Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 502 - 250: Hope for the Future! Yuan Ling Crown of Qi Yun Mountain (2)

"Where’s the love? Where’s the affection? It’s all hatred, it’s all resentment, alright." Fang Changle said calmly.

The Qin Family saw that pair of man and woman as immortal enemies, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

"So that means what Qin Ming said about the previous Human Xiao is true... it’s connected to my mom..." Zhang Fan mused, deep in thought.

At this moment, instead he calmed down, not in a hurry to slip away.

"Let’s sleep first." Zhang Fan shook his head, a wave of exhaustion crashing over him, his eyelids finally too heavy to keep open.

Only he could manage this—for anyone else, exploring the Three Corpses Primordial Pill like this, their Primordial Spirit would have long since been drained dry.

"You’re not running?" Fang Changle asked.

"Let’s wait and see." Zhang Fan weakly waved a hand, and in the blink of an eye, drifted into sleep.

...

The next morning, early.

Zhang Fan awoke, taking a deep breath, the world once again crystal clear in his eyes.

Every time he recovered after exhaustion, Zhang Fan would feel more vigorous than ever, full of dragon and tiger energy, even better than before.

He vaguely realized that the Three Corpses Primordial Pill could actually temper his Primordial Spirit.

Walking out of his room, arriving in the courtyard, Zhang Fan looked up and immediately saw Fang Changle’s figure.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Fan walked over, following Fang Changle’s gaze, and spotted a child, about eight or nine years old, standing beneath a large tree, head lifted, staring at something unknown.

"That kid’s been standing there since a bit after six. I’ve finished my training, gathered my qi, and he still hasn’t moved, been there over an hour." Fang Changle said blandly.

"Who is he?"

"The servants say, he’s also a Qin family seed, a generation younger than Qin Ming, third generation I think, but not from their branch. His parents died young, he’s been raised in the clan ever since..."

"I heard the little brat’s brain isn’t right, didn’t start walking till after two, didn’t talk till he was three..." Fang Changle shook his head.

With that kind of talent, he’s even worse than most people, let alone for cultivation.

It was precisely because of this that, in the Qin Family, he was basically someone no one cared about—a child with no parents, no talent, and no one to rely on.

"Born into a Profound Family, without talent, without support—his fate is probably even bleaker than that of ordinary folk." Fang Changle said coolly.

He knew very well that such a brat’s future was doomed to be tragic and withered.

"Hahaha..."

Just then, the child suddenly broke into laughter, waving his arms and legs like a madman.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fang Changle walked over, interest piqued, and asked.

"The leaf fell down..."

The child seemed not to notice Fang Changle at all, pointing at the now-bare tree crown, then bent to pick up the very last leaf that had just fallen.

"In spring, the tree is full of leaves, and by winter, they’re all gone at last..."

"But when spring comes again, they all grow back..."

"Here one moment, gone the next, nothing gained, nothing lost, as if nothing ever happened..."

"Heh heh... interesting... it’s really interesting..."

The child gazed dazedly at the leaf in his hand, making weird giggling sounds, his behavior unhinged—his words didn’t match those of a seven- or eight-year-old at all, looking utterly lost in his own world.

"What’s your name?"

Just then, a drawling voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan turned to see Zhang Wang walking over, looking at the strange child.

"Qin Daoyuan!"

The child reported his name, cupping the leaf in both hands as if it were a precious treasure, then turned and walked away.

"The one who will one day restore the Qin bloodline—very likely, it’s him." Zhang Wang suddenly remarked.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle exchanged a look, both momentarily stunned.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don’t doubt me, not only do I practice cultivation, I’m good at fortune-telling too—family legacy..." Zhang Wang said, all mystique.

"When I came into this house yesterday, I could tell—this Qin Family’s fate is about to run out. Misfortune looms, right at the gate."

"What nonsense are you talking about now?" Fang Changle couldn’t help but laugh.

The Qin Family is a Profound Family, Qin Ming is a Qi Yun Mountain inheritor, they’ve even gotten in with the White Crane Lineage. Even Divine Techniques Association experts are guests here—they’re in their heyday, not a sign of disaster in sight.

