Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 354 - 190: Daoist Title Mr. Nian! Human Xiao Li Yishan (5k-Word Chapter) (Part 2)

The doctor with gold-rimmed glasses looked Qi Ji up and down, then said in a deep voice: "The neurology department is on the third floor, go take a look."

Saying that, he took off his mask, turned around, and left without looking back, muttering to himself.

"These religious people, always so mysterious."

"Xiao Ji, are you alright?"

Zhang Fan looked at Qi Ji and asked with concern.

For this newcomer fresh out of training, tonight’s incident was indeed somewhat difficult to accept; his junior sister died, his senior brother got injured, and he witnessed everything yet was powerless to act.

He truly recognized the cruelty of this world and the mercilessness of life and death.

Even cultivators have their moments of helplessness, of being overpowered, and of being constrained.

"I... I’m fine," Qi Ji shook his head and said.

"If you’re fine, then go home and rest early, we’re here." Zhang Fan patted Qi Ji on the shoulder and then turned to leave with Qi Ji.

Tonight, they were not entirely without gain; they still managed to capture someone alive.

"All actions are impermanent, Mr. Nian must always be..."

Qi Ji stood still, looking at the empty corridor, muttering softly.

...

It was late at night.

Deserted Mountain, Jue Miaoguan.

Bai Buran shone his flashlight as he pushed open the ancient, decrepit temple door. A cold wind suddenly blew, causing the firelight to flicker unsteadily.

"You rarely come to the mountain so late."

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from within the aged palace and temple.

"Tonight, Yujing City is not peaceful..."

Bai Buran gazed into the depths of the cold and clear grand hall, speaking with some implication: "Someone from the Wuwei Sect caused quite a commotion in Yujing City..."

"I already know."

"You know?" Bai Buran said in surprise.

His face changed abruptly, a deep sense of terror and dread welled up in his eyes.

"Can you leave the Deserted Mountain now?"

"Not yet."

That indifferent voice came again, without a hint of anger or joy.

"However... there is now a particularly interesting little fellow in Yujing City, his thoughts are extremely strong, a heart with desires, will certainly have feelings..."

"Little ghost, you seem to have forgotten my Daoist title."

Whoosh...

As the words fell softly, a fierce wind suddenly arose, blowing against the decrepit ancient palace doors, stirring the flickering bright candle flames.

Bai Buran’s expression was heavy, he slightly parted his lips, uttering a name.

A name that even filled him with inexplicable awe.

"Mr. Nian!"

The Observatory Master of the Perfect View, Mr. Nian!!!

"What did you do?" Bai Buran asked tremblingly.

"Nothing, I just sent Maoshan a great gift!"

Under the flickering firelight, there seemed to be a shadow swaying, and the gentle laughter unfolded within the quiet grand hall.

"This night, above Maoshan, a great star is bright, shining brightly."

"What exactly did you do?" Bai Buran asked uneasily.

"I met a very interesting young man... the future is undefined, the celestial secret is profound, the incense of Maoshan will probably be passed on to this person."

As the words fell, Bai Buran’s expression slightly tightened, and he fell silent.

He knew that the owner of this Daoist Temple did not speak falsely, he had unpredictable divine techniques, and ghost gods were impossible to foresee, perhaps he could truly calculate the celestial will and see a glimpse of the future.

"What did you do to him?" Bai Buran pressed on.

"I just planted a seed in his heart."

"Though the starlight is bright, it will dye the rivers and mountains with blood, the tribulation of slaughter descends upon the mortal world, corpses pile up the mountains... hehe... such a killing star..."

"This world is truly interesting."

"I suddenly want to play a game."

The gentle laughter resounded leisurely, carrying immense pleasure, containing unspeakable comfort.

"You..."

"Let’s go."

Bai Buran’s words had just left his mouth when a formless force, as if a great hand, slapped him out of the grand hall, slapped him out of Jue Miaoguan.

The desolate deep mountain, the vast bright moon, the night wind suddenly arose, without a trace of light, the Daoist light before his eyes seemed exiled by time, mottled and ancient, devoid of any vitality.

Bai Buran took one last deep look, turned, and left.

...

In the days that followed, Yujing City appeared turbulent and uneasy.

The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance organized experts, even borrowing many from the Daoist temples and sect gates of various districts and cities, casting them out like a net, determined not to stop until Fang Changying was unearthed.

"Last night, an entire group of people was wiped out."

Near the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, in a café.

Sui Chunsheng looked a bit grim as he relayed the still-concealed news to Zhang Fan.

"Damn it, that Fang Changying is too formidable, a group of seven people encountered him, and only one survived."

Sui Chunsheng gritted his teeth, it was indeed a colossal loss.

"This person is proficient in Exorcism Techniques and Divine Descent Techniques, moreover, has a high cultivation level, truly difficult to kill," Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"By the way, whose life was so great?"

Zhang Fan who had fought against Fang Changying, knew full well his skills, surviving under his hands had to be because their ancestral grave was expelling smoke.

"Someone you know too."

Sui Chunsheng took a sip of coffee, speaking in a low voice.

"I know? Who?"

"Ma Buting!"

"Huh? It’s him!?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

He had a very deep impression of Ma Buting, this person was originally a disciple of the Three Emperors Sect, specially recruited by Lou Hechuan, the president of Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, his Three Yin Demon Slayer technique was unrivaled, only his luck was lacking.

That day, at the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion, he lost under Zhang Fan’s Fire Dragon Pill Sword, and after a period of recuperation, he had a stroke of luck, stepping into a high rank, yet was harmed by Meng Qingtong at the Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home, his intestines were pulled out...

Fortunately, his life was saved, after another period of recuperation, he had just returned to his post and encountered such a situation.

"How...how is he?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Speaking of which, he and Ma Buting were also old acquaintances.