Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 217 - 138: Ancestor Lv Grants Me the Fire Dragon Sword! The Long Night Ends, Gods Die and Immortals Rise (7,000-Word - )

The hidden divine statue exudes a mysterious aura, and spiraling incense smoke carries a deadly intent.

Amidst the swirling dust, the intense scent of blood lingers for a long time. Zhang Fan's voice is calm and gentle, yet to everyone's ears, it crashes like rolling thunder, deafeningly loud.

For a moment, there is complete silence.

Xu Zhixia's eyes are unfocused, seeming as if he no longer recognizes the ex-boyfriend he spent four years with every day.

Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue exchanged bewildered glances. They had indeed invited Zhang Fan to help out, but in their eyes, Zhang Fan had always been low-key and shy, not one to stand out.

They couldn't understand why today he was acting so brazenly and forcefully, so much so that without a word, he directly beat Ma Buting to a pulp!?

"He's stronger now than when he was in Gusu City." Sui Chunsheng's brow twitched, and his gaze toward Zhang Fan was mixed with respect and a trace of gravity.

How long has it been since he returned from Gusu City? Zhang Fan's rapid progress left him astonished, his cultivation improving at an incredibly unfathomable speed. Most bewildering of all, Zhang Fan's style seemed to be changing too, his demeanor becoming more reserved and elusive, and his fighting skills more refined and brutally domineering.

"He's transforming!" An expression of doubt flickered in Sui Chunsheng's eyes.

For ordinary individuals, such a transformation would only occur after a significant upheaval, much less in such a short time.

But Zhang Fan, his transformation was so rapid, so natural... It seemed innate, as if everything now is not so much a transformation but a return to his true self.

Ignoring the reactions of the crowd, Zhang Fan's gaze settled eerily on the divine statue enshrined with the Great Spirit Sect King plaque.

This clay statue seemed to hold endless magical power. With just a glance, he was captivated, as if seeing himself, yet also seeing Zhang Lingzong.

The Primordial Spirit was restless, longing to leave his body and descend upon it.

Zhang Lingzong had been missing for so long, but insisted through Liu Fusheng that he must return to the Zhang Family's old mansion, evidently indicating the immense importance of this clay statue.

"What on earth did Dad leave behind?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Zhang Fan restrained his agitated Primordial Spirit, a look of confusion in his eyes.

Regardless, he had to first secure this clay statue.

"Yujing City indeed hides talents..."

Suddenly, a chilling voice rang out.

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, turned around, and saw that, as the dust dispersed, Ma Buting was slowly getting up. The bloodstains on his chest had long dried, and a wisp of Yin Sha Qi entwined around his wounds, surprisingly dissolving the Celestial Pig Fang.

"Three Yin Qi Refining, Transforming Evil into a Blade."

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed to a slit. He nearly forgot, Ma Buting also practiced the Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade, and it was a genuine secret transmission.

This skill is somewhat similar to the Celestial Pig Fang, both employing the method of Refining Yin into Evil, converting Yang to Yin.

At this moment, Ma Buting operated the Qi of the Three Yin, allowing the power of the Celestial Pig Fang to merge and blend together.

"Senior Brother!"

Zhou Miaochan, seeing Ma Buting unharmed, couldn't hide her joy and exclaimed in surprise.

"His power..."

Xu Zhixia's slender brows furrowed, instinctively sensing a thread of danger.

Ma Buting's aura kept shifting, True Yang boiling, and in an instant turning chillingly cold. The temperature around him rapidly dropped, even the moisture in the air turning into frost.

Buzz...

Simultaneously, Ma Buting's right arm trembled lightly, bones and tendons resounding, producing the clashing sound of blades.

"Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade..." Zhang Fan's gaze deepened, fixing on the other's right arm.

This was the true Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade, incomparable to the one Zhou Miaoyu displayed that day. Just its aura alone was worlds apart.

"I have long dwelt in Miao Guan Profound Cultivation, inadvertently underestimating the warriors of the world. I was discourteous earlier, and I ask for your forgiveness, Dao Brother."

Just then, Ma Buting spoke up. His previous overbearing, extraordinary self now turned courteous and polite.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, sensing a danger far more intense than before.

Buzz...

A violent wind swept up, dispersing the dust, and Ma Buting suddenly vanished from everyone's sight.

"So fast!"

"I humbly ask for your guidance, Dao Brother."

A cold voice echoed in Zhang Fan's ears. His gaze narrowed to a thin line, and he saw Ma Buting, like a shadow, pressing in from the front, his palm-edge like a blade, sending chills to the core.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan instinctively reacted, using the Northern Emperor Technique and reciting the Celestial Pig Curse. A flash of blood-red light surged, forming three parts Taiyin into Evil, with phantom tusks flickering menacingly, held firmly in his grasp, thrusting forward abruptly.

Buzz...

An enigmatic and dark Refining Yin Qi, three transformations and three sacrifices to form the Blade of Evil.

At that moment, Ma Buting's right hand trembled, transforming the Three Yin Qi into blade light, a terrifying force compressing the surrounding air until it burst, the moisture instantly turning into frost.

Bam...

A loud explosion erupted as Zhang Fan's Celestial Pig Fang shattered violently under the fierce blade light, scattered fragments dotting the air, a great evil inducing a chill. An extremely Yin aura swept in, invading his flesh and blood.

Zhang Fan's complexion changed slightly, swiftly retreating, eyes lowering to see his right arm turning purple from the cold, blood flow slowing, many capillaries continuously rupturing. Most terrifyingly, the True Yang within him froze, ebbing away like the tide.

"Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade... he truly received a true transmission."

Xu Zhixia's beautiful eyes trembled, her gaze on Ma Buting heavy with gravity.

She was from the Xu Ancestral Lineage and naturally had heard of this technique's reputation.

Three Yin Qi Refining, honing the corpse into a blade.

Once mastered, it cuts Yang and preserves Yin, destroying one's Dao Practice. When the blade's Qi enters the body, among ten parts of one's cultivation, only three parts remain.

Due to the domineering nature of this method, should one receive authentic transmission, without spilling blood on others, one first harms oneself. In a lifetime without offspring, extinguishing the entire line.