Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 268 - 156: Transcendent Means! Little Sister, Long Time No See_2

Chapter 268: Chapter 156: Transcendent Means! Little Sister, Long Time No See_2

Li Linglang interrupted her own words without hesitation, her icy gaze falling upon Master Jiu at the counter, whose brows immediately furrowed, but he said nothing more.

"So you’re an elder, huh? What should I call you? Auntie?" Zhang Fan spoke in a quiet tone, shooting a meaningful glance at the Liu Brothers, hinting for them to get going quickly.

"Cut the small talk..."

Li Linglong put down her wine glass and said blandly, "Where’s your father?"

"I’m looking for him too." Zhang Fan shrugged, showing an expression of helplessness.

"Aunt, maybe you don’t know, but my dad’s not the sentimental type. Sometimes I even doubt if I’m a child he picked up off the street." Zhang Fan pulled a pitiful face, as if suffering some enormous injustice.

He’d already realized that this suddenly appeared family member was... off.

"Is that so?" Li Linglang said noncommittally, "A heartless man, huh? Tell me, if you dropped dead, do you think he’d come back for your funeral!?"

"Go!"

As soon as the words landed, Zhang Fan’s figure flashed, the True Yang energy inside him erupted, his whole body turning into a jet-black shadow, darting toward the exit.

"Naughty!"

Just then, Li Linglang’s voice thundered in Zhang Fan’s ear. He jerked his head up—her slender, pale hand was already on his neck.

Zhang Fan’s skin crawled all over, goosebumps popping up. The whole street seemed to freeze in place—even the Liu Brothers’ legs turned to jelly. They collapsed to the ground, staring in terror at this woman.

At this moment, within Li Linglang’s domain, it seemed no living thing could escape her grasp.

"Fan, fallback!"

Suddenly, a piercing shout exploded through the dusky night—instinctively, Zhang Fan retreated five steps.

Almost simultaneously, a bolt of lightning, like a gigantic python, came slithering with deadly speed from the far end of the dark street, striking toward Li Linglang.

"Thunder Talisman Living Python!?"

Li Linglong stood motionless, gusts whipping her clothes. She lifted her right hand lightly, and without any other movement, the terrifying lightning leapt toward her palm—then, as if seized by some invisible force, it twisted madly, finally evaporating into the endless night.

"Holy shit... Is this chick even human!?"

Far away, Liu Xingyu was dumbstruck. Such Thunder Skill was godlike and terrifying—if any of them were hit, even just touched, they’d be obliterated in body and soul.

But this woman—they just watched her block it single-handed!?

Is this even human!?

Whoosh...

The night wind howled, black clouds sailing overhead.

The streetlights on the curb flickered and buzzed. A chubby voice slowly approached from the end of the street. He wore a security uniform, cap on his head, slowly pulling off a glove on his right hand to reveal mutilated fingers.

"Uncle Liu!"

Zhang Fan spotted the newcomer and cried out in surprise.

"Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon!?" Li Linglang’s mouth curled up in a slight smile.

"Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon!?"

Hearing the name, Liu Xingtui’s eyelid twitched. He wasn’t some rookie—he’d trained on Zhenwu Mountain in his youth, and his years in the secular world made him deeply familiar with the Daoist Sect’s legends.

Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon—twenty years ago, he was an unrivaled great master.

It’s said his Talisman Dao was near-divine. Even with missing fingers, he ranked among the five greatest living talisman masters of his era.

Yet ten years ago, he vanished, never to show his face again.

"That chubby security guard is Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon!?" Liu Xingtui’s gaze trembled, staring in shock at the shadow in the darkness, as if in a dream.

This night was just too bizarre for the Liu Brothers.

"You can’t touch him."

Liu Fusheng didn’t answer, only cast a glance at Zhang Fan. His grave eyes were locked firmly on Li Linglang.

"What now? That man just left you, a cripple, to watch over his kid?" Li Linglang laughed.

"You’re the elder—how could you lay hands on the younger generation?" Liu Fusheng frowned and said solemnly.

"So your hand’s crippled, and so’s your brain?"

"At our level, nothing’s off limits."

Rumble...

With that, Li Linglang shot forward like rolling thunder, heading straight for Zhang Fan.

"Wither and Flourish!"

