Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 120 - 96: Great Spirit Sect King! Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation
A faint, cold fragrance stirs the breeze, a wisp of soul stirs the heart to weep.
In the small courtyard, it suddenly turned as silent as still water.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xuanqing fell straight to the ground, his breath feeble, almost cutting off.
No one expected Wang Xuanqing, so imposing with Daoist Candle Illumination that even Xiong Ba almost fell, to be like a lost soul against this mysterious young man before them.
"He’s gotten stronger again?" Xiong Qianqiu furrowed her brows slightly, unable to resist looking at Zhang Fan.
How long has it been since the Xiong Family Village incident? The Zhang Fan now seemed different again from that day.
She didn’t even see clearly what had just happened, how Zhang Fan struck.
"Did you... did you injure his Primordial Spirit?"
Wang Xuanfei bent down to check, and couldn’t help but turn pale, her pretty face instantly covered with a layer of frost.
In Daoist Sect Magical Combat, the greatest taboo is injuring the Primordial Spirit, which can cause someone to lose their mind, become a vegetable, or even lose their life.
She hadn’t expected that this young man, quiet and unassuming before entering the door, would once he struck have no scruples, ruthless to such an extent, defying all laws and principles.
"You dare..." Wang Xuanfei bit her silver teeth, her cold gaze sweeping over Xiong Ba and Xiong Qianqiu.
The person was brought by them, so they naturally had to account for this debt on the Xiong Family’s head.
"Enough."
Just then, Wang Xuansha spoke.
"Brother San..." Wang Xuanfei wanted to speak but was interrupted by the former raising his hand.
"In magical combat, he’s no match for the opponent, and the Ancestral Master’s disciple, he dared to draw a gun; even if he died, it’s no one’s fault."
Wang Xuansha looked at Wang Xuanqing, who was lying on the ground, his voice cold and indifferent.
"Brother San..."
Wang Xuanfei was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe her ears.
"Shut up."
Wang Xuansha glared fiercely, and then clasped his fist, saying, "Qianqiu, let’s end it here today. I won’t see you out."
Saying that, Wang Xuansha didn’t wait for Xiong Qianqiu to react, his indifferent gaze fell on Xiong Ba.
"Xiong Ba... I will remember you."
"Farewell."
Seeing things had come to this, Xiong Qianqiu could only rise and leave.
"Fellow Daoist."
Just as everyone was about to reach the door, Wang Xuansha’s voice rang out again.
Zhang Fan turned around and saw the other looking straight at him.
"May I ask the fellow Daoist’s name and honorific?"
"Zhang Fan!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan turned and stepped out of the courtyard gate.
"Zhang Fan..." Wang Xuansha looked at the empty doorway, his gaze focused, pondering Zhang Fan’s name.
"Brother San, this is such a big deal? Are we really going to let it go like this? That person is obviously not from the Xiong Family... What are you afraid of?" Wang Xuanfei finally couldn’t hold back and said in a deep voice.
"Foolish... Can’t you tell?"
Wang Xuansha gritted his teeth, staring hard at Wang Xuanqing.
If he hadn’t seen wrong, in the blink of an eye, Wang Xuanqing somehow almost forcibly pulled out that Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.
"God Capturing... that’s the Wuwei Sect’s Technique."
At this thought, Wang Xuansha’s face grew gloomier. If this matter were investigated further, it would bring great trouble to their Wang Family, too late to make peace. How dare they make it big?
"This idiot, how dare he swagger like this? Has his brain been filled with mercury?"
Thinking this, Wang Xuansha couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. He hadn’t expected Wang Xuanqing to be so arrogant and brainless, not knowing life from death. One misstep, and it would be a deadly disaster, also implicating the Wang Family.
"Brother San... Brother San..."
At this moment, Wang Xuanfei’s voice came, pulling Wang Xuansha’s thoughts back.
"Do you know who this kid has been associating with recently?" Wang Xuansha asked sternly.
"I’m not too sure about his circle..." Wang Xuanfei shook her head. "You know, at home, he is closest to Xuanmiao."
"Wang Xuanmiao!?" Wang Xuansha raised an eyebrow, showing a look of contemplation.
"Brother San, are we really going to let it go?" Wang Xuanfei couldn’t help but ask.
"That’s it, don’t go out and talk nonsense, and don’t go looking for trouble with the Xiong Family or that Zhang Fan privately."
Wang Xuansha solemnly warned, "Otherwise, if I find out, I’ll break your legs."
"I understand."
Wang Xuanfei furrowed her delicate brows, her face full of confusion, but still nodded.
"Hopefully, that person hasn’t noticed."
Wang Xuansha looked towards the empty doorway, but Zhang Fan’s name floated in his mind.
"It’s time to eat."
Just after leaving the Wang Family’s courtyard, Zhang Fan suggested.
"What to eat?" Xiong Ba asked casually.
"Pork knuckle rice." Zhang Fan proposed.
Longjiang pork knuckle rice, taste the romance of men.
"Zhang Fan..."
Just then, Xiong Qianqiu suddenly stopped and called out.
"What?" Zhang Fan turned back to ask.
"Nothing." Xiong Qianqiu shook her head, quietly walking ahead.
She really wanted to ask Zhang Fan what had just happened, but the moment the thought arose, she clearly felt a strong pressure emanating from Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, heavy with warning, fierce and overbearing, completely unlike Zhang Fan’s temperament.
At this moment, Xiong Qianqiu naturally dared not say a word.
...
Evening, Hongfu Garden.
The room was unlit, pitch dark, only faint moonlight streaming through the window.
On the table sat a bottle of sleeping pills, next to it, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing carried a strange rhythm.
Under the ceiling, a figure identical to Zhang Fan hung suspended cross-legged, like his shadow, surrounded by a faint glow, as if bathed in lunar radiance.
