Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 521 - 258: Life Grows Amid Partings! Zhang Wang and Qin Daoyuan_2

Just like fallen leaves turn into nutrients in the soil, nourishing new seedlings, this cycle continues endlessly.

Divine Techniques are a Celestial Gift, and after fading away, they generate an invisible influence, layer upon layer, like the operations of Celestial Secrets, difficult to fathom.

Such influence is extremely profound.

For this reason, the Daoist Sect regards the Lord of the Red Palace, Ming Shenshou, as a major threat. After the death of Meng Qinghuan, they sent a team to investigate in Yujing City, with even the White Crane Temple’s Vice Observatory Master, Huo Dharma King, secretly accompanying them.

Now, with Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan dead here, the Daoist Alliance Headquarters will certainly be shaken. Who knows what changes might occur!?

As for Qin Ming...

"This Qin Ming was designated as the heir by Qi Yun Mountain. I’ve seen him before, and he carries luck on him, so he’s not just a bird in a cage." Yu Hua said solemnly.

"You should know that not long ago, Qi Yun Mountain just lost a direct disciple."

Zhang Fan knew that what Brother Yu Hua referred to was Meng Qinghuan, who had also awakened to Celestial Gifted Divine Techniques, and had his heart forcibly extracted by Human Xiao right in front of him.

Such disciples are considered treasurable figures even among the Ten Great Taoist Sects.

Meng Qinghuan died, the mourning period hasn’t even passed yet.

Now the designated heir Qin Ming is also dead.

"Dead is dead, what’s that got to do with us?" Fang Changle said casually.

"Foolish!" Yu Hua shot him a look.

"The Sect Leader of Qi Yun Mountain is notoriously protective of their members. Now that their heir is dead, and you’re alive and well, can you say it has nothing to do with you?" Yu Hua said seriously.

"Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader?" Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had vaguely heard of it, the Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader’s name was Mo Rancun, and he was of a very high seniority among the Daoist sects, considered a contemporary of White Crane Observatory Master Jiang Wansui.

"What are you saying?" Fang Changle widened his eyes: "Isn’t that unreasonable?"

"Reason? Who are you reasoning with? In front of that person, you don’t even qualify to speak." Yu Hua couldn’t help shaking his head.

"Junior brother, have you practiced so hard your brain’s filled with water? Reason is never spoken by words."

Yu Hua’s eyes carried a hint of gravitas; he had heard a bit about the legends of Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader from his time at Maoshan.

It’s said that when Mo Rancun was young, he once kept a low profile and practiced at a unknown Daoist Temple, where he discovered a nest of Yellow-skinned Rats had become Spirit Monsters behind the temple. As a result, he exterminated that nest of Yellow-skinned Rats and burned the temple to the ground, killing, wounding, and scaring off the other Daoists.

"Almost demon-like." Zhang Fan clicked his tongue in amazement while listening.

"Senior brother, can such a person even become..." Fang Changle’s words were cut off by Yu Hua’s fierce glare.

"The Ten Great Taoist Sects’ prominent mountains have an orderly inheritance and rules, becoming a mountain’s Sect Leader is not a task for ordinary people. Don’t speak nonsense."

"There aren’t any outsiders here." Fang Changle chuckled dryly.

"Let’s just leave here. The aftermath will be handled by the Hui Province Daoist Alliance." Yu Hua said solemnly.

The commotion at Tusk Mountain was huge, and with so many deaths, it wouldn’t be long before the Hui Province Daoist Alliance comes, and dealing with them might take quite a while.

"Senior brother, what about the Qin Family..." Fang Changle said solemnly.

The Qin Family, after all, was a Profound Family, with ancestors who reached the Celestial Master Level, having extensive connections and influence within Hui Province.

"The Qin Family!?" Yu Hua pondered briefly and then shook his head.

"The Qin Family is done for!"

A mountain, a sect, a family’s legacy relies on continuous incense, on unending talents.

The Qin Family’s forces have been mostly obliterated, Qin Ming is dead, and the King of Qin Capital is dead as well.

Such a family is destined to have no future.

"Tusk Mountain, I fear I will never come to a place like this again in this lifetime."

Zhang Fan glanced back, Human Xiao’s figure loomed large in his mind, that moment of eye contact kept haunting him, unable to fade away.

