Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Buzz...

In the next moment, the Pure Yang Magic Sword soared through the air, landing in Chu Chaoran’s grasp.

Rumble...

An exquisite aura was born leisurely, ascending to the sky, suppressing the earth’s depths, and suddenly the Pure Yang Magic Sword quieted down, with only a low hum echoing, akin to a mountain breeze whining.

"Master, what just happened?" Taoist Pojie recovered his senses, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Either a formidable enemy or an old friend." Chu Chaoran looked at the Pure Yang Magic Sword in his hand and uttered an enigmatic phrase.

"Hmm!?"

Taoist Pojie and the little Daoist looked at each other, puzzled.

"Hang it back up."

At this moment, Chu Chaoran casually tossed the Pure Yang Magic Sword to Taoist Pojie.

Taoist Pojie was taken aback, quickly catching it. That seemingly unremarkable wooden sword felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hand, filling him with immense fear and unease.

"Remember to bind it tightly with thicker wire so it doesn’t slip off." Chu Chaoran advised.

"Should we fence this place around and charge entry fees later?" Chu Chaoran pondered.

"..."

"Master, this is the Pure Yang Treasure. Using it to sell tickets for profit... doesn’t seem right."

Taoist Pojie’s voice trembled, feeling the wooden sword in his hand quiver lightly as if the Sword Intent was about to emerge.

"Then make a mold for it first, and later mass-produce it to sell merchandise."

Chu Chaoran waved a big hand and vanished from Taoist Pojie and the little Daoist’s sight.

...

Qin Ancient Town, South E Street.

The trajectory of the mixed black was like a giant dragon, tearing the sky apart, shredding the starlight.

That vast chaos resembled an abyss of thousands of fathoms, dragging all surrounding brilliance into it; the sky couldn’t emerge, the earth ceased to carry, all techniques were buried in chaos, all things sank.

Zhang Fan could see it with his own eyes, his gaze jumping in surprise, never having witnessed such pure brutality, pure terror.

The majestic Sect Leader Realm body was pierced through by that streak of mixed black, and the essence of the Profound Gate known as Inner Core couldn’t stand a chance, seeming to be rapidly crushed at a perceptible speed.

It must be known that Zhang Evil’s Inner Core could contend with the White Bone Relic.

Yet, in front of that black gleam, it was as fragile as tofu.

The most terrifying part was that this thing only physically eradicated everything, even Zhang Evil’s Primordial Spirit couldn’t escape—it seemed directly erased, with the Primordial Spirit entering the void, sinking into the abyss in an instant, leaving no trace.

Rumble...

Zhang Evil’s body, Inner Core, Primordial Spirit... almost instantaneously annihilated, dispersed into nothing; a terrifying aura surged as that streak of mixed black expanded like an abyss, appearing to spread towards Zhang Fan.

At this moment, a figure flickered, blocking Zhang Fan, tightly embracing him, plunging backwards, allowing the black aftershock to surge forward like waves.

"Miaoyin..." Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in shock.

Buzz...

Li Miaoyin held Zhang Fan tightly, her delicate body trembling, her face instantly pale.

The mixed black’s aftershock retreated like tides; from the sky fell that Black Iron Plate, landing on the ground with a crisp sound, echoing in the cold street.

"Miaoyin..."

Li Miaoyin’s body softened, leaning into Zhang Fan’s embrace, her face pale, yet sweat beaded on her forehead.

"I saw you didn’t return, so came looking for you. You owe me one." Li Miaoyin calculated.

"How are you?" Zhang Fan hurriedly asked.

"Fool, do I look fine?" Li Miaoyin gritted her teeth.

"Where are you hurt? Let me see."

"See what? Where do you want to look?" Li Miaoyin’s gaze lowered, chiding.

"Don’t worry, it’s not serious, let’s go back first."

Li Miaoyin soothed Zhang Fan.

Fortunately, it was merely an aftershock just now, and quite distant; the force truly affecting Li Miaoyin had already weakened to the extreme.

