Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 133 - 101: The Grand Spirit King’s Life and Death Mystery! Known as Jin Mao Day_2
"Are you talking about transformation..."
"Get lost!" Wang Zhenyu glanced sideways, showing a look of annoyance: "Do you really think you’re being funny?"
"I just think there’s no need to be so overly cautious..."
Wang Zhenshi’s face showed an awkward smile, subconsciously looking towards Wang Xuanmiao inside the iron gate.
"Clan leader, actually everyone knows how deeply the Wuwei Sect has infiltrated over these years, which family is truly clean?"
Wang Zhenshi looked at Wang Zhenyu’s expression, unable to hold back: "It’s different now compared to the past..."
Though history records nine instances of Mountain-breaking and Temple-attacking, if one were to say it was purely a battle between good and evil, that’s nonsense. Tracing back the origins, who can explain it clearly!?
But now, even the once top enemy of the Wuwei Sect, the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, is gone, and if we were to say that the Wuwei Sect is still monstrous, I fear the voices won’t be as unified as before.
"Foolish!"
Wang Zhenyu’s face slightly darkened as he shouted sternly: "No matter the current environment, the slogans from above remain consistent..."
"If we don’t even maintain appearances, then death isn’t far off."
"Actually... didn’t our Wang Family also encounter such an incident before? Back then, our seventh..."
At this point, Wang Zhenshi’s voice stopped abruptly.
"Zhenhuang was exceptional among us back then, the only one who mastered the Beidou Refining God... He colluded with the Wuwei Sect, and the reason he survived was because he paid a huge price." Wang Zhenyu said solemnly.
"A huge price?" Wang Zhenshi showed a curious look.
Rumors about Wang Zhenhuang have never ceased within the Wang Family.
Some say, in his youth, like Xiong Sanqi from the Xiong Family, he followed that man to distant places, sweeping across the Seven Eastern and Southern Provinces, invincible and undefeated, notorious, even alarming the White Crane Temple.
"He betrayed that man, that’s why the ones above were willing to spare his life, even so... now he is neither like a person nor like a ghost." Wang Zhenyu could not help but sigh.
"That man..."
Wang Zhenshi remained silent, and by now, perhaps no one remembers the title that man held, but in their era, his name was earth-shattering, spanning north and south.
"The Great Spirit Sect King!"
...
At that moment, inside that dusty room.
In a huge glass container, the emerald green liquid continuously bubbled, and a hideous and eerie remnant lay submerged within, floating up and down.
Thud... thud... thud...
Suddenly, a slow and leisurely footstep echoed within the room, the door was not opened, but a person had already arrived.
A cloaked figure, as if shrouded in shadow, abruptly appeared in front of the gigantic glass container.
Meanwhile, within the glass container, that mutilated body slowly opened its only remaining eye.
"How pathetic... The once renowned Beidou Wanderer has ended up like this... worse than a stray dog."
A mocking laughter reverberated in the cold and clear room.
"Being able to come and go in the Wang Family as if it’s an unguarded place, truly befitting of you..."
"Rooster!"
"The Immortal is highly elusive... Back then, I learned some techniques from the Immortal." The newcomer chuckled softly.
"The Thirteen Zodiacs, with humans as the lead..."
"The title of Human Xiao is the Immortal..." On Wang Zhenhuang’s grotesquely damaged face appeared a look of ridicule: "You actually dared to learn His Daoist Skill!?"
"Throughout the ages, out of ten Daoists under the heaven, nine are surnamed Zhang, and one is surnamed Li..."
"The surname Li is the origin of all paths... The Immortal is surnamed Li, so learning His Daoist Skill means returning to the origin." The newcomer said casually.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Zhenhuang asked in a deep voice.
"Some old matters, I want to ask about them clearly."
"What?" Wang Zhenhuang pursued.
"Back then, you betrayed the Great Spirit Sect King, leaking the secret of him entering the Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation, which is how we seized the opportunity to slay them father and son beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain..."
"But over the years, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is amiss." The newcomer spoke in a tense whisper.
"I don’t understand what you mean." The mutilated body within the glass container spoke in a deep voice.
"The Great Spirit Sect King... who exactly is he? The Divine Demon Holy Embryo... what kind of Technique is that?"
"I have a feeling... he’s not dead yet!?"
Gurgle gurgle...
Suddenly, a rapid string of bubbles surged up inside the massive glass container.
"Not dead? Given the enormous price paid back then, how could they possibly have survived?"
