Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 432 - 220: Magical Treasure of Qingcheng Mountain! The Strong Dragon Does Not Suppress the Local Snake

The mist surged fiercely, the violent wind turned into waves, shattering three parts of the moonlight and stirring seven parts of melancholy.

The tense atmosphere suddenly froze, and everyone’s gaze was drawn to the shared bicycle making a "creak, creak" sound.

"Beep..."

"You have locked the bike successfully!"

Zhang Fan parked the bike by the roadside, locked it successfully, and walked straight towards the Five Spirits Rainbow Light.

"Old Yu, what are you doing? Stop this, get on the bike, and hurry back."

Zhang Fan glanced at the mist surging around Yu Fu, raised an eyebrow, and patted the hood of the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, signaling him to get on.

"..."

Yu Fu’s expression turned strange, and he instinctively looked towards the two Daoists from Qingcheng Mountain, remaining silent.

"Arrogant!"

At this moment, Lanting Bamboo shouted angrily, somewhat surprised as he looked at Zhang Fan, and a hint of anger gradually crept onto his face.

Beside him, Xu Qinglai said nothing, but his expression had already turned cold.

They, the dignified disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, were here to subdue demons and exorcise spirits, but this man in front of them, "carrying eggs beneath his brows, only blinking without seeing," acted as if they were air, directly ignoring them.

Such an arrogant act was nothing short of disrespect towards them and Qingcheng Mountain.

"Who are you? Walking sideways like a crab with extended claws? Can’t you see the Daoists exorcising demons?"

Lanting Bamboo’s temples throbbed furiously as he aimed his outburst at Zhang Fan.

"Daoists? Which Daoists are you?" Zhang Fan turned around, looking at the two people in front of him, and said calmly.

"Qingcheng Mountain!" Lanting Bamboo declared loudly, with a hint of pride.

Zhang Fan remained silent, and after a moment, he finally said, "Old Yu, do not act, step back."

At this moment, Zhang Fan vaguely understood why Bai Buran didn’t allow Old Yu to set foot in the Chuanshu territory; it seemed there was some grudge with Qingcheng Mountain.

"Zhang Fan, they are disciples of Qingcheng Mountain. There’s no need..." Yu Fu’s brow twitched slightly as he whispered a reminder.

Qingcheng Mountain, one of the Ten Great Taoist Sects, also the place where Ancestral Celestial Master Zhang Daoling ascended, held an extraordinary status.

He naturally did not want Zhang Fan to get involved in this mess without reason, provoke Qingcheng Mountain, and bring about a deadly disaster.

"So, he is your accomplice!?" Lanting Bamboo coldly snapped, locking his gaze on Zhang Fan like a knife.

"If that’s the case, then come back with me."

Xu Qinglai’s words drifted with an undeniable authority, and at the same time, the silver bell on the head of the oil paper umbrella in his hand gently swayed, emitting a crisp sound.

Dang... Dang... Dang...

The sound rippled like water, materializing in the minds of all present, slowly spreading from afar to near.

"Come with me."

In the moment when everyone’s mind was unsettled, Xu Qinglai, like a gentle wind, appeared in front of Zhang Fan. His indifferent eyes showed no fluctuation, as if everything was as it should be.

"Bell disrupts the Primordial Spirit. What a Daoist Skill!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s voice eerily emerged.

Xu Qinglai’s gaze wavered, focusing intently, only to find that Zhang Fan’s eyes were incomparably clear and awake, as if the bell sound, capable of disrupting one’s Primordial Spirit, was mundane to his ears.

"Senior Brother..."

Almost simultaneously, Lanting Bamboo cried out in surprise, sharply reminding him.

Buzz...

With his robe fluttering without wind, Xu Qinglai seemed to be dragged gently backward by an invisible force from above.

"Respect me a foot, and I will return a yard."

Rumble... Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan moved. He resembled a Great Demon of the night, pressing overwhelmingly, a terrifying aura sweeping across. One large hand was already falling on Xu Qinglai’s face.

"You..."

Between the gaps of his fingers, Xu Qinglai’s eyes widened, finally no longer as calm as before, with a trace of shock amidst the sudden turmoil.

"White Bone Arrow!"

Suddenly, a cracking sound of the wind followed by an arrow splitting the air, attacking from behind the head.

The sound was like a tiger’s roar, the force like a swift arrow!

Amidst the shattered fierce winds, a white arrow aimed at Zhang Fan, its body white as bone, shimmering with a bronze luster, with bloodlight surging on the surface, like flowers blooming, bleakly tinting the frosty sky.

Pale gray bone, cinnabar water sand, the ancient blood gives birth to bronze flowers.

Rumble... Rumble...

In an instant, the white bone arrow reached, with unparalleled power tearing through the fierce winds surrounding Zhang Fan, creating profound echoes shaking the Primordial Spirit.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s other hand jerked up, a True Flame surging like a glove on his palm, firmly grasping the arrow mid-flight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The White Bone Arrow ground and trembled in Zhang Fan’s hand, sparks flying everywhere.

"Forged from the Tiger Demon’s bones... a great Magical Artifact!"

Zhang Fan’s eyes gleamed, recognizing the extraordinary nature of the White Bone Arrow with just one look.

This arrow was not made from ordinary bones; it sealed the Primordial Spirit with the Tiger’s roar in the mountain forest.

Its material was exceptional, crafted from the bones of a demonized tiger from the mountains, refined with the Daoist Sect’s Profound Techniques, capable of both killing and sealing.

"You’re not even a High Skill, and you dare to flaunt your prowess before me?"

With a cold snort, Zhang Fan’s palm suddenly surged with immense power, the True Flame roaring, crushing the White Bone Arrow within his grip.

The tiger’s roar ceased, the bloodlight surged, and the essence qi of the white bone struck backwards, sweeping past Zhang Fan.

This scene was astonishing, causing Lanting Bamboo’s face to change drastically, instinctively stepping back.

Bang...

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan’s large hand descended, pressing Xu Qinglai, smashing him fiercely into the ground, sending him flying several meters and creating a huge pit, kicking up dust into the sky.

"Who... who on earth is he?"

In the distance, Lanting Bamboo’s gaze trembled, almost unable to believe his eyes.