Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 109 - 91: All Techniques Are Innately Free! Thump, Thump (5k Mega - )_2
Ghost Refining of Yin Mountain is divided into Ghost Messenger, Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Evil, Ghost General, and Ghost Commander...
No one expected that Xiong Qianqiu, who usually kept a low profile, had secretly trained a Ghost Evil. Though it was only in its initial form, it was enough to suppress Xiong Ba.
Boom...
Suddenly, Xiong Ba let out a muffled groan as that eerie shadow pressed down, sending him flying.
He hit the ground heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, unable to gather the True Yang within his body.
"This woman is indeed formidable," Xiong Qianshan couldn’t help but look over at Xiong Qianqiu, inwardly wary.
At this moment, he finally realized he had underestimated her; the gap between them was much larger than he had imagined.
Indeed, never let others see your trump card; this is true concealment, true Daoist Skill.
Such was the case with both Xiong Qianqiu and Xiong Ba.
However, the gap between them was not something Xiong Ba could catch up to with just a short period of hard practice.
"It’s a pity, your Taiyin Technique is still lacking, otherwise, given another year, I might not have been able to suppress you."
Xiong Qianqiu looked indifferently at the fallen Xiong Ba, her eyes cold.
"You are, after all, of Xiong Family bloodline, I won’t kill you, but your Daoist Skill can’t be left intact."
As soon as she finished speaking, the shadow curled on the ground suddenly expanded, like a rising tide rushing towards Xiong Ba, a cold current surging as if to drag him into a desolate coffin.
"It’s over."
Xiong Ba felt a jolt in his heart, but at this point, he was powerless.
"The Xiong Family still has talent."
Just then, a casual voice echoed in everyone’s ears. Xiong Ba’s expression changed slightly, seeing a figure flickering like a phantom, blocking in front of him - who else could it be but Zhang Fan?
Buzz...
Zhang Fan stood unmoving, yet the ground beneath him suddenly cracked, a swirl of dust rising like ripples, stopping the advancing shadow abruptly.
"Who are you?" Xiong Qianqiu turned pale, forming seals with her hands and chanting softly.
The Ghost Evil, displaying its ferocity, separated from the ground, revealing a blue face with tusks, pouncing towards Zhang Fan.
"Be careful, that’s a Ghost Evil!" Xiong Ba warned in shock.
Rumble...
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan’s right hand slowly extended, gently vibrating. The force whirled in his palm like a vortex, forming and dissipating.
Roar...
The next moment, the Ghost Evil seemed to encounter boundless terror, howling towards the sky, reversing direction in an attempt to flee.
"Taiyi Celestial Venerable sits in Dongyang, raising the deceased to heaven."
In an instant, Zhang Fan’s right palm seemed to surge with hot blood, turning crimson, as if observed by the Primordial Spirit, it was like rising glow, the True Yang blazing.
Rumble...
Then, that Ghost Evil was directly squeezed into a ball by him, held in his palm, where the muscles vibrated, and the glow shimmered like flames. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a puff of smoke, dispersing and dissipating.
"This... how is this possible..."
The long corridor fell into dead silence; everyone was wide-eyed, staring at Zhang Fan, even Xiong Ba’s face showed an incredulous expression.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that the Zhang Fan before him was somewhat unfamiliar, somewhat different.
That was a Ghost Evil, Profound Yin Forming Evil, Refining Spirit into Evil, yet in Zhang Fan’s hands, it never found a trace of vitality; it didn’t even have time to let out a ghostly wail before turning to ashes.
Such methods, such dominance, were simply unimaginable, completely overturning Xiong Ba’s perception of Zhang Fan.
"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible..." Xiong Qianqiu turned pale, a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth.
The Ghost Evil was concocted with her Primordial Spirit; now that it’s burnt, she naturally suffered severe damage as well.
"Who are you? What on earth are you?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted her silver teeth.
Buzz...
With a gust of howling wind, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan was already standing in front of her, the terrifying pressure causing her to shiver instinctively.
"Since you spared his life, I won’t kill you either."
Zhang Fan whispered softly, pointing with his finger, placing it on Xiong Qianqiu’s forehead.
Immediately following, something unbelievable occurred, Xiong Qianqiu’s Primordial Spirit was forcibly extracted from her body by that finger.
"My... this..."
Xiong Qianshan’s eyes almost popped out; he had never heard of any technique capable of forcibly extracting the Primordial Spirit from the flesh shell.
At least, the Yin Mountain Sect had no such Technique.
"Who... who is this?" A voice seemed to scream in Xiong Qianshan’s heart, his scalp tingling.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Xiong Qianqiu’s Primordial Spirit wailed in Zhang Fan’s grasp, her trembling voice laced with terror.
Zhang Fan looked on indifferently, the hot blood in his palm coursing, as if casting Xiong Qianqiu’s Primordial Spirit into a sea of flames, a purgatorial torment.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
The excruciating howls rang in everyone’s ears, sending shivers down their spines; Xiong Qianshan and Xiong Qianxing shrank their necks like quails, their faces convulsing, not daring to utter a sound.
Only Zhang Fan remained expressionless.
Buzz...
With a flick of Zhang Fan’s finger, Xiong Qianqiu’s Primordial Spirit returned to her body.
At that moment, her complexion turned even paler, devoid of any blood, her breath weakened to the extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind, seemingly on the verge of extinction.
"You... you crippled my Dao Practice." Xiong Qianqiu gritted her silver teeth.
"If you can endure countless tribulations, you will naturally be enlightened, achieving immortality." Zhang Fan said calmly. "I am giving you a chance..."
"I am transforming you."
"..."
With these words, there was complete silence, everyone exchanged glances, their expressions turning curious.
