, you’re late..."

"I am late too!"

The youth in black leather lowered his gaze, a coldness emerging on his handsome, wild face.

"Hmm? Ran away?" Zhang Sheng was surprised, feeling strange about such words.

"Then you are..."

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, the youth in black leather gently twitched his nose, looking at Zhang Sheng again.

"Someone from the Zhang Family..."

As soon as he spoke, Zhang Sheng was visibly moved, and Chu Qingqian beside him appeared more wary.

"It’s been many years since I’ve seen someone from the Zhang Family." The youth in black leather sighed, as a trace of reminiscence arose in his deep eyes, as dark as the night.

"Who are you?" Chu Qingqian asked coldly, her vigilance to the extreme.

Zhang Sheng’s identity was extremely sensitive; he was not only surnamed Zhang, but also part of South Zhang’s residual flame.

This mysterious youth in front of them saw through it with just a glance, which was highly abnormal.

"The little cat from Ailao Mountain?"

The youth in black leather glanced at Chu Qingqian, laughing: "That old cat didn’t die out completely, that’s unreasonable."

"You..."

Chu Qingqian’s beautiful eyes trembled, shock thickening in her gaze.

This black-clad youth not only discerned Zhang Sheng’s background, but also hers with just a few words!

"If you’re not the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, then who are you?"

At this moment, Zhang Sheng stepped forward slightly, blocking in front of Chu Qingqian.

With his cultivation and realm, at this moment, he felt an extremely dangerous aura from this black-clad youth.

However, even this subtle movement did not escape the eyes of this black-clad youth.

"You’re not just any Zhang Family disciple... The incense is strong, you’ve obtained an upper grade Daoist title..."

"Eh?"

Suddenly, the black-clad youth raised his eyelids, an unexpected glint appearing in his deep eyes.

"You’ve actually cultivated Jia Sheng Gui Si!?"

As he spoke, Chu Qingqian looked at Zhang Sheng in surprise, the latter’s face also revealing a look of disbelief.

If the other could see his origins and background, Zhang Sheng could remain calm; but to voice even his upper grade Daoist title and cultivation of the Jia Sheng Gui Si technique, secrets so concealed, was astonishing.

Even Chu Qingqian was unaware of this final secret.

"Who are you? In this world, those who can see through me number surely no more than a handful." Zhang Sheng composed himself, solemnly stating.

Such names are enough to make the world tremble.

"I don’t use sight, but smell. In this world, there’s no secret my nose can’t detect." The youth in black leather calmly stated.

"You are..."

Chu Qingqian exclaimed in shock, her delicate face revealing astonishment. With just a few lines of description, she guessed the origin of this youth before her.

That name came to her mind urgently. Across the earthly mountains and seas, among the countless demonic ghosts, only he could be called the world’s number one...

"King Yan!" Chu Qingqian looked at the black-clad youth before her, her voice trembling.

"The world’s top Demon!?"

Zhang Sheng’s gaze was as focused as a line—a moment in which, in his eyes, heaven and earth seemed to dissolve, leaving only this person like the vast sky.

This was the one who once followed the former world’s greatest master, the Three Corpses Daoist, a top-ranking great demon in today’s world.

"Did that old cat ever mention me?" King Yan looked indifferently at Chu Qingqian.

"Mention... mentioned..." Chu Qingqian stammered.

"Nothing good, I presume."

"Yes, none of it was good." Chu Qingqian nodded.

"..."

"I’m leaving."

King Yan glanced around, his gaze turning lazy. He stepped forward, about to leave.

"Senior, did you also come here to find the Thousand-Year-Old Demon?" Zhang Sheng asked.

"Stay away from that old thing; it’s very dangerous." King Yan stopped and said seriously.

"Who is he?" Zhang Sheng pursued.

If King Yan, the world’s top Demon, called him dangerous, he must be a terrifying figure.

"Unknown."

"I’ve searched for him for many years, always searching, always searching..." King Yan whispered softly, unsure whether speaking to Zhang Sheng or confiding in time.

As his words fell, King Yan walked out of the courtyard.

"Senior..." Zhang Sheng called out.

"I don’t wish to interact with Zhang Family members, nor do I like them..." King Yan shook his head. "Yet, meeting like this, there is some fate..."

"Here’s a piece of advice, practicing the technique of cultivating three lives together has endless consequences, the Tribulation is near!"

As he finished speaking, King Yan stepped forward, disappearing from sight.

Zhang Sheng’s gaze was heavy, after a moment he sighed: "The world’s top Demon, truly deserves his title..."

"What did he mean by that? Endless consequences, and what’s this Tribulation near?" Chu Qingqian worriedly asked.

Zhang Sheng remained silent.

"Speak..." Chu Qingqian urged with some impatience.

"I died once when I was young..." Zhang Sheng suddenly said.