Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 201 - 131: Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon, Liu Fusheng! The World’s Fiercest, Divine Demon Holy Embryo
Thirteen Zodiacs.
Xu Dog, Han Diyan!!!
Zhang Fan's hand, holding the spoon, paused in mid-air. He stared at the polite man before him, his trembling gaze focused like a line.
He never expected that the Wuwei Sect Member, the Xu Dog, one of the formidable Thirteen Zodiacs, would appear so openly in front of him, without any warning, without any disguise.
"Don't be nervous, we can talk for a while before you die." Han Diyan flashed a gentle smile, calming Zhang Fan's emotions.
At this moment, the vendor served the bowl of sweet tofu pudding.
"Want some?" Han Diyan picked up the spoon, not yet savoring it, but first asking Zhang Fan.
"You eat it yourself."
Zhang Fan focused, vigilant, his tone icy, but under the table, he had already taken out his phone and composed a message:
Thirteen Zodiacs spotted, come quickly.
He then immediately sent this message to the [Night Company Group] and the [Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Group]…
The latter was a small group formed the day they went to Gusu City with Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue.
"Calling for backup?"
Han Diyan took a bite of the tofu pudding, then turned to look at Zhang Fan.
The dimly lit street nearby cast a glow under the table, reflecting on Zhang Fan's face, making it look particularly glaring.
"..."
"No problem, by the time they arrive, you'll already be dead."
Han Diyan's lips curved slightly as he continued eating the sweet tofu pudding in his bowl.
"You really don't want some? The sweetness is just right..."
"Looking down on me?" Zhang Fan's expression darkened slightly.
"Zhang Fan... you should have died long ago... Ten years ago, under Dragon Tiger Mountain, in that situation, you joined the Great Night and didn't die, you and your father's lives are really tough."
Han Diyan shifted his tone, but his smile dimmed a bit.
"Rooster..." Zhang Fan frowned.
He knew, ten years ago, Zhang Lingzong had faked their deaths, hiding their Lifebound Yuan Chen, and retreated stealthily, blending into the common folk.
On that day, the Rooster Day of the Metal Mao, using the [Divine Evil Fighting Robe] and the Wang Family's [Beidou Refining God], had unveiled the Celestial Secret and uncovered the truth.
"Thirteen Zodiacs, each with their own skills..." Han Diyan said lightly, "Since the Rooster has made a move, he won't leave empty-handed."
At this point, Han Diyan slightly raised his eyelids, giving Zhang Fan an intense look.
"Kid, you haven't passed your tribulation yet!"
"Your mother!" Zhang Fan responded coldly.
Han Diyan looked serene, his indifferent eyes showing no ripples, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly in a faint mockery.
"Words are the weakest form of resistance."
Han Diyan stirred the tofu pudding with his spoon.
"Kid, you haven't passed your tribulation... Zhang Lingzong hasn't either, right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he stood up abruptly.
"As long as you and your father exist in this world, many people won't sleep easy." Han Diyan quietly stated, not taking Zhang Fan seriously.
"Great Spirit Sect King, back then he escaped from Dragon Tiger Mountain unscathed. Not only Wuwei Sect remembers him, but many in the Daoist Sect also have him on their minds..."
Saying this, Han Diyan displayed a sinister smile.
Strike when he's weak and take his life.
Zhang Lingzong, faking his death for ten years, hadn't passed his tribulation, and now was his weakest moment, the best time to claim his life.
Great Spirit Sect King, once rampant, his infamous name echoed across the land, drawing many enemies. Not to mention, he held the secret of the Daoist Sect's great tribulation and the mysteries of the Divine Demon Holy Embryo.
Now, just a little leaked information would mobilize experts from all corners.
"Zhang Lingzong doesn't have long to live... I hear White Crane Temple's masters are on the move, searching for him."
Han Diyan brought a message, demonstrating Wuwei Sect's deep infiltration. A slight leak of information put the former Great Spirit Sect King in dire straits. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
"Zhang Fan, you go ahead first."
Han Diyan set down his spoon, his smile suddenly vanishing, a murderous intent instantly emerging. Knowing the hidden threat ahead, it must be annihilated with thunderous means, how could it be allowed to grow!?
Boom...
Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan moved, True Yang surging, roaring up, the terrifying aura instantly flipping the table in front of him.
"Truly a monster, Breaking the Realm and Re-Cultivating, yet still so domineering; advancing so fast, almost like a demon, and you still hope to live!?"
Han Diyan remained seated, coldness only in his eyes.
Buzz...
At this moment, the explosive True Yang around Zhang Fan suddenly collapsed. His body trembled, and he felt powerless, collapsing directly to the ground.
"How could this be?"
Zhang Fan frowned, his gaze focused like a line, finally seeing the dust swirling around, the scene gradually blurring, even the tofu pudding vendor in the distance became distorted.
"Six Dusts are both poison and medicine, when the dust settles, the light arises, then one enters the Dao."
Han Diyan's voice echoed eerily, as he sat there, indifferent, watching the gradually curling Zhang Fan...
Grayish dust drifted, filling the sky and earth.
Ordinary eyes couldn't see it, only through Primordial Spirit Observation could this strange dust be seen.
It was the Red Dust, penetrating Zhang Fan's skin, through his pores, entering his body like a virus, instantly assaulting his Primordial Spirit.
Buzz...
In an instant, his Primordial Spirit seemed to have its immune system breached, holes appeared, as if his body was decaying and collapsing.
"Six Dust Poison!" Han Diyan watched mercilessly, savoring the dimming "flame."
In this life, everything seen, heard, all is poison, all experienced returns to dust. What has been seen, heard, smelled, touched, thought... constantly spurs new thoughts, consuming the blood of all beings, until finally leading to death.
