Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 50: Celestial Pig, Hai Pig King Tao

The Seven-Star Seal initiates the Dragon’s Chant, the true spirit revealed in the fierce fang blood.

In the quiet chamber, beneath layers of white glaring hides, Zhang Fan stood as a barrier before Jiang Lai, forming seals with his hands, chanting incantations, giving rise to a terrifying surge.

This was the return of the Primordial Spirit.

This was the frenzy of True Yang.

This was the path of cultivation.

This was the Daoist Techniques.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... The Great Evil Dragon Vein grows fangs, how can mortal beings move the Primordial Spirit..."

"How can you not be suppressed!?"

He Fei’s eyes widened, staring intently at Zhang Fan, unable to believe his own eyes.

Even though Jiang Lai had transformed into a Dragon-Suppressing Stake, suppressing the Dragon Vein beneath Taoyuan Square, the live sacrifice had been offered, and the seven ferocious fangs were fully revealed. Under such conditions, even cultivators were trapped, unable to move their Primordial Spirits.

"His Primordial Spirit..."

"Not normal!"

Wen He and Jiang Hu exchanged glances, seeing deep shock and incomprehension in each other’s eyes.

A normal person’s Primordial Spirit could never activate and manifest under the Seven Ferocious Dragon Fangs, let alone someone like Zhang Fan who hasn’t cultivated for long?

"Zhang Fan..."

Jiang Lai looked at that reliable back, murmuring softly, her beautiful eyes filled with a strange brilliance.

"Celestial Pig, Nine Elements Evil Child."

"Wuding Commander, Gao Diao Bei Weng."

"Seven Luminaries and Eight Spirits, Supreme Vast Evil."

"Long-headed Giant Beast, holding the Emperor’s Bell."

...

At this moment,

A curse was softly spoken, yet resounded mighty, emerging from the surging blood light, echoing in the quiet chamber, resounding in everyone’s ears, as if thunderous flashes, deafening.

"This is..."

At that moment, Jiang Hu’s pupils contracted suddenly, his trembling face revealing disbelief, and he barely opened his lips to utter eight words:

"Northern Emperor Evil Ghost, Celestial Pig Divine Curse?"

...

Yujing City, High-speed Rail South Station.

Bai Buran was pushing a luggage out of the exit when Old Yu had already been waiting for a long time.

"Boss..."

Old Yu waved his hand, hurried up, took over Bai Buran’s luggage, and led the way to the open-air parking lot, where the Five Spirits Rainbow Light had been waiting.

"Has anything happened at home while I was away?"

Walking out of the high-speed rail station, Bai Buran instinctively looked up at the sky, casually asking.

"What could happen? Everything’s calm and peaceful, everyone is doing well." Old Yu patted his chest and said.

"Hmm!?"

At that moment, Bai Buran abruptly halted, looking at the sky, looking towards the direction of Taoyuan Square...

Ominous clouds gathered, hiding the bright moon, celestial stars disappeared, dim and lightless.

"Daoist teachings passed down for thousands of years, North Celestial Profound Emperor the first slaughter..."

"Is this the Northern Emperor Technique!?"

Bai Buran muttered softly, his previously casual and lazy face now showing a trace of solemnity.

"Boss, what’s wrong?" Old Yu looked at Bai Buran’s expression, couldn’t help but ask.

"Something’s happened." Bai Buran said solemnly.

As soon as these words were spoken, a gust of wind howled, shadows flickered, but Bai Buran had already disappeared from the spot.

...

Taoyuan Square, thirteenth floor.

In the quiet chamber, the incantations recited by Zhang Fan grew more grand and vast, piercing the eardrums of everyone. His hands formed seals, True Yang surged, yet Taiyin Qi emerged, solidifying into evil.

"Three Gods of Suxiao, Yan Jia Kui Long,"

"Mighty Sword Divine King, slay evil and eradicate traces."

"Purple Qi Ascending to Heaven, Danxia Hechong,"

"Devouring Demon and Eating Ghost, horizontal body drinking wind,"

"Cangshe Lvchi, Four-eyed Old Man."

...

"Northern Emperor Technique... This is the Northern Emperor Technique... That day, was it you fighting with the experts of the Yin Mountain Sect?" He Fei’s face suddenly changed, staring intently at Zhang Fan as if seeing him anew.

The Celestial Pig Divine Curse, Northern Emperor Evil Ghost’s Great Skill, hidden inside are the names of the six palaces of Fengdu Ghosts and Gods; the Northern Emperor conceals its path. If people in the world obtain this technique and practice it, they achieve the path of immortality.

Since the Early Tang period, the Northern Emperor Technique was hailed as the Daoist Sect’s foremost murderous art, yet over eighty years ago, during the great tribulation of the Daoist Sect, this lineage was thought extinct. How could there still be a successor in the world proficient in this art?!