Yet even so, her body was difficult to move.

"Miaoyin..."

At this moment, the distance between Li Miaoyin and Zhang Fan was closer than ever before, a peculiar feeling arose in the latter’s heart.

Just now, he was both shocked and worried.

Shocked by Li Miaoyin’s sudden appearance, worried... or rather scared, scared that this woman might die here for him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan’s embrace instinctively grew tighter.

Li Miaoyin winced in pain, yet she seemed to sense Zhang Fan’s shift in emotion, merely looking up, slightly worried: "Don’t be nervous, I’m fine."

"You’ll be caught off guard like this."

"Losing control of emotions is not a good thing."

"No one can take you as my vulnerability." Zhang Fan’s expression reverted to normal, but his tone was firmer than ever.

"Cough... cough..."

Just then, a dry cough sounded from the darkness.

Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin turned to look, realizing that something seemed to approach, a closer look revealed it was Ge Shuangxiu.

"I truly didn’t mean to interrupt, but this isn’t the place to talk."

Ge Shuangxiu looked at the sickly couple before him, his expression slightly awkward.

"You haven’t left?" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth.

At this moment, he was also exceedingly weak.

"Nonsense, abandoning you alone, what kind of person would I be?" Ge Shuangxiu rolled his eyes.

"Wait, take that thing with us."

Zhang Fan pointed at the Black Iron Plate lying nearby.

"This..." Ge Shuangxiu hesitated.

Supporting Zhang Fan, he dared not touch it—he had just witnessed Zhang Evil being blown to bits by this thing.

That was a Beizhang master, a Sect Leader expert.

"You aren’t chickening out, are you?" Zhang Fan glanced askance.

"How could I? After all, this is your... treasure." Ge Shuangxiu shook his head.

Zhang Fan bent down, picked it up, and pocketed it.

"What on earth is this... treasure!?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn’t resist asking.

"How the heck would I know?"

Zhang Fan shook his head; when he bought it from the black market, the asking price was three hundred thousand, said to be an ancient fragment. He haggled it down to a hundred and fifty yuan, later using it as a handled ornament.

Who would have thought, he really picked up a big deal—this object exuded a constant sense of wickedness.

"Let’s go back, soon people will come." Zhang Fan whispered.

Zhang Evil was not only a Sect Leader realm master but also someone from Beizhang; his death here, without trace, would cause unimaginable consequences.

The three hobbled away, gradually disappearing into the vast night.

...

Night deepened.

Yujing City.

Unusual noises suddenly emerged from the quiet room, Wen He lit her phone flashlight, with shimmering light dispelling some darkness, illuminating her sight ahead.

She adjusted her glasses and followed the strange sounds.

Jiang Lai’s room door was ajar, the sounds emanated from within, growing louder.

"Jiang Lai... is it you?" Wen He tentatively asked.

But the room offered no response, only those strange noises, seemingly intensifying.

"Jiang Lai, are you okay?" Wen He asked again.

The cold room still offered no reply, making those eerie sounds ever more jarring.

Wen He furrowed her brow, quickened her pace, touched a switch on the wall, and swiftly turned on the light; the sight before her made her expression abruptly change, nearly causing her to scream.

Jiang Lai collapsed on the floor, her upper body bare, exposing her snowy white back, a mixed black wound penetrating through it gradually manifested, ceaselessly writhing and spreading across her back.

"Jiang Lai, you..."

Wen He’s face changed drastically, her trembling skin showing astonishment; she had never seen such a wound.

The wound seemed never to heal, ferociously terrifying, exuding an ominous aura, making her instinctively afraid to approach.

"Jiang Lai, what happened?" Wen He steadied her mind and hastily asked.

Jiang Lai slowly stood up. Her exquisitely beautiful face remained undisturbed, only gazing out the window, looking at the vast sky, her eyes filled with a biting chill.

"That thing... is still alive!?"