Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 51: Thirteen Zodiacs, Dawn Approaches
On the yellowed scroll, a pig-shaped exotic beast with skin clinging to its bones appears grotesque and sinister amidst the swirling incense smoke.
Wang Tiantian... no, Wang Tao’s voice, which was a woman’s, has turned into a man’s, deep and slightly magnetic.
"Were you just... practicing a technique!?" Zhang Fan’s gaze suddenly darkened as he exclaimed sternly.
When he barged in, seeing Wang Tiantian sunk in the Blood Pool, he assumed she was a live sacrifice. Now it seems she was practicing a technique in the pool.
The real live sacrifice is...
"It was supposed to be you, but now it’s him!"
Wang Tao looked indifferently at He Fei, who was still struggling weakly, his eyes filled with apathy.
"You’re useless now... and naturally, you have no right to enjoy the Dragon Saliva."
Wang Tao licked the corner of his mouth, still looking like Wang Tiantian, sweet and charming, but his voice was deep and slightly magnetic, eerily strange, making everyone show a peculiar expression.
"You..." He Fei’s body trembled, turning with difficulty, as if trying to grab his opponent in his dying moments.
Splutter...
At that moment, Wang Tao’s hand suddenly clenched, and the heart that was still beating exploded abruptly.
"The great fortune of twenty years ends; one wrong choice brings retribution. The He Family will no longer exist in this world."
At this moment, He Fei’s mind echoed the admonitions of his clan elders.
In the next instant, his vitality was utterly severed, thrown into the Blood Pool like a dead dog.
Buzz...
Suddenly, the seven extinguished candles reignited, the crimson liquid in the pool bubbling, exuding a clear liquid, slowly precipitating like nectar.
Buzz...
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan had already moved, his hands forming seals, with Celestial Pig Fang undiminished behind him, pressing terrifying power directly towards Wang Tao.
Boom...
Wang Tao stood unmoved, slowly raised a single finger, and gently reached out.
An incredible scene unfolded. A booming sound cut through the air, yet the unyielding Celestial Pig Fang couldn’t advance an inch before that finger.
"My dear junior, you’re still too green!"
Wang Tao’s lips slightly curled into a teasing smile.
Rumble...
Then, his finger lightly quivered, cracks appeared under Celestial Pig Fang, and in an instant, the tusk shattered, the shockwave violently flinging Zhang Fan away.
"Zhang Fan, you’re quite special... From now on, I’ll be paying attention to you." Wang Tao licked the corner of his mouth, his gaze lightly shifting to Jiang Lai.
"But you’re even more special, actually able to stabilize the Dragon Vein with a human body? This seems to be a very ancient Daoist Skill."
Wang Tao extended a wet, slippery tongue, his gaze on Jiang Lai burning brightly, full of extraordinary colors.
"Let me see just how delicious your body is."
With those words, Wang Tao walked towards Jiang Lai.
"Get lost!!"
Zhang Fan roared, struggling to his feet, and charged at Wang Tao.
"My dear junior, you’re tired of living."
Wang Tao stood in place, not even lifting his eyelids, his eyes filled only with contempt and coldness. At this moment, he slowly raised his right hand, gently reaching out. In the center of his open palm was a mouth, a pig-like mouth.
Roar...
Simultaneously, the pig’s mouth opened wide like a bag, enveloping the charging Zhang Fan.
Rumble...
Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of lightning flashed vigorously, exploding between Zhang Fan and Wang Tao, a terrifying ripple violently flinging both away.
"Five Thunders Righteous Method!?"
In the dispersing dust, Wang Tao slowly walked out, his form still elegant, yet his once relaxed and indifferent gaze now showed a faint seriousness as he looked at the newcomer.
"Bai Buran, long time no see!"
"Boss!"
"You finally came!"
Wen He and Jiang Hu, seeing the newcomer, clung to them like a lifeline, tears shimmering in their eyes.
"Hai Pig!"
"Do you still remember me?" Wang Tao licked his lips, staring at Bai Buran as if gazing at a favored prey, his whole being filled with excitement.
