Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Nanwang Mountain, sitting among the Zhongnan Peaks, faces north and looks south.

The last Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Tai Xu, once secluded himself here for profound cultivation in this desolate land, yet there exists a Daoist sect connection.

Tonight, a great fire stains the sky, slaughter appears beneath the stars, under the bright moon, survival seems impossible.

"Zhang Fan..."

Wang Qingshan’s face turned grim, he stared coldly at Zhang Fan approaching from the night, his voice chilling to the extreme.

"Who are you?" Wang Qinglian’s beautiful eyes narrowed, she asked sharply.

Without a doubt, anyone appearing in this place at this moment is sure to be related to Qin Ergou. Her gaze shifted, seeing Meng Qiwu behind Zhang Fan, she roughly guessed the connection.

Zhongnan Mountain would certainly not sit idly by while its disciples are in peril, but Wang Qinglian recognized almost all the experts of Zhongnan Mountain; Zhang Fan, however, was a completely unfamiliar face.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan didn’t even look up. In his eyes, Wang Qinglian was only at a high cultivation level; such a level might be considered an expert elsewhere, but, right now, she was not qualified to converse with him.

"Zhang Fan, you had an agreement with my elder brother, we must find Qin Ergou first, after which he will be at the Wang Family’s disposal," Wang Qingshan said between gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qinglian’s face showed a peculiar expression; she instinctively began to reassess Zhang Fan.

She naturally knew that the elder brother Wang Qingshan referred to was Wang Qingyi, a prodigy of the Wang Family. For him to humble himself and make an agreement regarding Qin Ergou’s fate with this man before her, coupled with the fact that even Meng Qiwu could only stand behind him...

"Who is this person?"

Wang Qinglian dared not say more, though her heart was filled with deep questions. She was acutely aware that this man must have an extraordinary background.

"Zhang Fan, do you intend to renege on your promise?" Wang Qingshan shouted sternly.

"You’re right, I did have an agreement with Wang Qingyi, so where is he?" Zhang Fan replied indifferently.

"Even if he’s not here, the agreement still stands. Qin Ergou was found by us first, so it should be our decision how to handle him," Wang Qingshan replied coldly.

He struggled to control his emotions, hoping the other party would keep to their agreement, as he was aware that if a fight broke out, he had no confidence in defeating Zhang Fan.

"I did say if you found him first, he’s yours to handle... but..." Zhang Fan shook his head, speaking softly.

"I never said you couldn’t be forcibly seized."

"What... what do you mean?" Wang Qingshan’s face twitched, he shouted in shock.

"What I mean is, you handle yours, I seize mine!"

Rumble...

As soon as the words left his lips, Zhang Fan took a step forward, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and cracks spread outward. A terrifying gale roared like a beast, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the sea of flames. His majestic aura surged like a tidal wave, forcibly suppressing the True Flame that covered a hundred-meter radius to near extinction.

"He actually..."

Witnessing the scene before her, a deep shock filled Wang Qinglian’s beautiful eyes. This man could actually suppress the fierce might of True Flame from the Blazing Banner with just his aura, a Cyan Feather Level magical treasure.

Buzz...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s right hand extended, directly grabbing the scarlet banner that had pierced Qin Ergou.

"He dares touch the Blazing Banner with his bare hands, utterly reckless!"

The Wang Family members widened their eyes, looking at Zhang Fan who held the Blazing Banner, all entertained the same thought.

This was a magical treasure revered by the Wang Family for hundreds of years, used in grand incense ceremonies, with Cyan Feather like the heavens.

According to what Li Miaoyin had once said, such a level of magical treasure is akin to an alternative life form, inherently spiritual, with immense divine might. Not to mention, it had been activated by Wang Qingshan, touching it as an outsider would be igniting oneself, a path to death.

A burning sensation spread along his palm, as if intense flames scorched him, like being cooked in a pot of oil. The blistering heat penetrated into flesh, burning True Yang, sweeping towards the Primordial Spirit.

Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s arm suddenly convulsed, a terrifying sound emanated from his palm, like the Nine-Turn Dragon Roar, as if mountain waves surged. The winds and clouds changed, the azure moon hung like a hook.

"Born of heaven and earth, Dragon Toad Treasure Qi!"

Meng Qiwu’s gaze focused as a line, witnessing the surging airwaves in Zhang Fan’s palm, transforming into a vast expanse of white, forcibly suppressing the agitation of the Blazing Banner, holding it firmly in his palm.

The Dragon Toad Treasure Qi is the power contained within the White Bone Relic, an innate treasure born from the Pyramid of Corpses, drawing power from the Dragon Vein of Toad Treasure Mountain, over countless years, formed by the creation of mountains and rivers.

The day when Meng Qiwu watched this treasure fall into Zhang Fan’s hands with his own eyes.

"How long has it been? How did he advance so many years?" Meng Qiwu’s eyes were filled with deep suspicion.

Zhang Fan’s return to Chang’an, compared to their first meeting, was completely different, yet only over a month had passed since then.

Such change left Meng Qiwu in shock and puzzlement.

Rumble...

Zhang Fan shook his arm, the Dragon Toad Treasure Qi roared incessantly, suppressing the scorching True Flame, then forcibly extracted the Blazing Banner. With a harsh flick, he threw the large banner out.

Qin Ergou’s eyes remained closed, his aura was weak, yet his body seemed sealed, entwined with threads of purple lightning.

"Zhang Fan, you’re going too far!"

Wang Qingshan moved. Even if he could endure further, even if he had more misgivings, he couldn’t stand idly by while watching Zhang Fan tread on the head of their Wang Family.

He stepped forward, catching the Blazing Banner, the True Flame reignited, fiercely rising to the sky. Simultaneously, three feet above, a layer of mist rose like white clouds coming from the west, spreading far and wide.

White Cloud Ascending Peak, under the blessing of the Blazing Banner, transformed into a blazing red, like a cloud of fire, pressing horizontally towards Qin Ergou.