Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 642: Chapter 312: Farewell, Zhao Jie Xuan! The North-South Conflict (Part 2)

"What are you doing?" Li Miaoyin became alert and grabbed Zhang Fan’s wrist.

"I want to save him."

"No, what’s your relationship with him? That’s the Great Night, he can’t be saved, don’t drag yourself down." Zhang Wuming couldn’t help but say.

"He’s my Evil God!" Zhang Fan pondered slightly and did not hide it.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Divine Splitting Technique!?" Li Miaoyin exclaimed.

"Brother, you’re crazy..." Zhang Wuming’s brow twitched, looking at Zhang Fan, also revealing an incredulous expression.

Cultivating both the Refined Divine Demon Holy Embryo and the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, such a reckless act is akin to courting death, as if dying isn’t fast enough.

Zhang Fan remained silent, with a faint light flickering in the center of his brow, rising and not extinguishing, as if his Primordial Spirit was about to emerge.

"Then you absolutely cannot."

Li Miaoyin held Zhang Fan’s hand tightly and shook her head.

"You haven’t yet undergone Divine Fusion, if you enter the realm of the Great Night, both will sense each other, and great tribulation will occur."

"Do you want to die here?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan fell silent.

Li Miaoyin was right, Divine Fusion inevitably leads to tribulation, the Great Night is indeed not the most suitable ground for the divine.

"Let me do it."

At this moment, Li Miaoyin spoke astonishingly.

"You!?" Zhang Fan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"That’s the Great Night, a perilous place for the Daoist Family, how can you manage?"

"You underestimate people." Li Miaoyin chided.

"Don’t forget, you owe me a favor."

As her words fell, without waiting for Zhang Fan’s response, Li Miaoyin slowly released her hand, a light flickered at her brow, and a Primordial Spirit ascended to the sky, entering directly into Zhao Jie Xuan’s Spirit Platform.

"Li Miaoyin!"

Zhang Fan’s face changed abruptly, calling out her name.

"I promise you, I will bring him out, protect me!"

Li Miaoyin’s voice seemed to come from a far distance, echoing gently, then fading away.

Zhang Fan’s gaze focused into a line, observing with Primordial Spirit Observation, within the Inner Scenery, chaotic darkness, as if an eternal night, without a glimpse of Celestial Light.

Li Miaoyin’s Primordial Spirit entering, yet like a fish swimming, never lost.

"She can actually traverse the Great Night?" Zhang Fan’s brow trembled, revealing a look of surprise.

"What kind of person is Sister-in-law, after all?"

Zhang Wuming also showed a shocked expression, couldn’t help but lean closer to Zhang Fan, whispering.

"The Great Night... she actually isn’t affected by the Great Night?" Zhang Fan murmured, his eyes holding an inscrutable expression.

He slightly turned his gaze, looking at Li Miaoyin’s body, without overthinking, but gently placed her to the side, for good care.

"Guard this place well." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Whether it’s Zhao Jie Xuan or Li Miaoyin, he must guard them well.

"This place is so hidden, what could possibly not be well-guarded?" Zhang Wuming surveyed the surrounding environment, wanting to explore this lost palace and temple.

Hearing this, Zhang Fan shook his head.

"All fate is tribulation."

At such a critical juncture, he couldn’t believe everything would go smoothly, especially with strong foes lurking within these Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Li Changgeng had been relentlessly pursuing Zhao Jie Xuan, aside from him, there was also a North Zhang disciple.

That was a truly divine presence fixed in name.

"Zhang Huntu!?" Zhang Wuming’s eyes sank slightly, and he coldly said, "Brother, you’re so formidable, do you still fear him?"

Cultivating the Refined Divine Demon Holy Embryo, comprehending the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate.

Such a prodigy, even within the Northern Zhang Lineage, belonged to the top tier.

"Standing here, even if you curse his ancestors for eight generations, see if he dares to respond!" Zhang Wuming laughed lightly.

Rumble...

As the words fell, a burst of explosive sound, the wall of the abandoned temple was blasted open with a large hole, and the twilight of the setting sun penetrated, highlighting the scattered smoky dust.

"My ancestors of eight generations are also his ancestors."

At this moment, a calm voice gently echoed.

Zhang Wuming’s face changed dramatically, gazing intently, they saw a young man walking slowly from the dust, with natural and gentle demeanor, yet his brow exuded boldness.

"Zhang Huntu!"

"Those with a false name have a locator inside them, didn’t you know?"

Zhang Huntu’s cold eyes lightly swept over, exuding a hint of cold indifference, not putting Zhang Wuming in his eyes at all.

Those who hadn’t undergone Divine Enthronement, not even worthy of the Zhang surname, were but false name borrowers.

"North Zhang disciple!"

Zhang Fan stepped forward, blocking in front of Zhang Wuming.

