Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 628: Chapter 306: Zhang Fan and Zhang Wuming! Heir of South Zhang_2

The true master lies not in the high and low realms, the depth of Dao practice, but in the ability to assess the situation in times of danger, making the most precise judgments and the right choices.

Only in this way can one live long, and have the hope of seeing longevity.

Rumble rumble...

Red lanterns shone like candle flames, three primordial spirits soared to the sky, blossoming like fireworks, transformed into three streaks of flowing light, darting towards different directions.

Zhang Liuming knew very well that in front of this man, retreating completely was almost impossible.

Only this technique might allow someone to survive.

"Resolute in advance and retreat, truly deserving of a disciple from the Northern Zhang Lineage."

Zhang Fan sighed quietly, he took a step forward, his figure ghostly, blocking Zhang Liuming’s path.

Sixfold Primordial Light overwhelmed like a heavenly net, completely severing Zhang Liuming’s escape route.

"What a pity, you were born into the Northern Zhang Lineage."

Zhang Fan shook his head, the sixfold Primordial Light merged into one, grinding Zhang Liuming’s primordial spirit into dust.

Rumble rumble...

He lifted his hand, the shattered primordial spirit gathered in his palm, the precious light surged, transforming into a crystalline flowing pearl, shining brilliantly like a pill.

"Huang Jiu, I promised to support you to rise to the top."

Zhang Fan flicked a finger, the essence refined from the grand master primordial spirit flew into Huang Jiu’s spirit platform, merging into her primordial spirit.

Rumble rumble...

In an instant, Huang Jiu’s delicate body trembled, a wisp of gray mist wafted from her brow, her aura began to climb madly.

"Monster!"

Zhang Duoming gritted his teeth, not daring to slow his movements for a moment, in his eyes, Zhang Fan at this moment was like a descending Demon King, urging souls and taking lives.

Relying only on pressure, he destroyed Zhang Liuming’s primordial spirit, such a realm was truly terrifying.

He could only flee, as long as he escaped with a thread of life, the Northern Zhang Lineage still had genuine disciples in these Hundred Thousand Mountains.

That was an existence of Divine Naming.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a fire light shot through the air, initially the size of a soybean, once it touched the primordial spirit, it turned into a ferocious fire dragon, devouring it in an instant.

"Fire Dragon Pill Sword!"

Zhang Duoming let out a miserable scream, his primordial spirit turned to ashes in the blazing fire, the scattered essence gathered, grasped by Zhang Fan’s hand, infused into Huang Jiu’s spirit platform.

This Little Demon was exceptionally knowledgeable and had an extraordinary mind, but her realm was too low.

Zhang Fan had no choice but to lend her a hand.

"Two senior brothers, wait for me to avenge you."

At this moment, Zhang Anming gritted his teeth, his primordial spirit had already fled thousands of meters away, just one step more, he could enter the thick mist and poisonous miasma, and truly escape alive.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a large hand appeared out of nowhere, grasping Zhang Anming’s fleeing primordial spirit.

Zhang Wuming, appearing ghost-like, stood on the only path to life.

"You..." Zhang Anming’s primordial spirit struggled frantically, shouting furiously.

"Farewell, senior brother!"

Zhang Wuming murmured indifferently, interlacing his fingers, without any other phenomenon, the struggling primordial spirit shattered inch by inch, disintegrating and dissipating.

Such an eerie scene caused Li Miaoyin, who was watching from a distance, to reveal an unusual expression.

"You are ruthless enough to kill a fellow disciple." Zhang Fan walked over, looking at Zhang Wuming with profound meaning.

"Didn’t brother wait for me to present a pledge of loyalty?" Zhang Wuming chuckled.

He could tell, Zhang Fan was always testing him.

"Speaking of testing, we’re in the same boat." Zhang Fan said casually.

"Why say that?"

"Haven’t you also been testing me, testing my strength, testing my attitude towards the Northern Zhang, and your own bottom line?"

Zhang Fan said in a low voice, raising his hand to interrupt Zhang Wuming before he could speak.

"Don’t deny it, you not only bend easily but hide deeply..."

"People like you face life and death calmly, but will definitely not entrust your own life and death to others."

At this point, Zhang Fan leaned close to Zhang Wuming’s ear, whispering: "I guess you’ve hidden quite a few means..."

