Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 519 - 257: Human Race and Zodiac Inference Demon Aspect! Prince Qin and Zhang Fan (Happy Lunar New Year’s Eve)

"I’m fine." Zhang Fan waved his hand, slowly sat down, and slightly adjusted his breath.

The Pill Mother just formed, this kind of power was still quite dangerous for him.

Initially, he had only comprehended some techniques of using the Divine Demon Holy Embryo through the imprint left by Zhang Lingzong. The Pill Mother he condensed posed no small burden on himself, and still needed further refinement.

"If the Divine Fusion succeeds, this technique should be perfected." Zhang Fan had long since calculated in his mind.

This time, after returning, he must first find Zhao Jie Xuan, not knowing if there was any news from Lin Jianyue.

"Things really got out of hand this time..." Fang Changle couldn’t help saying as he looked at the scattered remains all over the ground.

Qin Ming was dead, and he was the inheritor of Qi Yun Mountain.

As for Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan, they were from the Daoist Alliance Headquarters, and were even members of the Divine Power Association.

Anyone capable of awakening Divine Techniques was a treasure, and now two had died at once, it would surely cause upheaval even in Shangjing.

"Listen to what you’re saying, when hasn’t it been a big deal?" Zhang Fan said faintly.

"Then how will you wrap it up?" Fang Changle rolled his eyes.

"Wrap it up? What is there to wrap up? They were killed by Human Xiao, what does it have to do with us?" Zhang Fan glanced sideways, saying matter-of-factly.

Fang Changle was stunned, looking at Zhang Fan with an increasingly peculiar expression.

"It has to be you after all."

"Poor fellows, dying on the path of demon suppression." Zhang Fan sighed with emotion.

"Later, we must apply to the Daoist Alliance Headquarters for three banners to burn for them."

"..."

Fang Changle curled his lips, looking at Zhang Fan with deep meaning: "You have an obsession with banners."

Zhang Fan chuckled silently, while fiddling with the black iron plate in his hand, adjusting his breath and cultivating his Qi, eventually recovering after a short while.

"Let’s clean up the battlefield."

Zhang Fan stood up, looking at the mess everywhere.

Ji Haisan turned to ash without even leaving residue, while some debris could at least be cleaned up from Song Yunqi.

As for Qin Ming, he left behind a headless corpse in front of him.

"So this is Qi Yun Mountain... no... so this is my Demon-Revealing Mirror?"

Zhang Fan walked to a pool of blood, picked up the ancient copper mirror, the back engraved with clouds and mists, surrounded by mysterious talismans, while the front was a smooth mirror surface.

This treasure was indeed the Cyan Feather Treasure, which Zhang Fan had just witnessed its power, even surpassing the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal.

"The incense of Qi Yun Mountain had been worshipped for over three hundred years." Fang Changle came over, unable to hold back.

Though he was a Maoshan inheritor, the sect had only given him two Yellow Feather Treasures for protection.

Cyan Feather Treasures, worshipped and refined for at least three hundred years, generally wouldn’t be casually taken out of the sect, but this time to find Ren Xiao’s secluded place, Qi Yun Mountain made an exception.

"It’s a good thing, we’ll research it later."

Zhang Fan grinned, putting the Demon-Revealing Mirror into his pocket. The treasure was only palm-sized, quite convenient to carry.

"Hmm!?"

Just then, Zhang Fan glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, seeing the Great Evil Fang lying on the ground.

This Exotic Treasure fractured with Qin Ming’s death, coupled with Human Xiao breaking the mountain’s aura, resulting in clear cracks.

"What a pity." Zhang Fan felt a pang of heartache.

The value of this treasure was no less than that of the Demon-Revealing Mirror.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, the black iron plate Zhang Fan was playing with lightly vibrated, and wisps of red airflow seeped through the Great Evil Fang’s cracks, slowly absorbed into the black plate.

"Hmm!?"

Seeing this, even Fang Changle showed an unusual expression.

This item was bought by Zhang Fan on the black market while looking for Yin Hu, where the stall owner insisted it was a Magical Treasure Fragment, initially priced at three hundred thousand, eventually haggled down to one hundred and fifty yuan by Zhang Fan.

"Is this really a Magical Treasure Fragment? It can actually absorb the residual power of the Great Evil Fang?" Fang Changle was curious.