"From prosperity comes decline—a final blaze of glory." Zhang Wang shook his head.

"It’s just like a pot on the stove. On the surface it boils with steam—an omen of big things. But once the water boils dry, the stove explodes..."

As he spoke, Zhang Wang looked toward the direction where Qin Daoyuan walked away.

"When the nest collapses, how could any egg survive? Yet this little child is an anomaly, with a ruddy glow to his face, finding life in certain death. Perhaps in the future, he’ll become a world-shaking expert and keep the Qin incense burning..."

"The Heavenly Dao is ruthless, yet always leaves a thread of hope... Wonderful, wonderful..." Zhang Wang nodded continuously, clicking his tongue in admiration.

Fang Changle watched all this, unable to keep from smiling.

Just a Qi Worker Realm, and yet in front of him and Zhang Fan, daring to speak of fate and destiny!?

"If your family trade’s so amazing, why don’t you try fortune-telling the Six-color Lottery numbers? Yet every day you’re still busting your ass for incense money?" Fang Changle teased.

"Eh? How’d you know? I actually tried it before, won twenty thousand..." Zhang Wang’s eyes flashed.

"You really won?"

"Had a car accident that day, hospital bills cost me twenty-three thousand."

"..."

"Everything’s destined by heaven. The harder you force it, the more you lose." Zhang Wang muttered softly, glancing meaningfully at Zhang Fan.

"Taoist Brother Zhang!"

Just then, a call came from far away.

Zhang Fan looked up, and saw Qin Ming standing at a distance, beckoning to him.

"Here comes the real show, let’s go."

Zhang Fan called to Fang Changle and headed over.

"My father and the Divine Techniques Association people are waiting. You two arrived just in time, join us." Qin Ming invited.

Zhang Fan immediately understood—what the other meant was the matter of the former Human Xiao, so he followed at once.

Inside the main hall, a stern-faced middle-aged man sat in the high seat. With a single glance, Zhang Fan knew—this was the current Qin Patriarch, Qin Capital.

"Patriarch Qin!"

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle bowed in salute.

"Hmm?"

Qin Capital’s brows twitched, his sharp gaze falling on Zhang Fan. His face showed a hint of confusion, as if he’d seen this young man somewhere before.

"Father, this is Zhenwu Mountain’s rising star, Zhang Fan."

"And this is Maoshan Inheritor, Fang Changle."

Qin Ming introduced them one by one.

"Truly the young will surpass the old—I’m getting on in years." Qin Capital said lightly.

"Patriarch Qin, since everyone’s arrived, shall we get to the main business?"

Song Yunqi spoke up. He and Ji Haisan had been staring at Zhang Fan since he entered, as if eyeing prey.

"Actually, it’s simple. Over twenty years ago, the Wuwei Sect’s previous Human Xiao once went into seclusion on Tusk Mountain. That spot was very hidden, but also very important. This time, the goal is to find that place." Qin Ming was frank at last, finally laying out the truth.

"My mom’s old seclusion spot?" Zhang Fan’s eye twitched.

"You two Taoist brothers arrived at just the right time, you don’t mind lending a hand, do you?" Qin Ming said coolly.

"We..." Fang Changle understood perfectly well what was going on, and just as he was about to refuse, brows furrowing—

"Don’t mind at all, of course we don’t." Zhang Fan raised his hand, holding him back with a light laugh.

"That’s good, then. The arrangements are almost ready. We just need to wait for my shishu to arrive, and then we can go investigate Tusk Mountain together." Qin Ming said calmly and confidently.

"Shishu?" Zhang Fan’s heart stirred.

Qin Ming’s shishu—isn’t that one of Qi Yun Mountain’s experts!?

"Cursing without mentioning your mom, hurts like scraping scabs. Let me subdue demons and exorcise evil, I’ll send your mama a big slap, so hard her teeth flower!"

Just then, a voice came singing out in rhythm from outside the door.

Zhang Fan’s heart gave a thump. He and Fang Changle exchanged a look—the voice, the accent, impossibly familiar.

"Shishu is here."

Qin Ming was overjoyed, getting up to greet him. Right then, a brawny man strode in from outside—it was none other than Yuan Ling Crown.