Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 382 200: Fire Avoidance Technique, Black Wind's Ferocious Might! Zhang Lingzong and Mr. Nian (5k-Word Mega Chapter) (3)

Avoiding water can avert calamities in water, avoiding fire can avert disasters in fire...

The Fire Avoidance Technique is one of them. Once this technique is unleashed, ordinary fire techniques cannot harm the practitioner.

However, this Daoist Skill has long been lost for many years; it is an ancient secret.

"This guy has been guided by a master and become a demon," Shi Shougong shouted internally, faintly sensing something was amiss.

"You brat, what other tricks do you have? Feel free to try them again," the Black Nightmare laughed loudly.

This Fire Avoidance Technique was something he acquired from the Observatory Master of the Perfect View.

Since the day he was defeated by Zhang Fan, he resented it deeply, kneeling for three days and three nights before the Observatory Master taught him this technique.

This big black rat, indeed having extraordinary talent, practiced diligently for a half-month and actually mastered it.

Rumble...

A blazing Fire Dragon exploded in the night sky, scattering ten thousand rays of firelight onto the ground, burning the soil into a charred black.

"This rat really has some skills," Zhang Fan's gaze darkened slightly.

"Brat, if you have no more tricks, Grandpa Hei won't be polite with you."

The Black Nightmare grinned, and suddenly his throat moved, making strange noises. Next, he spat out a pitch-black pearl, glistening with a bone-like sheen.

The Black Nightmare looked at the pearl in his hand, his eyes filled with ferocity.

This was his greatest reliance, made from a piece of cartilage near his throat, known as the Black Wind Pearl.

Back then, the big black rat had undergone near-death experiences to train this treasure, spending almost all his savings on it.

Furthermore, he shamelessly begged the Observatory Master of the Perfect View to help refine this treasure. After years of sacrifices, it finally reached its current stage, its mysterious power not inferior to an average Daoist Sect's magical treasure, and it was considered his prized possession.

"Brat, come and meet your death with Grandpa Hei."

The Black Nightmare shouted fiercely, aiming at Zhang Fan, waving the Black Wind Pearl. In an instant, stones and sand swirled, obscuring the view...

A violent black wind arose, swirling with demonic might. It was cold and ferocious, truly changing the world, the black wind spinning with no form or shadow, dimming the bright sun, leaving all the stars wandering in confusion.

"God..."

Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu's faces changed abruptly as they frantically sought something to shield themselves.

Wherever the black whirlwind passed, everything was engulfed, the wind cutting like a knife, leaving eye-catching scars on the ground.

The black clouds were terrifying, the moonlight shattered, rendering spells useless and skills powerless.

The flesh and blood body, with just a slight scrape by this black wind, would likely have its skin peeled away like fallen mud, its bones broken like snapped branches.

"Brat, what are you hiding for? Weren't you pretty formidable before?" The Black Nightmare waved the Black Wind Pearl, searching for Zhang Fan's location.

"Kill!"

At this moment, a loud yell pierced through the night, followed by a figure leaping up.

"Courting death."

The Black Nightmare's gaze focused slightly, aiming at that figure, waving the Black Wind Pearl. The black wind, like a blade, roared ferociously towards the figure, trapping it tightly.

The terrifying black wind whipped against the figure, producing crackling sounds.

Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu's faces twitched violently, their hearts sinking to the bottom.

Seeing this, the Black Nightmare's lips curled upwards, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

Roar...

Just then, within the black wind, that figure let out a beast-like low roar.

Everyone's face changed slightly, and under the moonlight, they finally saw that the figure wasn't Zhang Fan. It was a stiff-bodied Zhang Beijiang, immune to decay.

"Brat..." the Black Nightmare's eyes widened, shouting fiercely, an intense sense of unease shooting through him.

"Why are you calling for your grandpa?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's voice came from behind, and the Black Nightmare wanted to turn around, but it was already too late.

In the dark of night, a golden light flickered, and the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal shone brilliantly like a brick in Zhang Fan's hand, landing directly on the back of the Black Nightmare's head.

The Black Nightmare's eyes opened wide, his body stiffened, and he foamed at the mouth, falling straight down.

Bang...

The Black Wind Pearl fell to the ground, and the ferocious black wind suddenly ceased, and everything returned to calm.

"Did it just fall..."

In the distance, Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu, hiding behind an abandoned building, peeked out, trembling as they glanced at the Black Nightmare lying on the ground. Under the moonlight, their expressions dazed, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Demons from the mountains, truly formidable."

Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu slowly stepped out, eyes filled with a trace of awe.

"Weren't you all high and mighty? See how smug you are now."

Zhang Fan jumped and stomped on the Black Nightmare's body, giving it a fierce family-style greeting.

"Brother Fan is truly formidable..."

Shi Shougong looked at Zhang Beijiang nearby, feeling an overwhelming sense of discomfort.

This corpse was something Zhang Fan had brought out from the Imprisoned Immortal Temple, second only to the Golden Radiance Treasure Box. It stood firmly against the Black Wind Pearl's ferocity, leaving only a few scratches.

"Brother Fan, is he dead yet?" Su Shiyu asked, unable to suppress his curiosity as he looked at the motionless Black Nightmare.

"No, but he's as good as dead," Zhang Fan sneered, his focused gaze falling upon the nearby Black Wind Pearl.

This is a valuable treasure.

"Interesting!"

At this moment, atop the Deserted Mountain, in the Jue Miaoguan, under the faint firelight, a slender figure slowly appeared, their bright and deep eyes gazing out the window, casting a glance at the vast night, as if seeing the dazzling city beyond.

"South Zhang has only this lone survivor left, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo... quite intriguing..."

Saying this, the slender figure raised their hand, their fair arm waving gently.

Rumble...

At the same time, above Yujing City, a rumbling sound echoed, like thunder roaring, foreshadowing an impending storm.

Zhang Fan instinctively looked up, observing the weather, black clouds floating by, obscuring the bright moon.

"Bro... Brother Fan..."

Suddenly, Su Shiyu's cry of alarm dragged Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Zhang Fan quickly turned his head and saw the Black Wind Pearl floating by itself.

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, at the border of Dian Nan.

In the Ailao Mountains, next to the flickering campfire, a meditating Zhang Lingzong suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened from a dream. He stood upright, gazing southward, his deep eyes glinting with a terrifying spark.