Half an hour later, the large troops of the Hui Province Daoist Alliance arrived grandly, immediately sealing off the entire Tusk Mountain.

After all, with the simultaneous appearance of Monkey and Human Xiao, it’s a significant event. Not only Tusk Mountain, but An Nan City’s major thoroughfares, and entrances such as high-speed railways and airports were also thoroughly inspected.

...

Deep into the night.

The Qin Family mansion was already in complete chaos, with senior members having received notification from Hui Province. For them, this was not just bad news, it was a life-taking talisman for the family.

After all, the Qin Family was well-rooted in Hui Province, relying on years of cooperation with Qi Yun Mountain. Outwardly they seemed prosperous, but secretly they harbored dangers and turmoil, not knowing how many enemies and opponents they had attracted.

Now, with most of their forces lost, and leaderless, even their link with Qi Yun Mountain, Qin Ming, died at Tusk Mountain.

For the Qin Family, this is an unbearable blow. It won’t be long before they are divided up by lurking enemies.

"What now? So many have died, the King of Qin Capital is simply our family’s sinner."

"What’s the point in saying this now? Both father and son died at Tusk Mountain, the urgent need is to think about how to make amends."

"Make amends? This is already a disaster from the heavens, how to make amends? Better to ask Qi Yun Mountain for help. For the sake of past incense, maybe they can safeguard the Qin Family."

"Does the Qin Family still have value in Qi Yun Mountain’s eyes? Perhaps for old times’ sake, they’ll protect one line, but the days of prosperity are ultimately impossible to reclaim."

"The Qin Family is finished, shaming our ancestors... preserve the incense; as long as we live, there’s still hope."

Within the discussion hall, the Qin Family’s senior members debated throughout the night, as if watching a collapsing edifice.

A night of disputes finally set the tone for the Qin Family’s future; hibernation is the way to preserve life. All properties, all foundations were to be rescinded, disciples were to be divided into three groups, each heading to other regions, preserving the spark.

In fact, this was the method used by the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family after the great tribulation of the Daoist Sect in past years.

It was from this that South Zhang and Beizhang originated.

Under a black windy sky, the Qin Family manor was brightly lit.

Everyone was busy, busy leaving this old place, busy seeking that sliver of chance.

As long as they were alive, there was still a day to revive the Qin Family.

At this moment, in the vast courtyard, only a child was sitting in meditation under a large tree, gazing up at the leafless tree, lost in thought.

"Why are you still here?"

Just then, a gentle voice came from behind.

Qin Daoyuan turned his head to see a young man approaching, calm and composed, none other than Zhang Wang.

"They’re all packing up, but I have nothing to pack..." Qin Daoyuan murmured softly, as if talking to himself.

"And no one wants me."

Currently, at the critical juncture of life and death for the Qin Family, only the elite sparks were being preserved, and such a seemingly foolish young junior was of no concern to anyone.

"I will give you something."

Zhang Wang smiled slightly and took out a stone from his bosom, three feet square, engraved with strangely carved Talismans on it.

"What is this?" Qin Daoyuan asked curiously.

"This is a Celestial Master’s Talisman left by your Qin Family ancestor." Zhang Wang spoke softly.

"Celestial Master’s Talisman?" Qin Daoyuan showed a peculiar expression.

He had once heard that a Celestial Master had appeared from his ancestors, leaving behind a stone talisman before dying, hidden within this mansion, meant as a providence for future generations.

Yet over so many years, no one had ever found it.

"How did you get such a thing?" Qin Daoyuan asked curiously.

"I picked it up in your house." Zhang Wang chuckled lightly.

"Why give it to me?" Qin Daoyuan muttered softly, holding the Celestial Master’s Talisman in his hand.

"It is destined for you."

Zhang Wang softly replied, lifting his hand to point: "Take it and head north, that is your Blessed Land."

Qin Daoyuan was slightly startled, looking towards the north.

He suddenly stood up, bowed deeply to Zhang Wang: "May I ask your honorific?"

"No need to remember, practice Sitting and Forgetting!" Zhang Wang waved his hand.

Qin Daoyuan, seemingly understanding, bowed again and, without looking back, walked out the Qin Family gate, gradually disappearing into the boundless night.

"The world... has gained another Celestial Master!" Zhang Wang gazed into the vague night, grinning slightly.