"If he weren’t dead, then how could I still be clinging to life here?" Wang Zhenhuang’s teeth, bared amidst his mutilated face, gritted forcefully.
"Precisely because you’re not dead, it indicates he is still alive." The newcomer sneered.
"To cope with the tribulation, he deliberately made you leak the secret, leading us to lay a deadly trap, allowing him to escape. Ten years is enough to accomplish many things..."
The newcomer’s voice became chilling and frosty.
"Wang Zhenhuang... who would have thought that someone as rebellious as you would be the most loyal to him among those people..."
"Willing to be so wretched, neither like a person nor a ghost... not even worthy of a stray dog, yet still content to play into his game."
The newcomer’s voice grew increasingly icy, increasingly angry, with a hint of tremor emerging.
"Are you afraid?"
Inside the giant glass container, a taunting voice emanated from the fragmented body.
"What a pity... he wasn’t ruthless enough... he could have killed you..."
The newcomer calmed down, their cold gaze piercingly fixed on the shattered body inside the container beneath their sinister cloak.
"These are all your assumptions... Rooster... you’ve lived your life in his shadow..."
"Even if he’s been dead for ten years, he’s almost become your heart demon..."
"You’ll never escape it this lifetime."
As they spoke, the fragmented body inside the glass container let out a piercing laugh, accompanied by a violent cough, as scarlet blood seeped continuously from the cracks and wounds in the flesh.
"He’s not a heart demon, he’s a real demon..."
"The wound he left on the Rat ten years ago hasn’t been completely healed..."
At this point, the newcomer’s voice paused slightly, seemingly suppressing their inner fear.
"You’re scared to death."
Inside the giant glass container, Wang Zhenhuang laughed more recklessly, even though the wounds were tearing open, the fragmented body seemed ready to split apart at any moment.
For ten years, he had been living as neither man nor ghost, yet he had never laughed this heartily as he did today.
"Afraid? How could I be afraid?"
At this moment, the newcomer’s voice became exceptionally steady, with a hint of mockery in their words.
"Human Xiao has been dead for ten years, hasn’t he... You probably didn’t know..."
"The new Human Xiao has been born!"
Blub blub...
Strings of bubbles rose continuously from the liquid inside the giant glass container.
"Now... tell me, is he not dead? Has he survived the tribulation?"
The newcomer spoke softly, a trace of longing in their voice.
"You can take a guess."
Wang Zhenhuang grinned and laughed maniacally.
Bang...
As soon as they finished speaking, an invisible wave surged up, causing the fragmented body inside the glass container to explode, turning into a mist of blood that polluted the emerald-green liquid.
"Guess your mother!"
The newcomer coldly glanced at the filthy container and turned to leave.
...
The next day, morning.
Taoyuan Square.
Zhang Fan acted as if nothing happened, still following his routine, showing up for work on time.
As soon as he reached the entrance, he encountered Wen He.
"Sister Wen, morning..."
"Fanfan, you look like you had a rough night’s sleep." Wen He, like a caring neighborhood sister, showed concern.
"I haven’t been sleeping well lately."
"With no energy at work, success in your career is unlikely. Fanfan, why don’t you buy some oranges?" Wen He suggested.
"Do oranges aid sleep?"
"No, but they help your career." Wen He shook her head.
"Why?"
"Because career and orange sound the same." Wen He smiled slightly.
"..."
"I happen to plan on buying some fruit... Oh, just remembered, a fruit shop just opened downstairs, it’s quite cheap, want to join me?" Zhang Fan recalled.
Yesterday, three pounds of apples cost just ten bucks.
"Fanfan, you take care of it yourself, I have a ton of things to do." Wen He gave a sweet smile and went straight to the elevator.
Zhang Fan went alone to the underground square, where a nondescript fruit shop opened early, with an elderly man with gray hair cheerfully bringing out the fruit.
"Sir, can I get two pounds of oranges?"
"Young man, back again?" The old man seemed to remember Zhang Fan, as few young people like him enjoyed picking and haggling.
"Good choice, career and orange sound the same, I’ll pick the nice big ones for you."
"Give me a good deal afterward." Zhang Fan chuckled, "Sir, what’s your name? Give me a good deal, and I’ll come often."
"Sure sure, still the young ones helping the old man’s business..." The old man bent over, picking out oranges, his head never raised.
"My surname is Jin... name is..."
"Jin Mao Day!!"
