Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The Sevenfold Primordial Light fluctuated endlessly, like a child absorbing nutrients, growing stronger every minute, every second.

Ordinary cultivators, when their mind and body reach utmost tranquility, devoid of thoughts, their consciousness falls into slumber, and only then does the Primordial Spirit awaken, reclaiming control of the body.

However at this moment, as Zhang Fan operated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, his consciousness seemed not to have fallen asleep, but rather to have been exiled into the void, bereft of self-awareness.

It’s as if this Inner Core Technique operated naturally, without human intervention, innately aligned with the Heavenly Dao, effortlessly constructing the metaphysical.

Rumble...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit grew increasingly terrifying, as that strange fluctuation spread once more, breaking beyond the hotel’s confines, radiating further afar.

The lake water rippled, the night wind gently stirred, moving the sails by the lakeside.

Under the faint moonlight, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to merge into the vast darkness, omnipresent, everywhere.

"No matter how radiant the Primordial Spirit’s brilliance, it still appears small as a firefly before the mighty forces of nature."

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit hovered above Pearl Lake, the reflection of a bright moon like a phantom, complementing each other perfectly, evoking a sense of melancholy in him.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a breeze brushed past, unexpectedly stirring ripples on that void-like Primordial Spirit.

Zhang Fan felt moved, looking up, he saw a figure standing on the vast lake surface, stepping on waves as he approached.

Where he stood, even the moonlight behind was shattered, and countless waves paused at that moment, the world tranquil, the universe vast, as if only this figure remained.

Zhang Fan looked around in confusion, as if he had stepped into another layer of the void.

"It’s you!?" Zhang Fan furrowed his brow, exclaiming.

He had felt this before.

Back then, in Gusu City, there was someone who, with supreme means, drew him into the inner scenery of his Primordial Spirit, transmitting techniques across the void, enlightening him to the Fire Dragon Elixir Sword.

The aura of that person and the scene before him were identical, equally powerful, equally mysterious, equally indescribable.

"Thousand-Year-Old Demon!?"

Zhang Fan’s gaze narrowed into a line, and his Primordial Spirit surged towards that mysterious figure.

Rumble...

His Primordial Spirit radiated boundless brilliance, and the Fire Dragon Elixir Sword shot to the sky.

The Primordial Spirit spellcasting is more profound than reality, that Fire Dragon traversed the lake, stretching a hundred meters, its grandeur earth-shattering, charging towards that mysterious figure.

Buzz...

The Fire Dragon had not yet reached the mysterious phantom, and when it was ten meters away, it abruptly twisted, as if pressed by an invisible force, dissipating in an instant.

Scattered embers fell upon the lake, reflecting Zhang Fan’s solemn expression.

He looked at that mysterious figure, standing alone on the tide, appearing to blend into the vast Jianghu below.

So unfathomable.

So vast and boundless.

Though only a hundred meters apart, it seemed as if separated by the ends of the earth, a distance seemingly uncrossable in a lifetime.

Phew...

Suddenly, that figure seemed to exhale, and the next moment, he vanished like light and shadow before Zhang Fan’s eyes.

Buzz...

The surrounding space rippled, like the returning tide, drawing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit back to reality.

"He isn’t nearby!?"

Zhang Fan furrowed his brow, the feeling this time entirely different from the last, instead resembling the scene when he encountered the imprint of Zhang Lingzong’s youth on Tusk Mountain in Huizhou Province.

In other words, this was a fragment left by the resonance of a past Primordial Spirit with time and space.

"Thousand-Year-Old Demon... did he come here!?"

Zhang Fan mused, the most mysterious existence he had encountered, hidden in the mist, like Jiang Lai, had once been to Qin Ancient Town.

Phew...

The wind blew across the lake, the night so vast and tumultuous, the fragmented moonlight phantom gathered once more.

"I need to become stronger."

Zhang Fan murmured softly, his Primordial Spirit soared, flying towards Zhu Lake Grand Hotel, returning to his body acupoints.

Who knows how much time passed, the night deepened.

In the nearby woods, there was no one around, not even the old man drawing by the shore, who finally began packing his stall; at this hour, not even a ghost would be around.