"Has he mastered it? Has he really mastered the Northern Emperor Technique? How long has it been?"

At this moment, Jiang Hu stared blankly at Zhang Fan, as if a voice was roaring in his heart.

This skill was obtained years ago from a master, and after years of contemplation, he had not entered its pathway. Unexpectedly, in the unseen destiny, it merely borrowed his hand to pass the technique to Zhang Fan.

"Kill!"

With a violent shout from He Fei, the flames of the seven candles around the earth pool flared up brightly. Behind him, blood light surged; seven ethereal dragon fangs suddenly thrust out like a wicked dragon feasting, biting towards Zhang Fan.

"Celestial Warrior, Might of the South Quelling Evil,"

"Celestial Star Raging Fury, Might of the North Defending the Edge."

"Three hundred thousand soldiers, guard my nine layers,"

"Repel corpses for miles, sweep away misfortune,"

"Dare any little ghost, wish to witness."

"Heaven-axe great hatchet, slay ghosts in five forms."

Zhang Fan stood unshaken, his incantation grew ever more grand, he concentrated his mind and heart, clicked his teeth nine times, hands formed divine seals, recited the Marshal’s curse, visualized the Dharma Aspect of Marshal Tianpeng, and with both hands formed the Celestial Soldier Seal, touched the forehead with the middle finger to open the eye, then pointed with the sword technique, imagining lightning entering and exiting.

Rumbling...

Just at this moment, a violent sound echoed behind Zhang Fan, Yin Qi turned into evil, a muddled scene appeared, suddenly, two giant fangs like curved blades slowly emerged from that Yin evil; there seemed to be a terrifying figure connected behind, hidden in that murky Yin evil, not yet manifesting.

"Celestial Pig Fang!?" Jiang Hu whispered in a tense voice.

Legend has it; Marshal Tianpeng possessed three heads and six arms, long skull and fangs, displaying a great wrathful appearance, wielding axe, bow, sword, bell, halberd, and rope.

Chanting this divine curse, performing this great technique, one can summon and transform into the Tianpeng Statue.

The Celestial Pig Fang is one such skill manifested.

Rumbling...

Blood light descended, seven dragon fangs formed a trap of bite and kill, trapping Zhang Fan within.

"Tianpeng clears the way; only kills, does not save!"

Zhang Fan shouted fiercely, the Taiyin forms evil, the Celestial Pig Fangs thrust like curved blades, tearing apart the blood light with monstrous violent force. Next, those two fangs, with irresistible momentum, collided with the dragon fangs formed from the blood light.

Boom boom boom... 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The thunderous sound fell as the Celestial Pig Fangs turned fierce, relentlessly shattering one dragon fang after another; in an instant, the dragon’s chant echoed beside the ear, carrying a deep rage.

"Zhang Fan..."

"The Northern Emperor Technique, worthy of being the Northern Emperor Technique, is this overbearing!?"

Wen He and Jiang Hu exchanged a glance, and in each other’s eyes, they both saw profound shock, seemingly unable to accept the brutally overwhelming situation before them.

Even though the vicious dragon in Taoyuan Square had been pinned by Jiang Lai, these seven dragon fangs were still extraordinary, yet under Zhang Fan’s Celestial Pig Fangs, they appeared like child’s play.

"He is indeed no ordinary person!"

"His Primordial Spirit is very problematic!"

At this moment, whether Wen He or Jiang Hu, they both seemed to have a new view and understanding of Zhang Fan.

Boom...

As a thunderous sound fell, the seven candle flames abruptly extinguished, the blood light’s seven dragon fangs shattered completely, dispersing like smoke and clouds, becoming formless, even the dragon’s chant seemed like an illusion, no longer audible.

Seven Stars dimmed, dragon fangs sealed!

"How could it be like this..."

He Fei spat a mouthful of fresh blood; his face was ghastly pale, staring intently at Zhang Fan, unable to believe that he, the protagonist, could possibly lose.

"How could I lose?" He Fei gritted his teeth, hissing lowly, turning his head to look at the earth pool, wishing to see if the dragon saliva he longed for had been refined.

Thud...

At this moment, a delicate pale hand, like a blade, pierced through He Fei’s chest from behind, gently holding onto the vigorously beating heart.

"The He family’s luck indeed has run out. Even with my guidance, you still failed utterly."

A gentle, melodic voice sounded in the eerily quiet chamber, tinged with a sense of detachment and helplessness.

"Sweet... Wang Tiantian... You..."

Zhang Fan looked at Wang Tiantian, who slowly stood up from the earth pool with a hand piercing through He Fei’s chest, his face showing a look of astonishment.

"Dear junior, let me introduce myself again..." Wang Tiantian looked at Zhang Fan with a sweet smile.

"My name is Wang Tao!"

"Hai Pig, Wang Tao!"

Just then, the gentle, melodic voice suddenly changed, becoming deep and slightly magnetic.