Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 110 - 91: All Techniques Originate from Freedom! Thump Thump, Thump Thump (5k-Word Mega - )_3

Chapter 110: Chapter 91: All Techniques Originate from Freedom! Thump Thump, Thump Thump (5k-Word Mega Chapter)_3

"So, should I thank you then?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted his teeth and said.

"If you can extinguish the hatred in your heart, if you can break and rebuild, you truly should thank me."

"You..."

"You don’t understand now, it’s not your fault..." Zhang Fan had a compassionate look, as if enlightening a mere mortal.

"You don’t understand now because you are foolish, you are obsessed... When you break through the heavy fog in your heart... Rest assured, you will definitely kneel before me."

At this, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Giving you tribulation is giving you an opportunity, something others can’t even wish for."

Saying this, Zhang Fan turned around, helped Xiong Ba up, and started walking towards the exit of the ancestral hall.

"Did he... did he just insult someone?" Xiong Qianshan watched Zhang Fan’s departing figure, and couldn’t help but mutter.

At this time, outside the Xiong Family Ancestral Hall, there were already many people standing, quite a few of them with blushing cheeks, as if they had been smacked by a cucumber, with clear and distinct marks.

Zhang Fan just stepped out the door, seeing such a scene, couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.

"It’s this little rascal."

Xiong Guanchen’s eyes were focused like a line, staring intently at Zhang Fan, full of curiosity, yet with Xiong Sanqi by his side, he could only suppress his curiosity.

"Uncle, the Xiong Family does have some talents." Xiong Sanqi glanced at Zhang Fan, then his gaze fell on Xiong Ba beside him.

"This little rascal is quite impressive... I’m afraid the future fortune of the Xiong Family depends entirely on him."

Upon hearing this, even Xiong Baoping couldn’t help but change his expression.

"I understand... From now on, I will cultivate him as the next heir of the Xiong Family."

"Father."

Xiong Baoping’s face twitched sharply, looking at Xiong Guanchen in disbelief.

Not to mention Xiong Ba is not a direct disciple, even if he was, to cultivate him as an heir is too reckless.

One must know, the inheritance of the Yin Mountain Xiong Family has its own rules and laws.

"This decision is made." Xiong Guanchen shook his head and whispered.

Not to mention Xiong Sanqi holding this little rascal in high regard, just the relationship between Xiong Ba and Zhang Fan means they are no ordinary people.

Xiong Sanqi sees further than anyone else, even though he wiped out the Ghost General of the Xiong Family, indirectly taking away the suppressed Evil Gods, shaking the hundred-year foundation of the Xiong Family.

But this one reminder is equivalent to letting the Xiong Family continue their incense, seize a hundred years of fortune.

As to whether they can grasp it, that would depend on the Xiong Family’s own fate.

"Uncle Sanqi."

Zhang Fan stepped forward, bowed slightly, understanding that the reason Xiong Sanqi was here, was to support and guard him.

At this time, Zhang Fan indeed recalled some things, yet still somewhat vague.

"Uncle Sanqi, there’s something I want to ask you." Zhang Fan spoke up.

"I know what you want to ask, but..."

Xiong Sanqi shook his head, pulling Zhang Fan aside: "These things can only be told to you directly by your father..."

"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded, not pressing further.

"Xiong Ba, come with me."

Just at this moment, Xiong Guanchen gestured and surprisingly wanted to lead Xiong Ba to the Daoist Temple left by the Ancestral Master.

"Uncle Sanqi..." Zhang Fan felt a little worried.

"It’s okay, let him go, it’s his destiny." Xiong Sanqi said firmly and quietly.

Zhang Fan nodded, feeling slightly at ease.

"Let’s go, I believe you’re tired today."

Xiong Sanqi waved his hand, considering the matters of today to be satisfactorily concluded, marking the end, whether it’s Zhang Fan, Xiong Ba, Xiong Qianqiu, or the Xiong Family...

After today, the fates of many people will change.

The waves of the River Sea, how far they ripple, the vast future, no one can see the changing fate.

"I’ll take you back."

Xiong Sanqi drove the large vehicle, carrying Zhang Fan away from Xiong Family Village.

"It feels like I forgot something?" Zhang Fan looked at the gradually receding Xiong Family Village, showing a hint of hesitation.

"Forgot what?" Xiong Sanqi asked casually.

"Nothing, shouldn’t be important."

Zhang Fan shook his head, suppressing the last bit of doubt in his heart.

...

Evening, Hongfu Garden.

On the rooftop of Building 73, Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng stood side by side, looking at the myriad of lights in the distance.

"The Divine Splitting Technique is truly miraculous, did Fan retrieve the Evil Gods?" Liu Fusheng couldn’t help but ask.

"He probably did, he seems to have regained some strength." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Then he..."

"The person probably wasn’t affected." Xiong Sanqi said somewhat uncertainly.

The Divine Splitting Technique, turning one spirit into three.

The Good God represents the main personality’s disposition, the Evil Gods hold knowledge and experience...

"The Evil Gods took away key memories and power... that’s the most important part." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

After Zhang Fan merged with the Evil Gods, his past experiences and knowledge returned, and his Primordial Spirit’s power was slightly restored, but to truly escape tribulation and restore his full strength, he needs to recover the Evil Gods.

But as of now, where exactly is that Evil Gods?

No one knows.

"There’s something I care about," Xiong Sanqi suddenly said.

"What is it?" Liu Fusheng asked.

"Big Brother Zong said that back then, Li Linglong didn’t teach him the Divine Splitting Technique."

"Hmm!?" Liu Fusheng paused for a moment, then revealed a strange expression.

"Then where did Fan learn the Divine Splitting Technique from?"

"I don’t know." Xiong Sanqi shook his head.

"Big Brother Zong doesn’t know either."

After these words, both fell into silence.

...

At this moment, in Zhang Fan’s home.

On the table in the room, there was a bottle of sleeping pills, Zhang Fan had long fallen asleep, with his breathing constant and long, and his body lightly rising and falling.

In the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, it was still the night ten years ago.

The endless darkness finally had a glimmer of light.

Thump thump... thump thump...

At this moment, a strange noise suddenly rang out, like the heartbeat of a human body, bringing a hint of vitality to the lifeless long night.

"Ten years... I finally heard your voice again..."

Suddenly, an eerie whisper emerged from the endless darkness, accompanied by the clash of heavy chains.

"Little rascal, it won’t be long before you can escape tribulation."

"It won’t be long..."

The eerie whisper gradually fell silent, as though entering sleep, only the heavy sound of chains continued to clatter, eternally imprisoned.