"You really linger like phantoms, daring to show up again?" Bai Buran’s face was dark, speaking coldly.
"Your Five Thunders Righteous Method is well-cultivated. After so many years, I wish to exchange pointers."
As he spoke, Wang Tao suddenly threw off his slender dress, revealing slender white thighs, and raised a hand in an inviting gesture.
Buzz...
At this moment, a mass of gray smoke suddenly swirled and ascended around Wang Tao. A shriveled hand emerged from it, firmly pressing down on Wang Tao’s wrist.
"Let’s go! The commotion is too big." A cold voice came from within the gray fog.
"Rat!?" Wang Tao raised an eyebrow but said nothing more, merely looking coldly at Bai Buran.
"It’s really a shame, reunions are always so brief..."
"Bai Buran, we will meet again. You are the same kind of person as us."
With those words, Wang Tao turned, stepping into the gray fog. Just halfway in, he paused, suddenly turned back, and glanced at Bai Buran, revealing a playful smile.
"How does it feel to slay your master?"
With those words, Wang Tao stepped forward, disappearing into the gray fog.
Bai Buran’s pupils suddenly contracted, fists clenched, veins bulging, focusing again, but the mysterious gray fog had already dissipated into nothingness.
Clatter...
At this moment, Zhang Fan climbed out of the Blood Pool, looking somewhat disheveled.
"Are you alright?" Bai Buran’s expression softened slightly, looking at Zhang Fan.
"You know him? Who is that?"
Zhang Fan’s face was grim, gritting his teeth as he asked.
Wang Tao’s strength exceeded his expectations!
"Don’t hold it against yourself. How long have you been cultivating? Even I avoid provoking such people lightly." Bai Buran saw through Zhang Fan’s thoughts and said solemnly.
"These people? Who are they?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.
"Thirteen Zodiacs!" Bai Buran hesitated briefly, then uttered the name.
"Thirteen Zodiacs? What is that?"
"Don’t ask anymore, let’s quickly leave... someone should be coming."
"People from above." Bai Buran added.
At this moment, Jiang Lai finally couldn’t support himself, collapsing to the ground. Zhang Fan swiftly moved forward to help him up.
"Let’s leave here first." Bai Buran checked for a moment, then shook his head, leading the group away from this place of trouble.
This night was destined to be sleepless. Back at the Night is not bright, Bai Buran and Old Yu quickly tended to everyone’s injuries.
Wen He and Jiang Hu were fine; Zhang Fan was injured but only superficially.
Only Jiang Lai remained in a deep, unconscious sleep.
"It’s nothing serious; he’s just exhausted..."
Bai Buran reassured everyone and saw them all home.
On the way, Zhang Fan remained silent, feeling that Bai Buran had left some words unspoken.
Back home, Zhang Fan felt enormously tired. Since starting his cultivation, he had never felt like this, as if his body had been emptied.
He wanted to meditate and practice the North and South Sect Origin, but he only managed a short while before falling into a deep sleep.
The night wore on as Zhang Fan lay in bed, breathing steady and deep.
Below the ceiling, his Primordial Spirit emerged, sitting cross-legged as if in meditation, with a crystal-clear liquid floating in front of him, seeming like divine nectar.
Seven-Star Sealed Dragon’s Mouth, Great Ferocious Dragon Saliva!
At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit formed seals in his hands, absorbing and refining this Daoist Sect treasure.
Meanwhile, in Zhang Fan’s dream, he returned to when he was twelve, to that day, that car accident...
The night was as eternal, everything around blurry and indistinct; he could still see nothing but torrential rain, cold droplets hitting his face.
Suddenly, in the distance, a clap of thunder shook, faintly revealing a weak light appearing in this endless long night.
"Great Night, unseen, cultivating great tribulation."
"You are about to transcend your tribulation... just a little more... just a little more..."
An elusive voice echoed through the dark night.
Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan followed that faint light, suddenly seeing some vague figures.
At this moment, he realized he was not on the highway; before him seemed to be a towering mountain, ancient and imposing, with a dilapidated stele standing at its foot, where hidden strokes vaguely hinted at three words:
Dragon Tiger Mountain!!!
