Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 116 - 94: The Mountain Sees No Zhang, the Dao Sees No Li! Eleven Years Ago_2
"Qi Delong, Qi Dongqiang, the two brothers!?" Wang Xuansha named the two.
"That’s right." Wang Xuanfei nodded.
Laojun Mountain was already one of the ten great famous Daoist mountains in the world.
And the Qi Brothers, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, were the outstanding talents among their generation of disciples, with reputations no lesser than An Wuyang of Zhongnan Mountain or Xia Weisheng of Zhenwu Mountain.
"They dared cause trouble at White Crane Temple?" Wang Xuanqing sneered coldly.
Though White Crane Temple didn’t command a prominent mountain or river, it was after all located in Shangjing City. In ancient times, that would have been at the Emperor’s feet—the very heart of civilization, a place of profound significance.
"These two brothers are so renowned for a reason. I heard from Second Uncle that the two are twins, born with an innate sense of each other. Their Primordial Spirits can merge as one, and they can combine their powers." Wang Xuansha spoke in a deep voice.
"Merge their Primordial Spirits? Is such a thing actually possible?"
As soon as the words fell, both Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanfei’s expressions changed.
The Primordial Spirit is innately born, more refined even than the brain; the slightest increase or decrease has immeasurable effects, let alone fusing two entirely different spirits—it would usually cause madness even in the best of cases.
"This is a unique, extraordinary talent—Heaven’s own gift." Wang Xuansha said gravely.
The merging of Primordial Spirits is like clouds propping up the sky, vast and boundless.
Their oppressive aura was unmatched by any cultivator’s Primordial Spirit.
Primordial Spirit is the foundation of every cultivator, and also the key to comprehending Pure Yang.
An ordinary person, even if they trained a first-rate Inner Core Technique to strengthen the spirit, would still hit a ceiling.
But for these two Qi brothers, merging their Primordial Spirits produced a synergy—greater than the sum of its parts. In front of them, the spirits of ordinary Daoists would collapse on touch.
Such overwhelming power bordering on breaking the rules—that’s what it means.
"So what happened in the end?" Wang Xuanqing played with the feather tattoo on his wrist and asked indifferently.
"Naturally, the brothers flaunted their might, sweeping through more than a dozen of White Crane Temple’s young elites." Wang Xuansha replied in a low, subdued voice.
"In sparring and magical combat, defeating over a dozen young experts in a row—that’s basically slapping White Crane Temple’s face."
Wang Xuanfei’s beautiful eyes sharpened: "Were the brothers really that arrogant!?"
"Arrogance requires ability." Wang Xuansha replied coolly.
Evidently, Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang had that ability. If one lacks edge, how can one reveal it fully!?
"How did it end? Did a senior from White Crane Temple step in to suppress them?" Wang Xuanqing couldn’t help asking.
"Actually, no."
Wang Xuansha slightly furrowed his brow, sounding uncertain: "There was another young expert in White Crane Temple. He emerged from seclusion and, with just one move, routed the two brothers."
"What? One move?"
The instant the words fell, both Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanfei’s expressions shifted dramatically.
Top Direct Disciples of this generation from Laojun Mountain, with such monstrous talent as merged Primordial Spirits, beaten by just one strike!?
If the one who did it had been an elder, that’d be understandable.
"A peer!? There’s such a genius among the younger generation of White Crane Temple?" Wang Xuanqing pressed further. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"No one knows... That man seems not in good health, spends long years recuperating, and even most disciples in White Crane Temple seldom see him."
"Who exactly is it?"
"All I know is his surname is Li." Wang Xuansha said gravely.
"Surname Li!?" Wang Xuanqing’s face twitched gently. Thinking of what he’d just said, a chill flashed in his eyes.
"There’s always someone greater—mountains beyond mountains, sky beyond sky. In this world, there will always be experts we can’t see."
Wang Xuansha seemed to glimpse Bai Xuanqing’s thoughts, and said in a deep voice: "Don’t just look outside—even in our own Wang Family..."
"It’s best to curb your urge to show off. You both have decent talent and your cultivation is on the rise, but you are not the strongest yet."
