Starting Cultivation During a Trip

At that time, he was just an obscure little figure.

Yet that night’s encounter changed his life forever.

"Ah..."

At that moment, a scream erupted from the Red Sun Building not far away, instantly pulling Lou Hechuan back from his thoughts.

"The True Words are dead!"

Ge Changfeng’s gaze was icy as he intertwined his fingers, crushing the phone in his hand to powder.

"That demon is probably about to break out."

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him.

Ge Changfeng turned to look and saw a woman approaching, with bright eyes and white teeth, an aura of transcendence, her long hair tied in a bun, like she had stepped out of a painting.

"Qiu Wanmian!"

Ge Changfeng spoke softly to greet her.

The Qiu family, like the Ge family, was a Pure Yang family. He might be proud in front of others, but Qiu Wanmian’s background, foundation, and talent were in no way lesser than his.

"Yes."

Qiu Wanmian nodded in acknowledgment, then looked towards Lou Hechuan.

"Elder Lou, that Wuwei Demon is probably getting impatient."

"It’s already a turtle in a jar," Lou Hechuan said lightly.

"But we must still guard against them feinting to the east while attacking the west," Qiu Wanmian said with implied meaning.

"Soon, someone might rush out as a decoy."

"As long as we catch one, the rest can’t escape," Ge Changfeng said coldly.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a terrifying aura shot up into the sky, appearing from the Red Sun Building.

"It’s here!"

Ge Changfeng raised an eyebrow.

"Out-of-Body Experience!?"

Lou Hechuan, Qiu Wanmian, Ge Changfeng... and many other experts saw a primordial spirit blur like an afterimage, quickly fleeing from the Red Sun Building towards the periphery.

"There are still people in the building, don’t let your guard down," Qiu Wanmian warned aloud.

Buzz...

At the same time, Ge Changfeng slapped his forehead, his primordial spirit emerged and chased after the fleeing shadow.

Almost simultaneously, that primordial spirit abruptly stopped, lingering under the night sky.

The black Qi swirled around him, like an endless abyss, concealing his aura completely, the strange phenomenon seemed to fuse with the darkness behind him.

"Not running anymore?"

Qiu Wanmian, always quick-witted, was still stunned and bewildered by the primordial spirit’s sudden action.

Tonight, the Heaven and Earth Net was set, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance experts had already sealed this place, not to mention the Ge and Qiu family experts waiting like tigers for prey.

In such a situation, even a desperate break for freedom was a slim chance of survival, yet in this urgent moment, instead of seizing time, he halted his form.

She couldn’t fathom why, no matter how hard she tried.

"Abandon the rook to save the king?"

A guess instantly formed in Qiu Wanmian’s mind, seeing this as the most plausible explanation.

The primordial spirit that escaped was just a minor character, a sacrificial bait meant to draw fire, so the real important figure might find a sliver of opportunity to survive.

"Surround the Red Sun Building."

Qiu Wanmian ordered softly, her figure leaping towards the building.

"Leave this small fry to me," Ge Changfeng understood.

A powerful atmosphere surged from his primordial spirit, eightfold primordial light ascended like myriad stars illuminating the prolonged night, pressing down on that solitary primordial spirit.

"Great Master Eighth Realm!"

"Just like Ge Shuangxiu said."

At that moment, Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit slowly opened its eyes. Facing Ge Changfeng’s primordial spirit, he took a step, straddling across, forming a square inch of space.

"Hmm!?"

Such a move caused Qiu Wanmian to halt her steps, instinctively looking up.

"Do you think that reaching the Great Master Eighth Realm allows you to act with impunity?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan softly shouted, his primordial spirit expanded like the vast sky enveloping the earth, blocking out the heavens. At this moment, moonlight shattered, stars and clouds extinguished, the terrifying aura shook the world, even the eightfold primordial light quivered, unable to maintain itself.

"This is..."

Qiu Wanmian’s face paled, her beautiful eyes filled with deep doubt and astonishment.

Lou Hechuan’s gray eyebrows shot up, a trace of confusion on his face.

Originally thought to be just a minor role used as bait, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit’s vastness was as immense as the River Sea, how could there be such a phenomenon!?

"You want to suppress me?"

Ge Changfeng’s eyes shone fiercely, revealing a ruthless expression. As a disciple of a Pure Yang Family, a Great Master Eighth Realm expert, if he were still belittled by others, it would be a joke indeed.

Thinking of this, he let out a light shout, and the eightfold Primordial Light behind him brightened again, burning like eternal True Flame, shooting straight into the clouds.

