Starting Cultivation During a Trip

"Died once? What do you mean by died once?" Chu Qingqian asked in confusion.

"The day my brother was born..." Zhang Sheng murmured softly, "Later, a cultivator practicing Jia Sheng Gui Si passed this Alchemy Technique on to me through the Life Division Skill."

"He is Li Cunsi, a close friend of my father and the previous Lord of the Profound Palace."

"I have heard this name before..." Chu Qingqian spoke with a focused voice.

"The Life Sharing Technique itself is a Tribulation Method for Jia Sheng Gui Si..." Zhang Sheng said solemnly.

Jia Sheng Gui Si is a taboo against the heavens, breaking the boundaries of life and death, a technique that reverses the cosmic order.

Because of this, it is full of calamities, destined not to be accomplished with the strength of one person alone.

"Everyone has only one life..."

If alive, one cannot die; if dead, one cannot live, just like Schrödinger’s cat.

How then can one break the cycle of life and death?

So, in ancient times, within Jia Sheng Gui Si there was a Life Sharing Technique, sharing life and death perfectly, with the same cultivation method.

"Li Cunsi shared his life with you, and so you also began cultivating Jia Sheng Gui Si?" Chu Qingqian asked.

"Yes, from that moment on, Li Cunsi was as good as dead."

"But he didn’t truly die." Zhang Sheng thought for a moment.

That state is quite peculiar, existing between life and death, neither dead nor alive, like Schrödinger’s cat.

"Life Division is also Tribulation Division, yet ultimately only one person can succeed; as my Divine Techniques grow, they occupy more dominance..." Zhang Sheng said in a focused tone.

"You mean... the balance of life and death has been broken?" Chu Qingqian, perceptive as Linglong, instantly saw the flaw in this technique.

Eventually, only one person can complete Jia Sheng Gui Si, and the balance of life and death begins to tilt, with Li Cunsi nearing true death.

"If he dies, does that mean you’ve completed Jia Sheng Gui Si?" Chu Qingqian speculated.

"It’s not that simple." Zhang Sheng shook his head.

"This isn’t a matter of sacrificing one to gain another; once the balance of life and death is broken, it could lead to a greater calamity."

Like two people carrying a load together, suddenly one withdraws, breaking the balance and causing the entire system to collapse.

None of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods is easy to master; each step is fraught with calamities.

"It was at this moment a variable appeared." Zhang Sheng said in a solemn voice.

"A variable?"

"Li Cunsi had a son named Li Yishan, who saw Jia Sheng Gui Si from his ’dead’ father’s body and mastered this unrivaled Alchemy Technique."

"Mastered without a teacher!?"

Chu Qingqian’s beautiful face showed a hint of solemnity.

The Nine Supreme Laws, ancient and secretive; those who can understand their intricacies with guidance are one in ten thousand, let alone mastering them without a teacher?

"Demon!?"

"Skillful Method, Daoist Non-action... Such an Alchemy Technique obtained naturally, destined by heaven, truly elusive." Zhang Sheng lamented.

"He became the third person to master Jia Sheng Gui Si and shared his life with Li Cunsi..." Zhang Sheng said in a focused tone.

"Balance reestablished!"

"Meaning..."

"Three lives as one, sharing the same calamity." Zhang Sheng uttered softly, his lips parting.

Li Cunsi, Li Yishan, and his Jia Sheng Gui Si all originate from the same source; thus, they share glory and loss, life and death, generating great calamity.

That’s why King Yan said that three lives cultivating one technique leads to endless trouble.

The key is that ultimately, only one of them can truly master this technique, while the other two merely serve him.

"We three, whenever one encounters calamity, the other two are affected." Zhang Sheng spoke solemnly.

"He just said a great calamity is near." Chu Qingqian showed a worried expression.

"He truly deserves respect for being by the side of the Three Corpses Daoist, in today’s world, aside from Pure Yang Zhenren, no one else could claim to overshadow him." Zhang Sheng recalled King Yan’s presence and couldn’t help but lament.