Ordinary magical treasures couldn’t withstand such power.

"Perhaps this treasure was once a Cyan Feather Treasure before it was broken." Fang Changle speculated.

"An unexpected gain indeed."

Zhang Fan looked at the black iron plate in his hand, his eyes shining with a different brilliance. Moments later, the essence of the Great Evil Fang completely dissipated, gradually eroding in the wind.

Meanwhile, the black iron plate surprisingly felt heavier, much of its surface rust peeling off, revealing a sleek sheen, like patina.

"This trip wasn’t in vain." Zhang Fan mused to himself.

The journey to Tusk Mountain not only allowed him to cultivate the Triple Primordial Light, elevating his realm, but also to comprehend some mystical uses of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo. The Pill Mother just formed, and he gained the Demon-Revealing Mirror, discovering the peculiar nature of the black iron plate.

Beep beep beep...

At this moment, Fang Changle’s phone rang. He looked down, revealing a joyful expression.

"Our Maoshan reinforcements have arrived."

Before coming to Tusk Mountain, Fang Changle had already notified the sect, mobilizing the force in Huizhou Province for support, which finally arrived.

"Go welcome them." Zhang Fan urged.

For now, they were not completely safe.

"Okay, you wait here." Fang Changle nodded, turned, and left the mountain.

Watching his retreating figure, Zhang Fan slowly turned around and walked towards Ren Xiao’s secluded ancient cave.

"Hmm!?"

As he glanced around, he noticed the King of Qin clutching his chest, staring at him intently, finally taking his last breath.

The Qin Family patriarch had his heart gouged out, yet managed to hold on until now, it was indeed a big life.

Unfortunately, even the largest life must remain here.

"The Qin Family is finished." Zhang Fan lamented.

The King of Qin was dead, leaving the Qin Family leaderless.

Qin Ming also died, extinguishing the Qin Family’s future hope entirely.

Most critically, the Qin Family’s elite departed for this trip, and most perished at Tusk Mountain.

The once illustrious Profound Family, producing a Celestial Master level figure, had already lost its familial fortune twenty years ago due to Zhang Lingzong’s massacre.

Now repeating the past, ultimately declining to ruin any day.

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly recalled the prophecy Zhang Wang made before the journey.

He said there was a great tribulation ahead for the Qin Family, its destruction merely a matter of time. The one who could continue the Qin family’s incense in the future would likely be that foolish child.

"Qin Daoyuan!?" Zhang Fan vaguely remembered the child’s name.

"Brother Ah Wang indeed has some skill." Zhang Fan sighed softly.

Thinking of this, he stepped into Ren Xiao’s secluded place. The ancient cave was very small, only able to accommodate one person, with bizarre faces carved into the surrounding walls, like distorted human faces transforming into demonic aspects.

Demons born from humans, aspects formed from the heart.

How many human hearts there are in this world, there are as many demonic aspects.

"Is this the cultivation method of Human Xiao? To become Human Xiao, one must first cultivate the demonic aspect?"

Zhang Fan pondered. He could imagine how terrifying and horrifying such a cultivation method must be; merely stepping into this ancient cave made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Better not leave anything behind."

Zhang Fan whispered softly, flicking his finger, sending a wisp of True Flame soaring, echoing with dragon roars, burning down Ren Xiao’s secluded place thoroughly, leaving not a trace.

"Time to go."

Zhang Fan glanced back and turned to leave.

However, as he took just one step, he stopped, seeing in his sight a solitary figure standing coldly, watching him.

Prince Qin!?

He, who fought a great battle with Yuan Ling Crown, actually returned?

Now, his clothes were bloodstained, yet his aura remained powerful, filling the mountains and rivers.

This former genius of the Qin Family, returning from a tribulation, surely had great fortune, unhindered by all.

"Senior..." Zhang Fan hurriedly steadied his mind, squeezing out a smile.

"You’re Zhang Lingzong’s son!" Prince Qin’s light words instantly tightened Zhang Fan’s nerves.

"Senior, I..."

"No need to explain, you bear a five or six-part resemblance to him in his youth." Prince Qin said coldly.

"The rest you take after your mother."

As the words fell, a complex luster flashed in Prince Qin’s cold eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he asked.

"How is your mother!?"