Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 254 - 151: Primordial Spirit’s Warning! Daoist Divine Techniques: Rejuvenation
This is the drawback of the Minor Divinity Splitting Technique.
But if the Three Corpses Daoist left behind more than one Three Corpses Primordial Pill, then the one with higher resurrection progress could absorb the others as nourishment, drastically shortening the process.
"Are you saying Meng Qingtong stole the Three Corpses Primordial Pill!?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.
"I’m afraid so. For now, let’s just hope the Three Corpses Daoist only left behind this single pill. If we can contain it, things won’t be too bad." Sui Chunsheng replied grimly.
To the Daoist Sect across the land, the Three Corpses Primordial Pill is taboo. It’s been searched for all these years, and yet some fish still slipped through the net.
"No wonder there’s such a big fuss." Zhang Fan glanced at the defensive setup around the Match-3 Puzzle. More than twenty elite fighters guarded the perimeter—every one handpicked by the Daoist Alliance.
"Even if he could sprout wings, he wouldn’t escape."
Sui Chunsheng flicked out a photo; it was of a man, around fifty or sixty, somewhat hunched over, disheveled hair, and clouded eyes.
"That’s Meng Qingtong!?"
In Yujing City, anyone who cultivates has a file in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance—even newcomers like Zhang Fan aren’t exempt.
"Let’s go. Ma Buting and his elder sister have already gone in." Sui Chunsheng beckoned.
"Do you have any evidence?"
Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask one more question; after all, this place could be considered part of Zhenwu Mountain’s business.
"On the way here, we happened to run into a young man who’d just escaped from this place..." Sui Chunsheng said coldly.
"Truly, if Heaven creates evil, it can be endured; when man creates evil, he deserves to be exposed."
Meng Qingtong obtained the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, deciphered its secrets, and actually used live people’s Primordial Spirits to cultivate Daoist Skills. The funeral home made for perfect cover—he even cast Evil Techniques, induced false death, and then stole Primordial Spirits after bringing victims here.
That young man was a fresh hostage, who got away while Meng Qingtong was training.
"He was so terrified he couldn’t speak. He Ningyan has already taken the victim for identification."
While speaking, Sui Chunsheng led Zhang Fan into the building.
The spacious hall was still filled with a chilling cold, especially at night—it looked just like a morgue.
Rumble...
Right then, a loud rumble suddenly echoed throughout the hall.
Zhang Fan was still in the distance and saw Ma Buting and He Ningyan standing side by side, facing off against two young men. One was Liu Xingyu, whom he’d met previously.
The other resembled him—they must be Liu Xingyu’s older brother, Liu Xingtui.
Beside them was another youth, about seventeen or eighteen, hiding behind Ma Buting, clothes torn and bloodied, skin pale as paper—clearly unused to sunlight, body trembling like a frightened beast.
"Is that the victim?" Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened, sweeping up and down.
"Hm!?"
Sui Chunsheng brought Zhang Fan forward, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Ma Buting shot them a glance, surprised but not really bothered. Now that he’d reached the High Skill rank, he was a different person, naturally not seeing Zhang Fan as someone he needed to care about anymore.
As for He Ningyan, she didn’t even turn her head. Within the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, she’d seen Zhang Fan suffer mishaps in his training, forcibly cultivating the Fire Technique and already showing signs of Qi deviation. Someone like that wasn’t worth her concern.
Liu Xingyu, however, couldn’t help giving Zhang Fan another look, surprised to see him here.
"You’ve searched up and down here, too. We honestly don’t know where Director Meng has gone."
Just then, Liu Xingtui’s voice echoed through the cold hall.
"We know nothing about Director Meng’s alleged crimes."
"Whether you know or not, will be determined after you cooperate with the investigation back at headquarters." Ma Buting said coldly.
Since advancing to High Skill, he’d regained his former composure and confidence, his demeanor lofty and imposing.
"High Skill!?" Liu Xingtui squinted at Ma Buting, sneering coldly.
"Supremacy in Dao is like standing apart from heaven and earth. Are you here to find out exactly how high your skill lies?"
"So, you want to fight?"
He Ningyan raised her jade-like hand, her expression unchanged; her indifferent voice carried an irresistible authority.
"Refuse a toast, have to drink a forfeit."
Ma Buting let out a cold laugh. The atmosphere tensed, ready to snap like a drawn sword.
"Run!"
Suddenly Zhang Fan shouted, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Are you crazy?" Ma Buting was stunned, then his expression turned odd.
Today was a Daoist Alliance operation—He Ningyan hadn’t spoken, and he hadn’t issued an order. Zhang Fan’s sudden move immediately irritated him.
"He’s suspicious..."
Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, yanked Sui Chunsheng back with him in a desperate retreat.
Splurt...
Before he finished speaking, before anyone could react, a spray of blood burst out, staining ten steps in every direction—a broad hand had already punched through Ma Buting’s chest...
"Tsk, tsk... Didn’t he tell you to run? Even with your lives, you couldn’t keep them..."
At that moment, a chilling laugh rang in everyone’s ears. Eyes widened in disbelief as the youth who’d been trembling a second ago now wore a calm, faintly delighted smile.
His hand was like a blade, slowly pulling out of Ma Buting’s chest, while his deep, cold gaze settled on Zhang Fan.
"The younger generation is terrifying—so many people failed to notice, but you saw the trick."
"Youngster, your name is Zhang Fan!?" the youth asked in a low, steady voice.
"You’re..." Zhang Fan’s face darkened, as if realizing something.
"I am Meng Qingtong!"
As he spoke, the youth tore off his ragged clothes and revealed a smooth, muscular body. His right arm’s skin, slack and wrinkled, was now visibly swelling and filling out at an astonishing speed.
"Daoist Divine Techniques—Rejuvenation!?" He Ningyan’s face changed dramatically.
