Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 245 - 148: Ancestral Master Portrait! Three Corpses Daoist and Ten Thousand True Incense

Chapter 245: Chapter 148: Ancestral Master Portrait! Three Corpses Daoist and Ten Thousand True Incense

Midnight.

Shangjing City, White Crane Temple.

Inside a secluded alchemy room, a tall figure swayed gracefully in the flickering firelight.

"The Great Spirit Sect King has escaped his tribulation. I didn’t expect this setback, losing soldiers and generals, even Thunder Prison..."

At this moment, a middle-aged Daoist spoke, his words heavy with a hint of regret.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo, the fiercest in all the land, such an existence is not easily extinguished from this world. So-called tribulation is just his great medicine for longevity."

Suddenly, a leisurely voice echoed, like a gentle breeze, as bright as the moon, naturally harmonious and without the slightest ripple.

"He isn’t dead... perhaps his offspring is not dead either..."

The middle-aged Daoist lifted his gaze slightly, speaking with deep meaning.

"Don’t forget, that offspring also cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo. Ten years ago, you fought him at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain and were evenly matched. Perhaps, he also escaped his tribulation."

"No."

The leisurely voice sounded again.

"The Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, each one is unique to heaven and earth, and only one person per era can master it. If a second person succeeds, then..."

"His tribulation will be ten times that of the first."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Daoist remained silent.

This is a secret, concerning the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods.

The Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods are not something ordinary mortals can cultivate. There may be times when not even one person masters a single method in an era. If two people master one method, the later one’s tribulation will be ten times that of the former.

How can such tribulations lead to ascension!? Other people are not aware, but the young man before him certainly knows, for he has also mastered one of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods...

Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune!!!

"There’s also something else. You’ve been in seclusion for a while, so perhaps you’re unaware. A rising star emerged from the Wuwei Sect, breaking the Qi Brothers of Laojun Mountain’s Primordial Spirit Unification Technique in East Mountain Province..."

"I know."

At this moment, the leisurely voice interrupted the middle-aged Daoist’s words.

"His name is Zhao Jie Xuan."

"The idea here in the temple is to have you take action, after all, among your peers..."

The middle-aged Daoist’s eyelids lifted slightly, hesitant to speak further...

His gaze focused, the flickering firelight illuminated a young figure in the firelight’s glow, dressed in a loose Daoist Robe, seated in meditation facing a painting on the wall.

The painting depicted the ancestral master of White Crane Temple, beneath a blue sky, a Daoist with immortal grace ascending on a white crane. In the sky above, ink spread like black tribulation clouds, as a black immortal crane flew out, meeting the ascending ancestral master. The scene divided the scroll, separating it like yin and yang colors.

It is said this ancestral master painting records the scene of the White Crane Temple’s ancestral master ascending. Passed down through generations, yet no one could decipher the mystery within the painting.

"Peers? Is there anyone among my peers worth my action? No need."

At this moment, the young man softly whispered, his gaze deep like the sky, and in his eyes, the white crane in the painting seemed to move.

...

Yujing City, Hongfu Garden.

4:23 a.m.

Quiet enveloped the old neighborhood of Hongfu Garden, under the flickering yellow streetlights, three or five night cats dashed among garbage bins, seeking food, their rustling the only disturbance in the cold and quiet community.

The buildings stood like tombstones beneath the night, devoid of light, only the security room by the entrance still illuminated.

Woo... woo... woo...

At this moment, an unusual night wind swept through, swirling fallen leaves and scraps of paper, seemingly manipulated by an invisible giant hand under the yellow streetlights.

Though the wind wasn’t strong, if observed with Primordial Spirit Observation, one would hear a piercing wailing mixed within the wind, eerie and sinister, chillingly terrifying like the screech of night cats, enveloped in deep fear.

"Hmm!?"

In the security room, Liu Fusheng suddenly awakened from sleep, his eyes widening as he rose and exited.

"Ghostly wails!?"

Liu Fusheng muttered softly, his brows furrowing into a "川" character.

Heaven rains millet, ghostly wails, both are extraordinary phenomena, only those who achieved success with great skills could trigger such phenomena.

At this time, shadows of crimson figures swayed at Hongfu Garden’s Building 27.

This building saw people jump to their deaths almost every year, known as a haunted building in Hongfu Garden and even the old city area.

The crimson shadows curled into clusters, like a shadow writhing, their sounds mimicking night cat screeches, terrifying cries accompanied by an undeniable fear.

Around Hongfu Garden, sinister figures swayed, sensing the irresistible terrible waves, gathering and trembling, bowing in prayer towards the same direction, as if pleading for life and death pardon.

"What is this brat... doing!?"

Liu Fusheng frowned tighter, instinctively looking towards Building 73, observing faint light from Zhang Fan’s home.

Inside, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, experiencing an out-of-body experience, hovering three feet above, as dark streams surged and converged around, dense and profound. Meanwhile, a black immortal crane’s phantom appeared, wings spread, shielding the Primordial Spirit behind, its lifelike feathers gently swaying, exuding unsettling waves.

The round moon sank westward, the rising sun ascended eastward. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, returning from meditation as his Primordial Spirit entered the body acupoints instantly. Within, the once dormant True Yang surged like a flood breaking a dam, roaring, deafening like thunder.

"Vigorous with a dragon’s essence and a tiger’s might."