This subtle action alone made Zhang Huntu feel insulted, a hint of hostility rising in his arrogant gaze.

"The remnants of the South Zhang..."

"Your name is Zhang Fan, the bastard of Zhang Lingzong?!" Zhang Huntu said coolly.

"Screw you!" Zhang Fan retorted.

Hearing this, Zhang Huntu merely chuckled coldly, unperturbed.

"My uncle’s name is Zhang Qianxuan. He knew your father from a young age, fought with him all his life, each having life and death encounters."

"You’re the son of Zhang Lingzong. Today, on behalf of my uncle, I will capture you and bring you back to Beizhang."

"I suppose your father will come to save you."

As he spoke, Zhang Huntu unzipped his jacket and took it off.

"Toad yawning, bragging big," Zhang Fan’s eyes darkened, "Remember to send your uncle a dream telling him..."

"The one who killed you is named Zhang Fan!"

Boom...

As the words fell, the two figures moved almost simultaneously, their afterimages clashing like a black line in the dilapidated temple.

The violent sound echoed, and the terrifying power spread beneath them, completely demolishing the fragmented ground.

The fierce wind was like a storm, and the blown debris embedded in the walls like knives.

Zhang Wuming raised his hand, shielding Zhao Jie Xuan and Li Miaoyin.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield!"

Suddenly, amidst the dust, the True Flame erupted, like dragons gone mad, nine fire dragons attacked along with Zhang Fan’s figure.

The terrifying force directly blasted Zhang Huntu out of the dilapidated temple.

This place was already in ruins, clearly unable to withstand their power. If it collapsed, it would bury Zhao Jie Xuan and Li Miaoyin alive.

Boom...

The nine fire dragons intertwined and lingered, descending like a giant shield, trapping the flying Zhang Huntu. The terrifying heat and pressure released inward, like a high-pressure cooker, annihilating his body and spirit.

"Pure Yang Fire Technique!"

"The South Zhang has declined to this, only borrowing others’ Dharma Lineage!"

Zhang Huntu stood unmoving. Suddenly, he pointed out, a glow erupted at his fingertip, spreading like ink, tracing marvelous trajectories in the void.

"Three Mountains General Register, Dragon and Tiger Talisman Technique!"

Zhang Fan’s expression slightly tensed, knowing the Tao of Talismans worldwide was unparalleled at Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Since the Song and Yuan, Dragon Tiger Mountain has led the Three Mountains General Register, the highest orthodox in the Tao of Talismans, even the Maoshan Shangqing must bow in submission, taking orders from it.

"All the fires in the world, heed my command, avoid this Profound Talisman under decree!"

"Spirit Void Talisman Drawing!"

Zhang Huntu’s finger glowed and flickered, forming strange trajectories in the void, resembling True Flame encountering Great Demon, as if wild flames engulfing a divine realm, dimly revealing talisman patterns, Dragon and Tiger Talisman formed between his fingers.

"Dragon and Tiger Fire-Resistant Talisman!"

In the distance, Zhang Wuming watched the talisman forming outside the temple, exclaiming in shock.

This talisman is specialized to counter the path of True Flame.

Boom...

Indeed, as the Fireproof Talisman activated, the nine wild dragons roared to the skies as if they encountered great horror. Their fiery shine dimmed, scales shattered, and claws disbanded, turning to clouds and smoke in an instant.

Buzz...

Almost at the same moment, Zhang Fan had already charged forward, his hands forming a Sword Seal, treading the Celestial Gang with radiating brilliance from his brow.

Within ten steps, a terrifying aura surged from his Spirit Platform, like broad daylight, seeming like an eternal night, Yin and Yang coexisting, Divine Demon distinct.

Under the influence of this terrifying aura, Zhang Huntu’s body trembled, and his eyes briefly lost focus.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!"

Screech...

Zhang Fan’s hand slashed like a knife, wrapped in the scorching True Flame, across Zhang Huntu’s chest.

However, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Huntu retreated instinctively like a ghost.

Under Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit pressure, he only fell into a momentary trance before snapping back.

Scarlet blood dripped from his chest, accompanied by fierce True Flame.

"The wound is too shallow," Zhang Fan said with a frown.

"To be able to injure me, you’re indeed the remnant of the South Zhang," Zhang Huntu touched the blood on his chest, licking it at his lips, revealing an expression of excitement.

"It’s a pity your Divine Demon Holy Embryo isn’t fully cultivated yet."

As he spoke, Zhang Huntu shook his head, bringing his hands together before his chest.

"It’s over!"

As the words fell, behind him, flames faintly ascended, yet a strange fragrance wafted around him, like the incense in temples and Daoist temples, profound and mysterious, indescribable.

"Divine Enthronement Statue, Chaotic Heaven Great Saint!"