Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 633: Chapter 309: Chen Dragon (Second Update)

At dusk, the setting sun was as red as blood, piercing through layers of fog and poisonous miasma, casting its light at the entrance of the ancient Yellow Skin Cave.

In the desolate central square, only a few bone thrones remained.

The yellow-skinned creatures hiding in the grass had long since scattered, and this ancient demon cave returned to its cold clarity, just like the vast Hundred Thousand Mountains...

To cultivate means eternal loneliness.

Huang Jiu bid farewell to Zhang Fan and the others, long past the range of the Yellow Skin Cave.

"In just one night, you’ve improved quite a bit."

Walking through the empty mountains, Zhang Fan glanced sideways. He could sense that Huang Jiu’s Primordial Spirit had grown much stronger, like a seedling nourished with fertilizer, absorbing and growing, far from reaching its limit.

"That’s all thanks to you," Huang Jiu said in a deep voice.

The Primordial Spirits of two Zhang family experts surpass any miracle elixir, especially Zhang Liuming, who had reached the Mahayana Realm, shielded by Primordial Light, extraordinary beyond compare.

Such cultivation, wherever placed, would be a cornerstone of strength, a peerless expert.

Now they had become the foundation for Huang Jiu, and her Primordial Spirit had much room for growth.

"No wonder the Wuwei Sect once swept across the world, becoming a great calamity for the Daoist Sect."

Beside him, Zhang Wuming couldn’t help but sigh. Indeed, since leaving the Yellow Skin Cave, he had been observing Huang Jiu all along the way.

Refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit as medicine is indeed a shortcut in cultivation, an unrivaled technique.

"It’s a pity you don’t understand this technique, otherwise the absorption would have been more efficient," Zhang Fan whispered.

Those two Primordial Spirits entered Huang Jiu’s body through him, having been handled once, akin to secondhand smoke; naturally, it’s not as satisfying as doing it oneself.

"There are many ways to refine and nourish the Primordial Spirit as medicine, with hundreds, even thousands of methods, truly vast and profound," Li Miaoyin remarked seriously.

Her words made Zhang Fan look at her.

Even Huang Jiu and Zhang Wuming showed strange expressions.

Refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit as medicine is considered by Daoists to be an unorthodox, evil practice. Ordinary people have only heard of it, but how exactly to refine and how to turn it into medicine remains a great secret.

As for the myriad techniques, ordinary people have no way of knowing.

Just this one statement wasn’t something an ordinary expert could say.

"Have you refined it before?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"What do you think!?"

Li Miaoyin stopped, crossed her arms, and looked at Zhang Fan with a wry smile.

"Just joking... just joking... I was simply asking,"

Zhang Fan chuckled dryly, pushing Li Miaoyin forward.

"What’s going on with those two?" Huang Jiu muttered, watching the two people walk ahead.

"It’s like lice on a bald head..."

"Plain as day!"

"The character for ’lust’ is a tough mark, even disciples of South Zhang are not exempt from it."

Zhang Wuming shook his head, sighed lightly, and stepped forward to catch up with Zhang Fan.

Half a day later, the empty valley stretched before them, surrounded by towering peaks, making the valley appear like an open bag.

As far as the eyes could see, the ground was littered with Sacrificial Spirit Stones.

"This is the place you’re looking for, what we call the Ancient Sacrificial Land here in the Hundred Thousand Mountains," Huang Jiu pointed to the empty valley.

The place Lin Jianyue directed to, and the direction where Yu Xuanji’s aura disappeared, were both here.

In other words, Zhao Jie Xuan was here.

Li Changgeng was also here.

"At its peak, the Wuwei Sect dominated demons and ghosts of the mountains and seas, enveloping the world’s incense, establishing temples by rivers, and fixing shrines in mountains..." Zhang Wuming murmured, recalling a piece of history.

"Indeed!"

Huang Jiu nodded, "At the height of the Wuwei Sect, their incense was widespread across the mountains and seas; they once had a large following among the Hundred Thousand Mountains, with many demons, ghosts, and spirits worshiping."

Throughout history, demons, ghosts, and spirits have been considered sinister by the Daoist Sect.

When the Wuwei Sect was at its zenith, however, it was broadly worshipped, embracing all regardless of type.

Numerous demons and ghosts across the world believed in them, so much so that in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains’ precipices there were Daoist temples of the Wuwei Sect.

However, those worshipping them were not humans, but the spirits of the mountains and demons of the caves.

Huang Jiu once heard from the old demon in the cave that, in the ancestral tales passed down, during that time, the incense of the Wuwei Sect was at its peak, and spirits often conducted pilgrimages day and night, crying on moonlit nights, ending only at dawn.

Later, when wars erupted, breaking mountains and attacking temples, the Wuwei Sect nearly faced extinction, and their Daoist temples in the Hundred Thousand Mountains were also burned to the ground, their former glory abruptly becoming ruins.

The Ancient Sacrificial Land is where the Daoist temples of the Wuwei Sect once stood, and it is also where the last magical combat of breaking mountains and attacking temples occurred.

Countless Daoist Sect experts died here, and many members of the Wuwei Sect were entombed in it.

Time’s passage turns all memories to ashes, ancient techniques vanish into clouds.

"The place where the Wuwei Sect fell in former days," Zhang Fan gazed at the deep, secluded valley and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Do you really want to go in?" Huang Jiu couldn’t help asking.

The Ancient Sacrificial Land, known for its ominousness.

All the demon caves in the Hundred Thousand Mountains speak of it in hushed tones, with very few spirits and ghosts daring to enter.

However, some say that many Daoist and Wuwei Sect techniques and treasures are lost within, and occasionally, the bold among them venture inside, but few survive to leave.

"This is as far as you should go," Zhang Fan said softly.

"I can come with you," Huang Jiu’s expression changed, and added, "I’m not afraid of dying."

"We’re not going to die,"

Zhang Fan smiled gently, "Besides, your current cultivation wouldn’t be much help if you joined us."

Huang Jiu bit her silver teeth lightly, her expression dimmed, "You’re right, I’m too weak."

"Being weak now is okay, you’ll become very strong in the future."

Saying this, Zhang Fan patted Huang Jiu on the shoulder, "I believe in you."

"Zhang..."

Huang Jiu seemed in a daze, looking up at Zhang Fan, his eyes sincere and trusting.

"As we said, just look after your cave."