"Brother San, do you mean that freak, Wang Xuangang?" Wang Xuanfei asked.
At the mention of that name, Wang Xuanqing’s expression turned uneasy.
There’s a freak among the younger generation of the Wang Family—Wang Xuangang. It’s said the Seven Stars are in his destiny. When he was born, the Beidou Seven Stars hung overhead, starlight bathed his room, and he had seven red moles on the soles of his feet as birthmarks.
He was gifted from childhood, especially in the Worshiping Star Sect’s Daoist skills, showing almost inhuman talent.
"Wang Xuangang’s mind is messed up. He’s been in closed-door meditation for years and never leaves his house. He’s basically not normal." Wang Xuanqing said coldly.
"He’s not normal for a reason." Wang Xuansha responded seriously.
"What reason?"
"Do you remember the great fire here, eleven years ago?" Wang Xuansha brought up an old event.
"I remember..."
Ten-mile Gilded River, flames shooting to the skies, blazing so bright the night turned like day.
It made a huge stir at the time, but the incident was quickly suppressed from the top down—nobody was spared.
"Wang Xuangang’s mental issues are related?" Wang Xuanqing blurted out.
"Watch your words. He’s just mentally unstable, not a lunatic."
Wang Xuansha raised an eyebrow, looking a bit displeased.
Though Wang Xuangang’s mind isn’t right, his cultivation hasn’t lagged behind at all these years. In fact, his Dao Practice advanced at a frightening pace.
Exactly because of that, even as a madman, the Wang Family especially valued him and even issued strict orders—no one in the family, high or low, is allowed to speak ill of Wang Xuangang.
Leaving aside the family order—if such words got to that lunatic’s ears, who could stop him? Even if you were killed, you’d just have to count yourself unfortunate.
"Brother San, ignore him. Go on." Wang Xuanfei shot a fierce glare at Wang Xuanqing, clearly curious.
All these years, they only knew Wang Xuangang had mental issues, but not the reason why.
"So it relates to that fire?"
"That’s because he tasted his first major defeat." Wang Xuansha said heavily.
"First major defeat?" Wang Xuanqing couldn’t help saying, "That year, Wang Xuangang was only fifteen, yet already the family’s shining star."
"He was unmatched in the family, but in that great fire, he came across a master."
Wang Xuansha’s tone was heavy: "The blaze was raging, and out from the sea of fire, that man walked. With just a look, he plunged Wang Xuangang into a life-or-death crisis—his Dao Heart nearly shattered."
"What? Just a look!?"
The moment the words fell, both Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanfei’s faces changed. This tale was even more outrageous, more unbelievable, than those Qi Brothers losing in one move just now.
"How...how could this be?"
"Eleven years ago, even if Wang Xuangang was only fifteen, he was no rookie—his skills were rooted in the Worshiping Star Sect..."
"How could one glance break his Dao Heart?" Wang Xuanqing shook his head, clearly unable to accept it.
"But that’s the truth."
Wang Xuansha shook his head, paused a little, then said, "Though Wang Xuangang has been unstable most of the time these years, the family managed to get a few scraps of the truth from his mouth."
"His madness is probably because of that defeat."
"Because of that defeat, he became deranged, single-minded—a focus that actually made his Dao Practice progress rapidly." Wang Xuansha could not help but sigh with emotion.
Blessing and misfortune depend upon each other; fate is truly unpredictable.
If not for that tribulation back then, Wang Xuangang might never have reached his current level.
The cause and effect are all there.
No wonder the old saying goes—only by weathering a thousand tribulations can one become immortal.
Tribulation itself is the great medicine for cultivators.
"Brother San, who was it? Who brought down Wang Xuangang with just a glance—was it some elder bullying the young?"
Just then, Wang Xuanfei interjected.
"Bullying the young!?" Wang Xuansha muttered and shook his head, "I’m afraid that’s not it..."
"According to Wang Xuangang himself, the person who walked out of that fire and defeated him was..."
"A young boy!"
"A boy who looked even younger than him!"
With that, Wang Xuanqing and Wang Xuanfei looked at each other, shock written all over their faces.
"This... How is this possible!!?"