"At least you’re confident you can escape with your life from my hands."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuming’s pupils suddenly contracted, but in an instant, his expression returned to normal, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Nothing escapes your eyes, I wonder if you might be a descendant of the Wuwei Sect."

"You really are quite the character." Zhang Fan spoke softly.

"Kidding, I’m not much of a character, at least not now." Zhang Wuming shook his head with a light laugh.

"People like you, even within the Northern Zhang, would do quite well."

"Again with the jokes, the Northern Zhang Lineage is filled with talent, each one an exceptional figure, where is there a place for me?" Zhang Wuming said quietly.

Without having been divinely enthroned, how could there be a position, how could there be prospects?

Strictly speaking, he wasn’t even truly a Northern Zhang disciple, even if he did well, at best he would only become a useful pawn like Zhang Liuming.

"You may leave." Zhang Fan gave Zhang Wuming a deep look, said flatly.

"Leave?"

Zhang Wuming was taken aback, not expecting Zhang Fan to suddenly let him leave.

"Previously I would have left, but now I sincerely want to befriend brother." Zhang Wuming stated openly.

"I can’t trust you, you’re too scheming." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"For enemies, eight hundred schemes are not enough, for friends, I have only one true heart."

As he spoke, Zhang Wuming raised his hands.

"I’ve given you my pledge of loyalty, handed over my leverage, that’s sincere enough, isn’t it?"

"Aren’t you afraid I’m someone from the Wuwei Sect?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

The Dragon Tiger Zhang Family and the Wuwei Sect were eternal enemies, battling nine times, till death.

"If one day you are caught, just don’t give me away." Zhang Wuming pondered, then seriously replied.

"Haha, you are truly an interesting person." Zhang Fan laughed heartily.

Clang... clang... clang...

At this moment, an old and melodious bell rang out, echoing from the Yellow Skin Cave, the flames in the mouths of the two stone beasts at the cave entrance flickering gracefully.

"Ancestor!"

Huang Jiu, her face pale, instinctively looked towards the ancient cave, bowing in worship.

Zhang Fan’s gaze slightly tightened, he knew he had caused such a commotion, inevitably alerting the old fellows of Yellow Skin Cave.

Those old fellows, usually secluded, ignoring worldly matters, but when it pertains to the life and future of Yellow Skin Cave, how could they remain indifferent?

"The young are truly formidable, indeed formidable..."

At this moment, a hoarse and aged voice came from the dark cave.

Merely this sigh caused Zhang Fan’s face to change slightly, even his primordial spirit felt somewhat unsettled.

What realm was he in, Grand Master Sixth Layer, Primordial Light Protection, practicing the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, unwavering in will?

To be affected merely by a voice, the demon cultivator within the cave was unimaginable.

"Young man, could you give this old one a bit of face?"

Suddenly, another voice sounded, like an old granny, slow and low.

Zhang Fan’s heart moved, primordial spirit emerged, opening his mouth a hundred primordial spirits flew out, returning to the body acupoints.

In the wild grass, one by one, yellow-skinned rats stood up, seeming to awaken from a long dream.

On the central plaza, Huang Erlang, Huang Sanlang, Huang Silang and others awoke, looking at Zhang Fan with horror, devoid of the earlier aura.

"Huang Sanlang, you could deliver a message to Li Changgeng." Zhang Fan spoke.

With Yellow Skin Cave’s ancestor intervening, it wouldn’t do to continue the slaughter.

"What?" Huang Sanlang showed hesitation.

"This time, let’s see if he can be reborn from being beheaded again."

Hearing this, Huang Sanlang’s face changed dramatically, how could he not guess that this man before him was Li Changgeng’s unparalleled adversary, it was indeed this man who killed Huang Liulang and the Xu Family disciples.

Thinking of this, Huang Sanlang couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear.

"Alright, I’ll definitely deliver your message."

Huang Sanlang gritted his teeth, turned and left the Yellow Skin Cave.

"Young man..."

At this moment, that hoarse and aged voice sounded again from the dark cave.

Zhang Fan’s mind tensed, turned back formally to pay his respects.

"Junior Zhang Fan, pays respects to senior."

"Zhang!? He also has the surname Zhang?"

Zhang Wuming showed an unusual expression.

"Zhang Fan..."

"The Southern Zhang Lineage, its incense flames are unbroken."

A lingering sigh came from the ancient cave.

When these words fell, Zhang Wuming’s expression finally changed, his eyebrows raised, staring at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

"You are a descendant of the Southern Zhang!!?"