Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Late night.

A bright moon hangs silently over the vast Pearl Lake, waves rise and fall, swaying the boats on the shore.

On the embankment, an old man painting sets up a lamp, leaning back in his chair, eyes partially open, seemingly waiting for business.

At his age, meeting a customer every few days can bring enough to live warmly.

In the distance, couples occasionally use the cover of night to sneak into the nearby woods.

Zhu Lake Grand Hotel, Zhang Fan’s room happens to offer a full view of the lake; they were weary from travel, so decided to stay here.

This place is merely three to five kilometers from the center of Qin Ancient Town.

Now, what he needs to do is rest and wait for Chen Dragon and the Daoist Alliance experts to arrive.

What Chen Dragon desires must be Zhang Family’s belongings.

Since it’s Zhang Family’s belongings, they are also Zhang Fan’s.

Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan sits cross-legged on the sofa, his Primordial Spirit emerges, hovering three feet above his head, surrounded by interwoven black and white Qi flows, resembling the great sun’s mysterious light, like endless night, weaving and surging, transforming into a vista that nearly covers the entire room.

Buzz...

Meanwhile, a peculiar wave radiates from Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, spreading all around, like a dark invasion, instantly enveloping the entire hotel.

"Hmm!?"

Almost at the same moment, Li Miaoyin in her room suddenly frowns slightly, an unusual feeling arises in her heart.

At her realm, though not devoid of thoughts, she is capable of maintaining ultimate calm, her Primordial Spirit returning, suppressing her consciousness.

However, in that fleeting moment, her consciousness unexpectedly stirs like an unnameable fire, spawning many thoughts, making her Primordial Spirit slightly discordant.

Ordinary people might not notice; after all, their Primordial Spirit is always asleep with thoughts constantly emerging, even in dreams, countless thoughts rise and fall in an instant.

Flower not flower, mist not mist, comes at midnight, departs at dawn, appearing like a spring dream, departing like morning clouds without a trace.

This is the mysterious nature of thoughts, remaining undetected.

Yet such a feeling, for such a powerful cultivator like herself, is akin to a thunderbolt from a clear sky, an echo shaking the empty valley.

Buzz...

Another thought arises, myriad thoughts fly, those fleeting thoughts rush like chaotic streams, unexpectedly leaving Li Miaoyin, converging in the same direction.

"The most vicious in the world, Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?"

Li Miaoyin’s expression turns serious, instinctively looking towards the door, her gaze seemingly penetrating it, seeing Zhang Fan’s room opposite.

Thoughts are initial tribulation in cultivation, causing consciousness to stir in mortals, leaving their Primordial Spirit asleep, hence falling deep into the red dust, estranged from the immortal path.

Though she has long heard of the terror of Divine Demon Holy Embryo, she never imagined the technique to be so fierce; wherever it passes, all cultivators are affected, chaotic thoughts fly like dancing demons, multiple tribulations arise, dark nights roll in, abyss horrors descend.

That moment of discord breaks the balance between Primordial Spirit and consciousness completely.

It’s known that every disparity gives rise to "energy" fluctuations, known as Qi in the Daoist Family.

The manifestation of Dao in the material world is the interaction of Qi’s Yin and Yang, transitioning between balance and imbalance.

The Divine Demon Holy Embryo steals the technique of Yin and Yang, overturns creation, extracts great tribulations to form great medicine, reverses extreme viciousness to ascend in fate.

"He’s mastered this technique, becoming even more terrifying." Li Miaoyin shows worry.

Extracting thoughts as medicine, how dangerously unusual?

If a person is a lamp, then thoughts are the black smoke rising from the lit lamp.

Extracting thoughts means pulling energy from that smoke, condensing the essence, capturing illuminating glow to shine immensely within.

Currently, everyone in the hotel seems covered under that peculiar wave.

Thoughts arise like frenzied tides, tribulations follow like cloud waves.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the dim room, Ge Shuangxiu slowly opens his eyes, awakening from meditation, his expression serious, gazing towards the door.

His Primordial Spirit is extraordinarily powerful, even stronger than Ge Zhenyan, Ge Changfeng, and Qiu Wanmian.

Hence, at this moment, he vaguely feels a bizarre aura hidden within this hotel, continuously absorbing thoughts spread around, like adding fuel to the fire, burning fiercely and becoming overwhelming.

Ge Shuangxiu’s eyes narrow like lines, faintly perceiving the whole hotel shrouded in dense smoke, mixed black vastness, imperceptible.

Undoubtedly, at this moment, the hotel has become a cultivation dead zone, under high skill, who dares step within, crossing the lightning pool even half a step, entering the realm where the night is not bright, Primordial Spirit retreating, impossible to return.

"No wonder the Nine Great Inner Elixir Technique is called the most vicious under heaven." Ge Shuangxiu murmurs softly, gaining new insights into this legendary Inner Core Technique.

Not only is it perilous for the cultivators, the place where this technique is practiced becomes abrupt danger, ordinary cultivators encountering it face great tribulation.

At this moment, Ge Shuangxiu finally somewhat understands why the Rat chose to cooperate with Zhang Fan.

Mastering Divine Demon Holy Embryo, such accomplishment resists being ignored, let alone the terrifying Zhang Fan now, not to mention Zhang Lingzong who has survived five tribulations!?

Rumble...

In Zhang Fan’s room, black and white Qi flows boil around his Primordial Spirit, his position resembles a furnace constantly refining thoughts coming from all directions.

Those strands of thoughts, like rolling black smoke, transform in the furnace, instantly turning into threads of celestial light, nourishing and strengthening Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.