Just then, Liu Fusheng pointed a finger—Spirit Void Talisman Drawing. Streams of light wove together in the air, forming arcane and intricate talismans. The fluctuation of life and death covered a hundred-meter radius.

"Hundred Character Talisman, conjured in an instant—Holy hell, what kind of cultivation is this?" Liu Xingtui was stupefied.

Spirit Void Talisman Drawing is an extremely advanced Talisman Dao technique. For a master like Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon to pull it off, that’s to be expected.

One Character Talisman is the most basic; the more runes stacked, the harder and stronger the talisman becomes.

But Hundred Character Talisman...

The Liu Brothers’ eyes widened—they’d never seen it done without talisman paper, without any medium—just with Spirit Void Talisman Drawing, the Hundred Character Talisman could be compressed and condensed in an instant.

This isn’t mere skill, nor ordinary technique—it’s nearly Dao itself.

Rumble...

Wither and flourish, within a hundred meters, spring turned to autumn, everything starting to decay—even the stone pavement cracked, crumbling into fragments and mud...

Li Linglang stood inside, under an invisible force, sinking into the mire; her blood flowed sluggishly, skin shriveled, hair yellowing and split...

Her aura, her power, was rapidly weakening.

"This is a talisman too!?" Zhang Fan held his breath, eyes transfixed at such marvelous talismans for the first time.

Jiang Hu’s talismans were child’s scribbles compared to Liu Fusheng.

Rumble...

Suddenly, an ear-splitting roar exploded from inside Li Linglang, making everyone’s hearts clench as if gripped by a giant hand.

Then, her body shuddered, and the decaying aura shed right off her skin. Her energy instantly recovered—her radiance dazzling again.

Bam...

Li Linglang lifted her right hand, and an invisible force like a whirlpool seized the floating talisman—her fingers interlocked, terrible violence crushed the Hundred Character Talisman to bits.

"She’s a freak." Zhang Fan’s eyes shook, his heart racing.

No exaggeration, this woman was absolutely the scariest Daoist master he’d ever met. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Rumble...

Li Linglang moved through the darkness like night itself, her slender white hand landing on Liu Fusheng’s chest.

"Heart Talisman Quicksand!"

Suddenly, a talisman appeared on Liu Fusheng’s chest, flashing—and the blood inside him started to flow with a faint sandy hiss...

Crack...

Next second, Li Linglang’s hand seemed to sink into quicksand, then suddenly twisted and broke.

"Don’t say I’m bullying a cripple."

Li Linglang’s expression didn’t change—the twisted hand cracked, but right before incredulous eyes, it recovered, as if an invisible monstrous strength forced it back into place.

Right after, she pointed, shattering the talisman on Liu Fusheng’s chest.

Buzz...

Suddenly, Li Linglang’s body paused, as she turned, beautiful eyes sharpening, the whole scene spinning before her eyes.

Zhang Fan, Liu Fusheng... Old Nine Hot Pot House, the entire street—it was all a mirage, fading away in front of her.

Everything that just happened was like a dream—a false vision, nothing real.

"Stinging Sleep and Dream!?" Li Linglang’s lips curled up.

"Si Snake, you’ve come too."

Rumble...

In that moment, she stepped forward—black lightning erupted from her body, terrifying power radiating out across the street...

The emptiness vanished instantly.

The street was still that same street.

The buzzing streetlights lit Zhang Fan and the others. Nearby, a woman staggered back a step, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth—none other than the one who’d gone missing after leaving the Observatory of Profound Mystery...

Si Snake Bai Yujing.

Even her power was nothing compared to this woman.

At that moment, Zhang Fan cursed inwardly. He really didn’t understand why this family member suddenly showed up—so ready to take his life over nothing.

"So stupid—your Stinging Sleep and Dream works on others, but to me, it’s just a child’s trick."

Li Linglang chuckled, terrifying black lightning circling her, the invincible aura bringing despair to all.

"Anyone I want to kill—nobody can stop me."

As she spoke, Li Linglang’s icy eyes fixed on Zhang Fan, her steps coming toward him.

"Little sister, long time no see."

Just then, a lazy voice slowly echoed through the cold night, and Li Linglang reacted as if struck by lightning. Her smile froze—and she stopped in her tracks!