The former big black dog beside the Three Corpses Daoist is now praised as a Dao Ancestor, esteemed as top-tier in the world.

"Zhang Sheng..." Chu Qingqian cared little about worldly affairs or powerful figures; her eyes were only on Zhang Sheng.

"Let’s go."

Zhang Sheng patted Chu Qingqian’s shoulder, turned, and left the tranquil courtyard.

Chu Qingqian watched his back and could only follow.

...

At this time, Yunshen Hall.

A black car parked at the entrance to the hall.

At the reception desk, Zhang Fan, Meng Qiwu, and Ge Shuangxiu stood waiting there.

"Sorry, Miss Yu Xuanji just checked out." The receptionist looked at the checkout information and replied.

"Checked out?" Zhang Fan frowned.

"When?"

"An hour ago!"

"How coincidental!?" Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "Should we chase?"

"It’s too late!" Zhang Fan shook his head.

Though he hurried, he was still a step too late; yet at this moment, he found himself calm.

If the Three Corpses Gods were really with Yu Xuanji, even if he faced them now, he wasn’t confident he could subdue them.

Currently, Zhang Fan’s understanding of the Three Corpses Gods is still quite superficial.

However, even if he missed this time, they would inevitably meet again one day.

"Meng Qiwu..."

Just then, a clear voice came from the side.

Zhang Fan turned to see a young man walking slowly, followed by a familiar figure, none other than Wang Qingshan.

"Wang Qingyi!?"

Meng Qiwu saw the visitor and called out his name, her beautiful eyes showing a deep sense of meaning, and she instinctively looked at Wang Qingshan beside her.

Among the younger generation of the Wang Family, Wang Qingyi is considered top-tier.

This time, he represented the Wang Family to attend the forum exchange at Zhongnan Mountain, showing his extraordinary status.

Wang Qingshan appeared beside him, obviously summoning this Wang Family prodigy, to speak up for Wang Qinghe.

"I will give you an explanation about Wang Qinghe’s situation." Meng Qiwu spoke in a focused tone.

After all, Zhongnan Mountain is the host, and she didn’t want unnecessary conflicts to create news here.

"No need."

Wang Qingyi raised his hand and said, "Is Junior Sister Meng scolding someone? My cousin was reckless and dared to show off without skill, naturally deserving some lessons. If I aggressively stood for him, what does that make me?"

Wang Qingyi’s words indeed displayed the demeanor of the Pure Yang Wang Family.

Listening to Wang Qingyi, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but take another look.

"Do you know which expert taught my incapable cousin a lesson?"

Wang Qingyi’s gaze moved between Zhang Fan and Ge Shuangxiu; both appeared extraordinary in his eyes, with Ge Shuangxiu’s aura hidden yet murderous.

As for Zhang Fan, his presence seemed ordinary, yet Wang Qingyi looked twice more because of this.

"Zhang Fan!?"

Wang Qingyi asked tentatively, having about seventy percent confidence that it was this person who crippled Wang Qinghe.

"Do you know me?" Zhang Fan looked at Wang Qingshan beside him, seemingly with deeper meaning.

"No, but someone knows you." Wang Qingyi shook his head, "She asked me to bring you a letter."

"Who?"

"Yu Xuanji!" Wang Qingyi said faintly.

At these words, Zhang Fan’s eyes suddenly darkened; he finally understood why Yu Xuanji suddenly left, as she’d seen the Wang Family and witnessed the methods left on Wang Qinghe.

"This is what she left for you."

Saying this, Wang Qingyi handed Yu Xuanji’s paper note over.

Zhang Fan took it, opened it, and saw only one sentence.

"We will ultimately be together!"

These simple seven words made Zhang Fan’s gaze become extremely cold; only he could see the danger and arrogance hidden within them.

Yet, everyone glanced over, looking at the small sentence on the paper note, all stunned, then their expressions became wonderfully varied.