Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 213 - 136: Revisiting the Old Place! The Zhang Family’s Old Mansion’s Secret (5k-Word Major - ) (Part 2)

With that, the blind man's death cast a shadow over this closed old residential area.

Three days later, in the early morning, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning intertwined, and a torrential downpour came, injecting some vitality into this still arid scorching summer.

Everyone was cheering joyously, the whereabouts of the stone box and the blind man's death seemed to have vanished with the rain.

The heavy rain lasted all day, and the dried-up moat gradually filled with water.

It was at this time that a guest arrived at Zhang Fan's home.

He vaguely remembered that the sky was already getting dark, the rain still pouring outside, clouds rolling above, lightning flashing, reflecting the dim light inside the house.

The intense knocking startled young Zhang Fan; he opened the door to see someone standing outside, or rather, a human figure. That person was not wearing a raincoat but an ancient straw coat, with a hat, looking quite strange.

At that moment, the temperature in the yard seemed to drop unusually low.

Recalling it now, Zhang Fan couldn't remember the stranger's appearance, only that the silhouette felt chillingly cold, piercingly cold. The strangest part was, it was raining heavily outside, yet the person's body showed not a trace of water. The rain seemed to grow eyes, automatically dodging him.

"Little friend, your last name is Zhang too?"

At that time, the strange person asked young Zhang Fan with an extremely low and hoarse voice.

That was the only sentence he spoke.

It was right then that Zhang Lingzong came out of the house, pulled young Zhang Fan fiercely behind him, and took him back into the house with his mother.

After some unknown duration, that person left.

Through the window, young Zhang Fan vaguely saw that when the strange person left, he was holding something in his hands, shockingly, it was the stone box.

After that day, he fell ill with a high fever, taking five or six days to recover.

His mother somehow got hold of a tree seed, planted it in the southwest corner of the yard, saying it was to ward off calamities for young Zhang Fan, ensuring his safety.

This kind of superstition was entirely filled with a mother's overwhelming love.

Zhang Fan stood in the corner of the yard, looking at the tree, feeling a wave of emotions.

Although he had joined the Great Night is not Bright, he had not truly overcome his tribulation, but after merging with the Evil Gods, he could recall some things, especially all the old childhood events.

To sum up, this old mansion indeed bore his odd childhood.

Bang...

At that instant, a dull sound suddenly rang out, cutting through the secluded little courtyard.

Zhang Fan looked up to see a young man enter, his gaze like lightning, True Yang surging at his right hand, Three Yin Transformation, sharp as a blade, with an intimidating aura that dared no one to approach within ten steps.

"Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade!?"

Zhang Fan immediately recognized that this person was also practicing the Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade, but compared to Zhou Miaoyu's halfway technique, he was far more authentic.

The power difference between the two was naturally incomparable.

"He is Ma Buting!"

At that moment, Sui Chunsheng's voice came from behind; Zhang Fan turned to look, seeing that he and Zhan Xinyue had also entered the courtyard at some point.

"So it was him who injured you?" Zhang Fan understood.

He had heard Sui Chunsheng say that the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance had recruited a new master; the Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade had received true transmission, domineeringly fierce, ruthless and unmatched, defeating even Sui Chunsheng's cultivation within ten moves.

"Do you dare to make a move?"

Suddenly, Li Gaoyang called out, his face pale as he clutched his chest, fury beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.

Clearly, he had clashed with Ma Buting just now, but was overpowered and pushed back.

"I don't care where you come from, the higher-ups only said to let you in, but here, it's still the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance that calls the shots."

Ma Buting's eyes were as sharp as knives, overbearing with authority.

"If I let you stay, then you can stay. If I say leave, you have no choice but to go."

"Senior brother..."

Zhou Miaochan sensed the tense atmosphere and hurried forward, whispering a few words in Ma Buting's ear.

"Xu Ancestral Lineage!?"

Ma Buting's eyes narrowed slightly, inadvertently sweeping over Zhang Fan not far away, before finally landing on Xu Zhixia.

"Your last name is Xu!?"

"Three Yin Qi Refining, Transforming Evil into a Blade, Grinding Corpse and Sharpening Blade, Demon Slayer," Xu Zhixia said calmly, her voice gentle and soft: "I never expected a disciple from the Three Emperors Sect to have the true transmission of the Three Yin Demon Slaying Blade, quite remarkable."

At this remark, Ma Buting's complexion changed slightly; he never expected his school's magic had not been revealed, yet Xu Zhixia disclosed his origins in one sentence.

"No wonder the Xu Ancestral Lineage, such perceptiveness."

"Three Emperors Sect? He's actually from the Three Emperors Sect?"

Sui Chunsheng was taken aback by the words, displaying a peculiar look, prompting even Zhang Fan to take a closer look at Ma Buting.

The Three Emperors Sect is one of the oldest sects within the Daoist Sect, reputed to have the power to "Summon the Gods," invalidated by fear of the Emperor, banned by the Imperial Court during the Tang Dynasty, wholly suppressed.

In other words, the Three Emperors Sect is a mysterious and lost sect in the Daoist Sect.

"I didn't expect Ma Buting to have such an origin; no wonder he stands so high above the rest," Zhan Xinyue showed a serious expression.

Daoist Sect cultivation emphasizes incense and candle inheritance the most.

In its prime, the Three Emperors Sect wasn't inferior to Zhengyi or Quanzhen.

"Just for this perception, I'll give you an opportunity, for the sake of the Xu Ancestral Lineage's honor."

Ma Buting's tone was grand, his demeanor even grander.

"If you can withstand ten moves from me, you can stay."