Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 433 - 220: Qingcheng Mountain Magical Treasure! The Strong Dragon Cannot Suppress the Local Serpent (Part 2)

Ignoring Xu Qinglai’s Chaotic Divine Bell Sound, responding with brute force counterattack, even able to crush his White Bone Arrow unexpectedly, such methods, such dominance, gave Lanting Bamboo immense shock.

Even as a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, at this moment, his nerves were in chaos, his face pale with fear.

"How could there be such a master in Yujing City, at such an age, with such cultivation, it must be High Skill for sure."

Lanting Bamboo’s mind was racing, trembling with fear.

However, before he had a chance to ponder deeply, Zhang Fan’s fierce gaze was already upon him.

"Don’t... don’t come over..." Lanting Bamboo’s face twitched, instinctively retreating.

Buzz...

Just at that moment, a hum rose to the sky, a terrifying aura burst from the deep pit, sweeping away the lingering dust.

"I didn’t expect that beast to really find a helper..."

Xu Qinglai moved like the wind, stepping forward, slowly opening the oil paper umbrella in his hand.

"Since that’s the case, you shall meet your demise along with him!"

As soon as the words fell, that ancient oil paper umbrella finally opened, a piercing sound rushed forth, a roaring sound surged in everyone’s ears.

This was a sound with an extremely peculiar frequency.

Zhang Fan looked down and saw that his clothes had inexplicably been torn apart by an invisible force.

"Sword in the Umbrella!"

Buzz...

Xu Qinglai rotated the oil paper umbrella in his hand, the black oiled umbrella frame trembled violently, that strange sound echoed again.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the ground, seemingly torn by an extremely terrifying blade, rushing towards Zhang Fan in large swaths.

"That umbrella of his is a Magical Treasure of Qingcheng Mountain, refined from the wing bones of a Bat Demon."

In the distance, Old Yu’s face changed drastically, he exclaimed in alarm.

Boom boom boom...

The ground cracked, the road seemed to be deformed by an immense force, flying stones scattered all around, an invisible force swiftly surged towards Zhang Fan.

"Great Flame Blade!"

In that instant, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, a burst of True Flame erupted from the mysterious void, a Great Flame Blade was conceived in an instant.

Rumble...

The massive blade, over seven feet long, burned with true flame, blazing indomitably, the terrifying temperature distorted the surrounding air rapidly, under such high temperature and high pressure, the Formless Sword Qi spawned by the Sword in the Umbrella also evaporated and disintegrated.

"He broke the Sword in the Umbrella!?" Xu Qinglai’s pupils contracted sharply.

This was a Magical Treasure he had specifically borrowed from the sect before descending the mountain.

Bam...

The huge flame light slashed across, ripping a ferocious crack in the ground.

Xu Qinglai’s face twitched violently, instinctively retreating several steps.

At that moment, a broad palm pressed against his back, he turned his head in shock, eyes trembling, at some point, Zhang Fan was already standing behind him.

Zhang Fan lifted a foot and kicked Xu Qinglai away, while at the same time, a hand slid over the oil paper umbrella like an eel, directly snatching it.

"My Black Sword Umbrella!"

Xu Qinglai fell heavily, watching the treasured umbrella fall into Zhang Fan’s hands, a mouthful of old blood spewed out.

"Senior brother..." Lanting Bamboo hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"What do you mean your Black Sword Umbrella? Does it respond when you call its name?" Zhang Fan held the ancient oil paper umbrella, somewhat reluctant to let go.

Now that he had reached the High Rank, beside that Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal, almost used as a brick, he had no genuine Daoist Sect Magical Treasures.

He had just witnessed the power of this treasure, which was indeed extraordinary, with the formless sword qi, strangely domineering.

"That’s a Magical Treasure of my Qingcheng Mountain." Xu Qinglai was seething with rage.

Strictly speaking, this Magical Treasure wasn’t his either but was borrowed from within his sect.

Daoist Sect Magical Treasures aren’t something that can be crafted casually; if successfully forged, it requires generations of effort, incense offerings, and lineage transmissions, the longer its age, the more potent its power.

Because of this, every sect, any Magical Treasure with tremendous power is almost always an heirloom, worshiped daily as if it’s an ancestor.

Though this [Black Sword Umbrella] couldn’t be described as an ancient treasure, it still had nearly a century of age.

"Your Magical Treasure?" Zhang Fan sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Even your life doesn’t belong to you anymore..."

