Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 351 - 189: Turmoil in the Night! Fated for a Killing Tribulation

Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if all life had drained from her. Her eyes were vacant, and she was unable to move.

"Junior Sister!"

"Little Mo Yun."

Qi Ji and Jifeng Pavilion’s expressions changed suddenly, and they cried out in shock.

Whoosh...

At that moment, a gust of night wind blew by, lifting a withered leaf into the air, drifting it far away.

A figure slowly emerged, and with a gentle motion of two fingers, caught the falling leaf.

"Who are you?" Jifeng Pavilion shouted sternly.

He stepped forward to check, only to find that Mo Yun had lost consciousness, her entire being a hollow shell.

"My name is Fang Changying."

The newcomer spoke softly, his fingers gently shaking. Suddenly, a Primordial Spirit rose from the withered leaf, swirling like mist in his grasp—it was Mo Yun’s Primordial Spirit.

"Exorcism Technique!?" Qi Ji’s eyes widened with disbelief.

The Exorcism Technique was an ancient Daoist Skill, originally transformed from ancient alchemists’ witchcraft, gradually evolving within the Daoist Sect.

The so-called Exorcism Technique involves overcoming through suppression, enabling one to control people or objects with powerful effects.

Just now, Fang Changying used a single leaf to subdue Mo Yun’s body and capture her Primordial Spirit.

"Who are you people?"

Jifeng Pavilion clenched his fists, ready to charge forward, but was stopped by Qi Ji’s raised hand.

"Are you from the Wuwei Sect?"

Fang Changying’s lips curved slightly, neither confirming nor denying, his attention seeming wholly on the struggling Primordial Spirit in his hand.

"Ah, the Primordial Spirit, how beautiful."

Whoosh...

At this moment, Qi Ji sprang into action. A Talisman melted away in his hand, stirring up a fierce wind that surrounded him, moving with immense force.

"Wind Talisman!"

As Qi Ji acted, he used a Six Character Talisman, his speed incredible, merging with the wind. In an instant, he was before Fang Changying, the swirling wind around his hand cutting like a blade, effortlessly piercing through the latter’s chest.

This was the Xuanmiao of Maoshan’s Wind Talisman, capable of enhancing one’s Body Technique and turning into a lethal blade.

"So even a disciple of Maoshan is merely so-so."

Just then, a soft laugh echoed in Qi Ji’s ears. His eyes widened in shock as Fang Changying before him dispersed into a cloud of vapor.

"Mirage Technique!?" Qi Ji’s expression changed dramatically.

As a Maoshan disciple, he was knowledgeable. The mirage, in ancient times, was associated with a type of dragon. It was said that its breath could create mirages, deceiving the mundane.

Seeing a mirage usually indicated the presence of such a creature nearby.

Later, a Daoist innovated the Mirage Technique, capable of creating illusions as real as life, often deceiving and leading to peril.

As the mist slowly dissipated, standing before him was a beautiful woman...

Qi Ji’s body stiffened, feeling a warmth rise from his neck, blood flowing uncontrollably.

Thud...

His figure wavered, and he could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground.

"You..."

"I thought Maoshan disciples had more tricks." Jiang Li chuckled softly, her long nails glinting with a metallic luster.

"Senior Brother..."

Jifeng Pavilion’s eyes filled with blood, clutching a Talisman in his hand.

"Run..."

Kneeling on the ground, Qi Ji clutched at his neck wound, painfully uttering a single word.

"Rest assured, I’ll reunite you."

Fang Changying murmured indifferently, entwining his fingers. The Primordial Spirit in his grasp shattered instantly, transforming into specks of light that he inhaled in one gulp.

"You..."

Qi Ji struggled to raise his head, watching helplessly as Mo Yun’s Primordial Spirit was devoured by the man before him.

"Truly wonderful."

Fang Changying’s eyes turned white, his body uncontrollably trembling, releasing a low growl of pleasure.

Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit was always so delightful, like ascending the nine heavens, perhaps akin to the feeling of being an Immortal.

"You... you people..."

At that moment, Jifeng Pavilion’s body trembled; he was unsure if it was out of anger or fear.

He was at a loss, whether to flee for his life or recklessly charge forward to fight.

Watching his junior sister’s Primordial Spirit being consumed and his senior brother defeated and near death... having grown up sheltered, Jifeng Pavilion for the first time felt the world’s cruelty and despair.

"Don’t let it go to waste."

Fang Changying looked down at the continuously bleeding Qi Ji, indifferently walking past him, heading toward Jifeng Pavilion.

"I thought there would be more effort needed."

Jiang Li laughed softly, unable to resist licking her lips. Qi Ji’s Primordial Spirit was enough to fill his appetite.

As for Jifeng Pavilion, so weak, it was better left to Fang Changying. Two Primordial Spirits could barely satiate his hunger.

"Hello, 120? Someone here needs assistance..."

Just then, a heavy voice echoed on the cold and clear street.

Fang Changying paused, turned around to look, Jiang Li also froze in motion, instinctively turning her gaze outward.

Not far away, a young man was making a call, giving an exact address. His cold eyes locked onto the two of them, followed by a shoulder-length, short-haired girl.

"Brother... Brother Fan..."

Seeing the newcomer, Jifeng Pavilion seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, his eyes shaking, shouting out desperately.

"There’s extra food!?" Jiang Li laughed.

Only three Primordial Spirits, indeed a bit lacking, not enough to split.

Now, two more have arrived unbidden, enough to fill their hunger.

Whoosh...

The night wind blew, stirring his hair, and in a brief moment of distraction, Zhang Fan disappeared from Jiang Li’s sight.

"Retreat quickly!"

At this moment, Fang Changying’s voice echoed urgently, like a blaze raging.

"Do you really think you can eat that much?"