Rumble...

Just then, a car drove out from the night, parked by the shore.

Then, two figures emerged from the car, precisely Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian.

"The unusual fluctuation just vanished around here." Qiu Wanmian said seriously.

"Seems like there’s nothing," Ge Changfeng furrowed his brow, unable to resist speaking.

"Could there be a mistake in perception?"

"Absolutely not, my brother cultivated the Innate Skill, his Primordial Spirit is extraordinary, how could he be wrong?"

Qiu Wanmian spoke seriously, a trace of reverence in her eyes, intuitively glancing into the car.

Under the faint moonlight, a young man stepped out, sword-like eyebrows into the temples, stars in his eyes, wearing plain clothes, appearing ethereal under the flowing moonlight.

Qiu Buyi!

Seeing this person, Ge Changfeng instinctively stepped back three steps, giving way.

"The tides of Jiang rush forth, only to vanish in an instant, such a pity," Qiu Buyi lamented.

"Perhaps it was the Wuwei Sect earlier, it seems the intelligence the Daoist Alliance obtained is true, will Chen Dragon appear?" Qiu Buyi murmured softly.

He was a master of the Qiu Family, holding a position within the Daoist Alliance, which is why he had come to Qin Ancient Town as the advance party, soon even the Vice Observatory Master of White Crane Temple, Yuan Tiandu, would personally arrive.

"Brother, if it were the Wuwei Sect earlier, it must have been a master." Qiu Wanmian said seriously.

"Whether they are a master, we will see, if Chen Dragon truly comes, this person will surely show, perhaps even the Three Corpses Inheritor you mentioned will make an appearance." Qiu Buyi replied lightly.

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian exchanged glances, that was their true target.

"Brother, what exactly was that unusual fluctuation?" Qiu Wanmian couldn’t help but ask.

She had perceived something as well, but it was too far, she only had a vague impression.

"Primordial Spirit!" Qiu Buyi said lightly.

"Primordial Spirit!?" Qiu Wanmian hesitated for a moment, unable to resist speaking: "It didn’t seem like a Primordial Spirit."

"Little Wan, everyone’s Primordial Spirit is different." Qiu Buyi said lightly.

"For instance, if the Primordial Spirit is a wave, then everyone’s frequency and band are different. When the frequency reaches an extreme, not only does it manifest as unusual, some may even be beyond your perception."

With these words, Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian showed unusual expressions, such a notion was refreshing to them.

"Similarly, thoughts can also be seen as a wave, only its frequency is very low, the band extremely chaotic, so it greatly affects the Primordial Spirit."

Ge Changfeng and Qiu Wanmian listened quietly, it must be said, Qiu Buyi’s understanding of cultivation far surpassed theirs.

"However..."

Just then, Qiu Buyi changed the subject.

"In this world, there exists a cultivation technique that can absorb wave bands of different frequencies, strengthening itself."

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!" Qiu Wanmian blurted out.

"Indeed, those who cultivate the Divine Demon Holy Embryo have their Primordial Spirits like high-power receivers, which is why they can accept wave bands of all frequencies."

"In other words, it is using thoughts as medicine."

"No wonder the Divine Demon Holy Embryo is so terrifying," Qiu Wanmian realized.

"It’s not so terrifying, our Qiu Family’s Innate Skill is their bane, able to render this high-power receiver useless." Qiu Buyi’s lips curled slightly, showing a confident relaxed smile.

Among the Qiu Family’s generation, he was the one who mastered the Innate Skill, just this alone was enough to traverse the world.

"Young man, want a drawing?"

Just then, an old voice called out from not far away.

Qiu Buyi looked down and saw the old man drawing was waving to him.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Drawing gods at night?" Ge Changfeng spat.

"Let’s go."

Qiu Buyi withdrew his gaze, naturally dismissing it, turning into the car.

Rumble...

The engine roared to life, and the car sped away, disappearing along the long shore.

"No business tonight." The old man drawing ruefully tidied his stall.

"Old Zhang, come over for a drink."

Just then, a call sounded from a fishing boat not far away.

"Coming!!!"

The old man drawing replied with a grin.