Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 339 - 184: The Daoist in Jue Miaoguan! An Old Friend in the Mountains (Part 2)

Because of this, he had looked down upon Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan from the beginning.

One was a discarded disciple of Maoshan, the other a loose cultivator of unknown origin mingling in the city, and naturally couldn’t be compared to the Maoshan Orthodox Sect.

However...

The Red Lamp Talisman he was proud of only illuminated a radius of five meters, merely intimidating a few wandering souls and fierce ghosts.

But this man before him, without any visible technique or skill, just a thread of pressure had such an effect; not a ghost was seen within a radius of three thousand meters.

"Is this still a person!?"

Jifeng Pavilion lowered his eyebrows, subconsciously glancing at Zhang Fan. At this moment, the arrogance he had earlier was gone completely, his gaze wandering, not even daring to meet Zhang Fan’s eyes.

"Senior Brother... Senior Brother..."

Just then, Mo Yun tugged at Jifeng Pavilion’s sleeve, pulling his attention back.

"Three days apart from a person, you must view them in a different light, you..."

Qi Ji approached, in front of the two junior brothers and sisters, he could only pretend to be calm, couldn’t lose face, muttering a few phrases without knowing what to say, his gaze towards Zhang Fan becoming somewhat complicated.

Half a year ago, at the Shen Family, Zhang Fan’s cultivation was inferior to his, but now...

There’s no catching up, truly there’s no catching up.

"Now you know what it means by there’s always heaven beyond heaven, people beyond people?"

Qi Ji watched Jifeng Pavilion approach, speaking coldly, with a senior brother’s demeanor.

Jifeng Pavilion remained silent, like a defeated rooster, a dispirited gelded donkey.

At this time, his talent, his pride, even his most valued identity as a Maoshan disciple, seemed worthless in front of Zhang Fan.

Qi Ji’s words were like a loud slap, smacking him on the bare cheek, leaving him no dignity.

"However high the Daoist Skill, without refining the mind, it’s still just a hindrance." Qi Ji continued without pause.

This was one of the reasons he had sought Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu; Daoist Skill can be refined, but character can’t be sharpened without stumbling a few times, without losing face a few times.

"Senior Brother, we understand." Mo Yun, being the most obedient, whispered softly.

"I remember it."

Jifeng Pavilion nodded heavily, as if at this moment he finally took on the look a junior brother should have.

"Always remember this feeling, no matter how far you walk, don’t think you’ve reached the peak."

Qi Ji was still considerate of this junior brother’s face, waving his hand: "You can go now, just don’t go too far."

The purpose of this journey was still to cultivate Daoist Skill, and study Talisman Dao in real combat.

Indeed, Zhang Fan was too ruthless, suppressing all the wandering souls and fierce ghosts within three kilometers until they were nowhere to be found.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Jifeng Pavilion nodded, turned and walked away, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Fan, paused, but dared not linger; the scene just now seemed to leave a mark in his heart, affecting him deeply, not something he’d likely recover from in three to five years.

"You’ve become capable of teaching now."

Jiang Hu watched the two figures gradually recede, couldn’t help but look at Qi Ji, teasing.

"The Incense and Candle Inheritance of Maoshan has always relied on guidance between fellow disciples... It’s an old tradition." Qi Ji replied lightly.

"How many years since you left the mountain, surely you haven’t forgotten."

Jiang Hu was silent upon hearing this.

Back then, when they were on the mountain, it was also the teachers who taught the Dao and techniques, but daily practice was led by senior brothers and sisters.

In a blink, many years have passed.

"This junior brother named Jifeng Pavilion seems to be an arrogant and proud individual. You publicly reprimanded him today; if he’s petty-minded, you’ll pay for it someday." Jiang Hu said with a light smile.

The human heart is hard to fathom, a thousand faces for a thousand people, sometimes even if you mean well, using the wrong method and approach can still make others unhappy, just forming enmity, not leaving favor.

"Although prideful, his disposition is still good." Qi Ji said confidently.

Maoshan selects disciples, especially focusing on disposition; if one’s heart isn’t pure, they won’t receive true teachings.

"Besides, if I can’t suppress even a junior brother, there’s no point in cultivating and refining techniques." Qi Ji chuckled lightly.

"Don’t be too confident; thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don’t underestimate the poor youth."

Jiang Hu joked: "There are countless old folks who have faltered."

Though their relationship had eased considerably, there was always a bit of conflict between their personalities.

"Qi Ji..."

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.

"Almost forgot, how did you train? Did you take medicine?"

Qi Ji turned to look at Zhang Fan, couldn’t help but lean over, inquiring.

"They’ve gone too far."

Zhang Fan stared at the vast night scene, seemingly unable to find traces of Jifeng Pavilion and Mo Yun in the boundless wilderness.

In this dark outskirts, with not a shred of light, visibility was extremely low.

"Call them back." Zhang Fan said gravely.

Qi Ji paused, then nodded, pulling out his phone, dialed Jifeng Pavilion’s number.

Ring... ring... ring...

A burst of rapid busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

"Can’t get through, no signal!?" Qi Ji frowned, looking towards the vast night scene, towards the nearby Deserted Mountain.

"They wouldn’t have gone into the mountain, right?" Jiang Hu couldn’t help but say.

Having stayed in Yujing City for many years, naturally he knew what kind of place Deserted Mountain was.

"No way, I warned them repeatedly that they absolutely couldn’t enter Deserted Mountain, not to mention when descending the mountain, the sect also instructed." Qi Ji shook his head.

"What if this junior brother of yours was born rebellious?" Jiang Hu muttered softly: "Doesn’t seem like an obedient child."

"Could be they don’t even know themselves, muddled into it..."

Qi Ji continued calling, mumbling.

With these words, Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu exchanged a glance; while ordinary people can encounter ’ghost-eyed’, Daoists can too, but whatever blinds them is something ordinary people couldn’t withstand.