With that, he picked up the [Black Sword Umbrella] and walked towards Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo.

Vroom...

At this moment, a car drove over from the distance, when it reached near, a group of people got off the car, led by none other than Sui Chunsheng, surprisingly accompanied by Ma Buting, whom he hadn’t seen for days, along with two accompanying staff members.

"People from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance have arrived." Xu Qinglai looked at the car symbol, his face showing joy, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing here?" Ma Buting walked over.

After the Zhang Family’s Old Mansion incident, Ma Buting also broke through to the High Rank, but later encountered treachery while tracking the Wuwei Demon, his intestines were gutted, and he recuperated for two months.

Now recovered and out of the hospital, he was noticeably two sizes smaller than before.

"You arrived just in time, these two impersonated Daoist officials, robbing in broad daylight, and attempted to harm me." Zhang Fan reported.

"You... you..." Xu Qinglai trembled with anger, pointing at Zhang Fan, unable to utter a word, "you" for quite some time, spewed another mouthful of old blood.

"He’s using our lines!" Lanting Bamboo was seething with anger.

"Enough with the noise, we’ll talk after bringing them back." Sui Chunsheng commanded solemnly.

"We are disciples of Qingcheng Mountain." Xu Qinglai grit his teeth: "This person colludes with demons, committing murder in public."

"Qingcheng Mountain!?"

Sui Chunsheng’s suspicious gaze swept over Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo.

"Demons? Where are the demons?" Zhang Fan sneered.

"He’s right..."

Xu Qinglai turned his head, only to find that next to the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, it was empty, no sign of Old Yu.

"Claiming I colluded with demons, are your dog eyes blind?"

With that, Zhang Fan pulled out his phone, waving it in front of Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo, on the screen was a picture of a banner.

"Open your dog eyes and look closely, Daoist Sect Outstanding Worker... certified officially, let’s see who is the demon."

"You? Outstanding Worker?"

Xu Qinglai’s eyes widened, unable to believe it, he even suspected that this banner was a fake bought from an online shop for nine dollars and ninety cents with free shipping.

"Any issues, we’ll talk when we get back to the Daoist Alliance." Sui Chunsheng raised a hand, not allowing the two to argue.

"Are you really with the Daoist Alliance?" Xu Qinglai became suspicious, he even doubted whether these Daoist Alliance staff were legitimate.

Slap...

However, before Sui Chunsheng could reply, Zhang Fan raised his hand and delivered a huge slap, making Xu Qinglai see stars.

"Blind your dog eyes, you still dare question the Daoist Alliance." Zhang Fan righteously declared.

"Brother, that’s too much." Sui Chunsheng lowered his head, tugging on Zhang Fan’s sleeve, whispering.

"You... you... that’s police brutality." Xu Qinglai covered his swollen face, pointing at Zhang Fan, seething with hate.

"I’m not a member of the Daoist Alliance, I don’t have law enforcement authority, what police brutality are you talking about?"

"..."

Xu Qinglai was left speechless in shock.

"I’m just purely slapping you!" Zhang Fan stated honestly.

"Take them away... we’ll discuss further after bringing them back."

Sui Chunsheng gestured, and two staff members stepped forward, taking hold of Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo.

"Friend, let me offer you a saying..."

At this moment, Xu Qinglai also calmed down, looking at Zhang Fan, his eyes narrowed to a line.

"We shall meet again, let’s see how it goes."

"Daoist friend, let me offer you a saying too." Zhang Fan responded politely.

"What is it?" Xu Qinglai asked instinctively.

"A strong dragon does not suppress a local snake."

"Take them away."

With those words, Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo boarded the car of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

"What’s the situation?"

Sui Chunsheng pulled Zhang Fan aside, asking.

"You can interrogate them slowly back at the base." Zhang Fan casually replied.

He knew that once they were at the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, Xu Qinglai and Lanting Bamboo’s identities could be quickly verified, he had no need to lie in front of Sui Chunsheng.

"Do I need to record a statement for you back there?"

"No need, we’re all on the same side, if there’s a need, I’ll come to you." Sui Chunsheng courteously said: "Need a ride?"

"No, I have a car."

Zhang Fan pointed to the distant Five Spirits Rainbow Light.

A moment later, Zhang Fan watched as the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance’s car left, he slowly turned around, took out his phone, and dialed Old Yu’s number.

...

That night, a call was made from Yujing City to Qingcheng Mountain!