Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 82 - 81: Great Night is Not Bright, Evil Gods Can Be Dispelled

Chapter 82: Chapter 81: Great Night is Not Bright, Evil Gods Can Be Dispelled

The Talisman Dao is something explored by all Daoist Sects under heaven.

However, the Spirit Void Talisman Drawing is a secret technique in this Dao that, even if one receives the true teachings of their sect, without innate talent and fortune, it remains extremely difficult to master.

Just like Qi Ji, who, despite being from the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan and practicing for many years, has not been able to grasp the wonders of the Spirit Void Talisman Drawing.

As for Jiang Hu, he also studied the Talisman Dao from a young age, going through great tribulations, surviving by the skin of his teeth, before finally comprehending the Spirit Void Talisman Drawing.

"Who exactly are you?" Xiong Qianxing cried out in shock.

A glimmer of spiritual light burst forth at his fingertips, and with a swish of the Spirit Void, mountains and rivers moved.

Possessing the means of the Spirit Void Talisman Drawing, one must be an orthodox of the Daoist Sect.

Rumble...

Zhang Fan pointed a finger, sketching a "mountain" shape in the air, majestic and awe-inspiring, taking root on the spot.

Just such a mark alone acted like a barrier, forcibly pushing back the turbid air generated by the Guan Yin Wind.

Buzz...

Xiong Qianxing’s expression changed abruptly; he hurriedly made a gesture, his throat quivered, and he opened his mouth wide to retrieve that mouthful of turbid air.

"Do you think you’re a toad?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan stepped forward, spread open his right hand, and with interlocking fingers, he managed to grasp the mass of turbid air.

Buzz...

The moment the Yin Wind’s turbid air entered his hand, a slippery sensation came over him, with a chilling cold that pierced to the bone.

For ordinary people, too much dampness in the body or extreme cold leads to various diseases, hence summer is the best time to expel dampness and cold.

The Yin Wind’s turbid air, however, works in reverse; once it enters the body, it inevitably causes strange illnesses.

"What?"

In the distance, Ming Chenxuan’s eyes almost popped out. Without the Technique of the Yin Mountain Sect, this person dared to meddle with this mouthful of Yin Wind’s turbid air?

Buzz...

Zhang Fan, ghost-like, flashed to Xiong Qianxing’s front, pressing down with his right hand, the Yin Wind’s turbid air trembled, and it directly burst into his Celestial Spirit.

"Pfft..."

In an instant, Xiong Qianxing sensed something was wrong. His eyes rolled back, showing the whites, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and cold sweat continuously seeped, gradually showing signs of collapse.

"You... you..."

Xiong Qianxing collapsed to the ground, no longer the composed and arrogant person he was moments ago, looking at Zhang Fan with a touch of fierce fear in his eyes.

He never dreamed that the Guan Yin Wind, which he had practiced so diligently, would one day be used against himself.

"I admit defeat." Xiong Qianxing said through gritted teeth.

At this moment, he felt the lower part of his body starting to leak as well.

The viciousness and effect of the Guan Yin Wind were just beginning to show. If he didn’t quickly expel that mouthful of Yin Wind’s turbid air from his body, who knew how he might end up leaking.

"Ming Yunxia, no wonder you’ve been so fearless, you found such a strong backing."

Ming Chenxuan quickly stepped forward to help Xiong Qianxing up, looking at Zhang Fan with considerable apprehension.

The Spirit Void Talisman Drawing, such a means isn’t something just any Daoist can possess. With someone like this present, even if they turned the world upside down, it would be impossible to take anything from this small courtyard.

"Let’s go."

Supported by Ming Chenxuan, Xiong Qianxing stumbled to turn and leave.

"Leaving just like that?" Zhang Fan said coldly.

They came with an air of arrogance, with words more boastful than their actions, and now that their skills fell short, they just leave. Where in the world is there such good fortune?

"What do you want?" Ming Chenxuan said through clenched teeth.

At this moment, the situation was stronger than the will. Even someone as arrogant as him couldn’t help but bow his head.

"Say no more..."

Just then, Xiong Qianxing raised a hand to interrupted him, his gaze focused, a hint of determination crossing his face.

Next, a gust of Yin Wind rose, slicing across his palm like a knife, blood spraying as two fingers broke off, falling into the pool of blood on the ground.

Such ruthless decisiveness even made Zhang Fan’s eye twitch involuntarily.

"Now can we leave?" Xiong Qianxing asked, enduring the severe pain.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Zhang Fan waved his hand.

In fact, he just wanted the two to apologize to Ming Yunxia in person, but he didn’t expect Xiong Qianxing to be so ruthless, severing fingers without hesitation, not even human.

"Good!"

Xiong Qianxing struggled to pick up his severed fingers, and under Ming Chenxuan’s support, wobbled toward the alley’s entrance and disappeared.

"Thanks to you for resolving the situation this time."

Ming Yunxia stepped forward, a look of gratitude on her face.

"Such people... even if I didn’t act, they would eventually face retribution..." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly, "A few days ago, I saw someone even more arrogant than them, and in the end, they got struck by lightning."

"Ah?" Ming Yunxia was taken aback.

"It doesn’t matter... it doesn’t matter..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand and then asked, "What did Old Mr. Ming leave for me?"

"Here you go."

As she spoke, Ming Yunxia took out a small wooden box from behind her, quite exquisite, with a dragon and a tiger engraved on it.

"Did Old Mr. Ming leave any other messages for me?" Zhang Fan asked, stroking the engravings on the box.

"No, he said to take the box home, and once you see what’s inside, you’ll understand." Ming Yunxia shook her head.

"Alright, thanks." Zhang Fan nodded, putting away the wooden box, and then chatted a bit with Ming Yunxia, exchanged WeChat contacts, and stood up to take his leave.

He couldn’t very well open the box right in front of Ming Yunxia’s face.

"Safe travels, take care on the way."

Ming Yunxia saw Zhang Fan out the door, his figure gradually disappearing into the dark alley.

"He... got weaker!?"

Ming Yunxia, looking in the direction Zhang Fan was leaving, wore a puzzled expression on her pretty face.

...

Hongfu Garden.

Zhang Fan returned around midnight, passing by the security office at the entrance, where he greeted Liu Fusheng, who was on duty that night.

"Fan, it’s so late..."

Liu Fusheng still smiled gently, as serene and kind as a Buddha in a temple.

"I had some things to do today."

"Fan, what’s that you’re holding?"

At this moment, Liu Fusheng noticed the wooden box in Zhang Fan’s hand and asked, seemingly casually.

"A gift from a friend."

Zhang Fan replied offhandedly, "It’s late, Uncle Liu, I’ll head home now."

"Alright, rest early."

Liu Fusheng nodded, watching Zhang Fan leave, his eyes always on that small wooden box in his hand.

It wasn’t until Zhang Fan entered the hallway that Liu Fusheng slowly retracted his gaze, letting out a sigh.

"Such misfortune!"

Back at home, Zhang Fan opened the wooden box. It was light, containing only a slip of paper that looked quite old, slightly yellowed.

"A note? Who left this for me?"

Zhang Fan paused, then took out the yellowed slip of paper, seeing only eight words written on it:

Great Night is not bright, Evil Gods can be solved!!!

"Great Night is not bright!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, linking it to his dream and Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.

"Who... who left this note for me!?"

Zhang Fan turned the note over for a closer look, and finally saw a smaller inscription in the corner, with a name unmistakably written:

Zhang Fan!!!