Starting Cultivation During a Trip

The tea room was filled with fragrance, and, all of a sudden, an old acquaintance unexpectedly arrived.

Meng Qiwu stood up to greet, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes; she hadn’t anticipated Zhang Fan’s sudden intrusion.

"Who are you people? So disrespectful?"

Wang Qingshan raised his eyebrows, looking at Meng Qiwu. He could tell that the two unexpected intruders were apparently with Meng Qiwu.

"Those who lack respect should be taught respect..." Wang Qinghe said coldly.

Evidently, this tea room was not somewhere anyone could casually enter.

"Enough, that’s her business. Today’s conversation ends here, let’s leave."

Wang Qingshan raised his hand for a halt, seemingly unwilling to engage further, showcasing his magnanimity and mercy.

On the other hand, he hadn’t really paid attention to the two who barged in.

"Leave? Who told you to leave?"

Just then, Zhang Fan unexpectedly sat down in front of everyone with a quiet word.

"Hmm!?"

Wang Qingshan raised his eyebrows, lowering his gaze to look at Zhang Fan, beginning to truly assess him.

Being a disciple of the Wang Family, he was exceptionally astute. Though the person before him accompanied Meng Qiwu, daring to act so brazenly before her clearly indicated he wasn’t some ordinary character; at least, he didn’t feel the need to defer to Meng Qiwu.

"Zhang Fan..." Meng Qiwu, observing the scene, also changed her expression and stepped forward softly: "I’ll explain to you later."

"Qiwu, sit down, there’s no need to explain, I heard everything clearly outside the door just now."

Zhang Fan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I can tell you right now, neither the treasure nor the person will be handed over."

Speaking, Zhang Fan took a sip of tea, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Wang Qingshan and Wang Qinghe.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Qinghe’s eyes flashed fiercely, stepping forward, a terrifying aura rising, shattering the teacup beside him, the tea water roared up like a green dragon emerging from a lake, enveloping towards Zhang Fan, vaguely accompanied by the sound of cutting wind like the clash of blades, mighty and chilling.

"Water has no constant shape, Qi has no constant form, when they interact, a form emerges." Zhang Fan remained seated, spoke indifferently.

The Qi within the furnace was an exceptional skill handed down from Ancestor Wang, the body like a furnace, refining a breath of true qi, able to manipulate various things, shaping various forms, creating a vast force, seizing the boundless operation.

This skill is reminiscent of Ge Family’s "Divine Breath Technique", yet the former is agile and transformative, seizing opportunities for life, while the latter is more forceful and domineering, akin to thunder and fire.

"Your furnace isn’t even mediocre, yet you dare to refine a breath of true qi?"

Zhang Fan sneered coldly, suddenly, the dragon-shaped tea water exploded abruptly five steps in front of him, with droplets leaping fiercely, the booming sound resembling heavenly thunder, stinging the eardrums.

The terrifying sound echoed in the quiet tea room, finally changing everyone’s expressions.

"You..."

Wang Qinghe’s eyes widened, seeing countless droplets shooting towards him, each bouncing at an extremely terrifying frequency, rubbing against the air, rising with thunder and flames, the firelight flickering in and out.

Such horrifying pressure and temperature not only failed to evaporate the moisture, but rather formed a barrier around it, sharp like a sword edge, intimidating the heart.

"Qinghe..." Wang Qingshan shouted fiercely, wanting to rescue but was already too late.

At such close distance, subjected to this technique, survival was impossible.

He hadn’t expected that Meng Qiwu, while negotiating with their brothers, had secretly brought a formidable expert.

Buzz...

Just when the countless droplets were a step away from Wang Qinghe, the killing momentum suddenly halted, the thunder and fire dissipated, droplets falling before him, hitting the ground, turning into mist rising.

At that moment, Wang Qinghe had already retreated to the corner, his pupils almost narrowed to a point, sweat had long soaked his clothes.

Earlier, he had nearly walked a round trip at the gates of hell.

Such killing technique was absolutely beyond his ability to withstand, able to employ such means, the person before him had terrifying expertise in Thunder Skill and Fire Technique.

Beside him, Meng Qiwu watched with a heart racing, finally heaving a sigh of relief, she truly feared Zhang Fan would kill Wang Qinghe here if a disagreement arose.

That would truly pierce through the heavens.

As the saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local villain, here was Chang’an, the Wang family’s territory, vastly different from Ge Family and Qiu Family’s situation in Yujing City.

"Young man, oblivious to the heights of heavens, not because your surname is Wang, do you truly become a king." Zhang Fan said casually.

Wang Qinghe froze in place, Zhang Fan’s voice echoing in his ears, his mind blank, unable to think, only fear filled his heart.

"Meng Qiwu, no wonder you’re so confident, turns out you’ve brought help." Wang Qingshan’s face was unpleasant, glaring at Zhang Fan.

At this point, he no longer underestimated, quickly assessing the strength between him and Zhang Fan.

"Brother..." Wang Qinghe finally regained his senses.

"Are you also a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain? Just now sparing my brother’s life, I express my gratitude." Wang Qinghe said coldly.

"No need for thanks, I’m not a psychopath who kills at the slightest disagreement." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"But... what did you just say? Those who lack respect should be taught respect? You’re right in saying that..."

Buzz...

As the words fell, a terrifyingly imposing aura rose forth, the previously eased atmosphere once again grew tense and aggressive.

A Primordial Spirit emerged from Zhang Fan’s body.

"Primordial Spirit Emergence!" Wang Qingshan’s face changed dramatically.

He hadn’t expected this man before him, just after dispersing the killing technique, in one word, thunderously rise again.