In an instant, everyone seemed to be in a daze, as if starlight and clouds arose again, eight Yuan overlapped, like True Mysticism.

"He intends to overpower with force." Qiu Wanmian saw through it clearly.

With eightfold Primordial Light Protection, this Primordial Spirit was as unbreakable as diamond; the Primordial Spirits of ordinary experts would shatter upon touch.

Hoo...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit remained unmoved, the mixed black Qi grew denser, seemingly indistinguishable from the perpetual night behind.

The next moment, the two Primordial Spirits suddenly collided.

Rumble...

The terrifying turbulence was like a burst dam, with ripples spreading layer upon layer, nearly sweeping the entire neighborhood.

"Everyone below High Skill, retreat immediately."

Lou Hechuan ordered loudly, yet at this moment, many were already affected, their Primordial Spirits on the verge of collapse, fainting on the spot.

This level of Primordial Spirit collision produced shockwaves akin to an electromagnetic storm, causing all electronic devices around to fail.

Boom...

Under the vast night, bright moonlight poured forth, Ge Changfeng stared ahead fiercely, with eightfold Primordial Light behind him scattering like duckweed, revealing shocking cracks.

"Is Ge Changfeng’s Primordial Spirit unable to match him?" Qiu Wanmian’s eyes focused sharply.

She looked at the Primordial Spirit shrouded in night-like darkness, her curiosity growing more intense.

Someone trained by the Pure Yang Family, with eightfold Primordial Light Protection, what strength must one have to surpass such a Primordial Spirit?

"Southern Red Heaven, Red Emperor Jade Text."

"Chant thousands of times, body soars with fire cloud."

...

At this moment, Ge Changfeng formed seals with his hands, chanting incantations, with no unnecessary words, only abrupt aggression and arrival of Daoist Skills.

"Red Fire Cloud!"

Qiu Wanmian looked at the sky, as a strand of red light surged from the south, dyeing the surrounding black clouds fiery red, gathering behind Ge Changfeng like a towering blaze or the Flame Emperor’s descent to the mortal realm.

"Ge Family’s Fire Technique is of the Profound Sect authentic lineage yet forms its own path," Lou Hechuan said solemnly.

All Fire Techniques of the world, owe worship to the Fire Division God.

The Ge Family ancestor was of Earthly Immortal caliber, thus naturally inheriting the Profound Sect authentic lineage, passing it down to disciples, leaving behind thirty-six volumes of Fire Talisman and Pill Book, among them the Fire Technique called Red Fire Cloud.

The power of this technique draws from the Fire Essence of the south, its mystery and might even surpassing the Fire Dragon Pill Sword.

Rumble...

In an instant, the vast expanse of black clouds turned crimson, like a great fire staining the blue sky, trapping Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit within.

The firelight swept across, true might descending upon the world, abrupt onset of killing intent, burning spirit and extinguishing essence.

Such a scene was remarkably similar to the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield.

"Kill!"

Ge Changfeng let out a light shout, as the fire cloud surged, forcibly pressing towards Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

Everyone looked up at the spectacle in the sky, their eyes filled with awe, facing such ferocious might, any Primordial Spirit caught within would turn to ashes.

The terror of Ge Family’s Daoist Technique was displayed at this moment.

"I can turn Fire Technique, illuminating the world with clarity!"

Just then, a light and leisurely voice emanated from the fire cloud, followed by a virtual image of a light wheel floating from behind Zhang Fan, appearing as a beacon in the darkness; with each rotation, it absorbed a portion of the surrounding firelight.

Light rotates, fires follow its turn.

"Luofu Mountain’s Fire Technique!?"

At this moment, Lou Hechuan’s hands gripped tightly, stepping forward, his old eyes filled with astonishment.

Luofu Mountain, located in the Seven Eastern and Southern Provinces, once ranked among the Ten Great Daoist Mountains in ancient times, but over time, its lineage had long fallen into history’s river.

"It’s broken!" Qiu Wanmian whispered firmly.

Ge Changfeng’s Red Fire Cloud dispersed into thin air.

The Great Brightness Wheel seemed to ignite flames, reflecting behind Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, highlighting his increasing mystery.

"May I ask your respected name?"

At this moment, Lou Hechuan moved, looking at the sky, at the figure seemingly merged with the night, shouting deeply.

Zhang Fan looked below, his indifferent gaze sweeping over every face, his lips lightly parted, uttering a name.

"Three Corpses!!"