Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 132 - 101: The Grand Spirit King’s Life and Death Mystery! Named Jin Mao Day
Lifebound Yuan Chen hides a person’s fate of life and death.
If you ask who in this world has no Lifebound Yuan Chen, there’s only one kind of person.
"The dead!"
"How could this be?"
Wang Xuangang raised his eyebrows, looking at Zhang Fan in disbelief. Zhang Fan stood there alive and well, but both in terms of technique and principle...
"You’re already a dead man?"
At this moment, even Jiang Hu’s expression turned strange.
"I’m still alive..."
Zhang Fan’s gaze darkened slightly, unable to hold back as he asked, "Is there any Daoist Skill in this world that can make a person’s Lifebound Yuan Chen disappear?"
"The Star Worship Lineage observes the Celestial Phenomenon and watches over life and death—they are true masters in this field... yet I’ve never heard of such a technique."
Wang Xuangang said in a low voice, "To obscure the Celestial Secret, to even deceive the heavens themselves... perhaps such a Daoist Skill does exist in this world, but I do not know of it."
"You should understand as well what kind of technique this is—moving stars and changing constellations, reversing life and death..."
"And what kind of cultivation that would require."
"Zhang Fan... who are you really?"
Beside him, Jiang Hu finally couldn’t help voicing the question weighing in his heart.
Ever since Zhang Fan so easily mastered the Northern Emperor Technique, he had shown all manner of extraordinary qualities, so much so that even Jiang Hu, from the Maoshan Shangqing Sect, found it unimaginable.
"Not a single word of this is to be spoken outside."
Zhang Fan swept his gaze across the two, and though he trusted Wang Xuangang and Jiang Hu deeply, this matter concerned his secret and would be treated with utmost caution.
"Let it end here then," Wang Xuangang replied in a low voice.
"You need to be careful yourself. There is no such thing as eternal loyalty in this world."
At these words, Jiang Hu’s expression grew peculiar; naturally, he could hear the unspoken meaning in Wang Xuangang’s words.
Since ancient times, loyalty was the most praised precisely because it was the rarest—brothers of the same blood might still turn on one another, let alone outsiders!?
"I’ll leave Wang Xuanmiao to you... your Wang Family will deal with her yourselves." Zhang Fan nodded, not wishing to linger on the topic, swiftly changing the subject.
"Be careful... Experts from the Wuwei Sect may be eyeing your Wang Family’s [Beidou Refining God]... stay alert."
At this point, Zhang Fan was ninety percent certain the target was the Worshiping Star Sect’s [Beidou Refining God], perhaps seeking a particular important individual, attempting to pry into his secret.
This person was important enough to keep even the [Rooster] of the Thirteen Zodiacs awake at night.
"Understood."
Wang Xuangang nodded, his cold gaze falling upon the unconscious Wang Xuanmiao.
...
Towards dusk, Wang Family Residence.
In a basement, inside a cold room, the surrounding walls were all made of iron, heavy chains clashed unceasingly, mingled with sounds of agonized groaning.
By now, Wang Xuanmiao had become a prisoner, hair disheveled, body covered in blood, utterly devoid of her former grace. The most ruthless of all—her scapula had been hooked through with a knife.
The so-called "scapula" refers to the shoulder blade. In many films and dramas, when immortals wielding magical power are captured, in order to prevent them from using techniques, their scapulae are bound in this way. With this done, no matter how great their magical power, they are rendered helpless.
In Journey to the West, after Sun Wukong was captured by Erlang God, his scapulae were pierced and he was thrown into the Laojun’s Alchemy Furnace.
In reality, piercing the scapula isn’t quite so mystical—the reason it can restrain cultivators is that a hole is driven through the shoulder blade, right through to the collarbone, drastically limiting the movement of the upper limbs, essentially crippling them.
Moreover, Daoists require seals, Gang Step, curse words and the like to cast spells, so if the scapula is pierced, one’s entire skillset is rendered worthless.
Of course, those who have reached the point of techniques manifesting with a single thought would never wind up in such a predicament.
"Still refusing to say anything?"
At this moment, outside the iron door, Wang Zhenyu peered through the glass at Wang Xuanmiao inside, a cold, sinister light flickering in his eyes.
As the Wang Family’s helmsman, with clan disciples colluding with the Wuwei Demon, this alone was nothing—but now that she’d been caught red-handed, death was the only fate she deserved.
"I doubt we’ll get anything out of her."
Just then, Wang Zhenshi spoke up from the side.
"Who were those two young men earlier today?" Wang Zhenyu paused slightly, asking offhandedly.
"One’s called Jiang Hu, formerly a disciple of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect. He’s now living in Night is not bright, and that business with the Shen Family a while back was related to him." Wang Zhenshi had already investigated thoroughly and quickly reported.
"Jiang Hu... got it, that little fellow." Wang Zhenyu nodded, not taking it to heart.
"The other one is called Zhang Fan, also currently in Night is not bright."
"Zhang Fan!? What’s his background?" Wang Zhenyu pressed.
"He’s said to be quite close with the Xiong Family."
"The Xiong Family!? Was he also the one who took down Wang Xuanqing last time?" Wang Zhenyu’s brows furrowed slightly.
"That’s right, it was him."
"How does Xuangang know him? They shouldn’t have any connection."
"That... I’m not sure. I had people look into the kid, but nothing turned up."
"How is that possible?"
Wang Zhenyu’s brows trembled, an odd light shining in his eyes.
In Yujing, as long as someone’s alive... no, alive or dead—it didn’t matter—there was no one whose background the Wang Family couldn’t dig out.
"Word is, he’s a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain," Wang Zhenshi lowered his voice.
Earlier today, he’d also thought Zhang Fan was just a nobody propped up by the Xiong Family’s influence. But now, it seemed that wasn’t the case.
"Zhenwu Mountain... there’s an Optimus Prime hidden there." A trace of dread flickered in Wang Zhenyu’s eyes.
