Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 41: Northern Emperor’s Successor, Great Night 2.0
Northern Emperor Evil Ghost, Celestial Pig Divine Curse!?
Within the He Family Manor, the low, slightly magnetic voice echoed once more. Even someone as leisurely as him couldn’t help but take it seriously.
He Fei seemed to sense something and looked towards the corner, where he saw the person hidden in the shadows stand up.
"Eighty years ago, during the Universal Sacrifice, the great tribulation of the Daoist Sect... nearly all the elite masters of the Daoist Sect were lost, and many Dharma lineages were almost extinct..."
"The Northern Emperor Technique is reputed as the number one lethal great skill of the Daoist Sect... it should have died out already." The low, slightly magnetic voice was filled with deep confusion, and its ghostly gaze inadvertently turned towards the window.
"Could there still be a successor to this lineage!?"
After the great tribulation of the Daoist Sect, this lineage hadn’t appeared in the world for eighty years. Though there were many outside claiming to be from the Beidie Sect, and some even advertised themselves online under the guise of the Northern Emperor Technique, recruiting disciples widely, with an intensive class costing 12,888 yuan without job placement, and an expert class 38,888 yuan with fast-track training, recommending employment at major palaces and temples...
But those were nothing more than charlatans. The true Northern Emperor Technique had long vanished from the world.
"Is it truly the Northern Emperor Technique? Unbelievable... hadn’t this lineage already been eradicated?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Don’t talk nonsense... this lineage is very domineering; how dare you say they’ve been eradicated? Didn’t you see a successor appear? Be careful, or they might annihilate your entire family."
"You’re being reckless, talking about wiping out entire families. Do you take the Daoist masters practicing the Northern Emperor Technique for malevolent cultivators?"
Within Yujing City, many hidden profound cultivators couldn’t remain calm. If it were just an ordinary Dharma lineage, it wouldn’t matter; they could just watch and enjoy. But the Northern Emperor Technique was no trivial matter.
At this moment, Gu Yuming’s expression was exceptionally grave, his gaze unblinkingly fixed on Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, with thick Yin Qi constantly converging around him, forming into a destructive force in his palm.
The terrifying fluctuations were becoming substantial, unlike the previously feeble and rootless Taiyi Life-saving Skill.
"Could he have really mastered it?" Gu Yuming wondered in his heart.
In his view, although the Primordial Spirit before him had low Dao Practice, if it truly mastered the Northern Emperor Technique, it meant there must be a school legacy backing its skills...
This lineage is filled with fierce individuals!!!
"Fellow Daoist..."
Gu Yuming hesitated slightly, his tone softening considerably as he began to speak.
Boom...
A loud noise disrupted the moment, as the destructive force condensed in Zhang Fan’s palm suddenly shattered, and the indistinct chanting dissipated into nothingness, even as the surging Yin Qi around him began to collapse.
"Is he a novice!?"
The sudden silence caught everyone off guard and plunged them into a stunned silence, even Gu Yuming, whose expression had just slightly relaxed, widened his eyes, his gaze turning eccentric.
"You really are a paper tiger!"
If the Northern Emperor Technique were so easy to master, it would have been widespread long ago. How could it be the number one lethal great skill in the Daoist Sect!?
Nowadays, many spell seals and incantations from this lineage can be found online, and many indulge in it, imitating the practice, but self-taught efforts would never succeed.
In truth, no matter the sect, magic and pill skills must be passed down through teaching, with a master instructing step-by-step. Moreover, at critical points in the practice, guidance is needed to avoid divergence leading to insanity.
Practicing alone, teaching oneself, can never lead to success in a lifetime.
"This..."
"I told you, how could there still be a successor to the Northern Emperor Technique after all these years?"
"Who is this kid? How does he manage to deceive so well? I almost fell for it."
At this moment, the many profound cultivators hidden in Yujing City lost interest. What seemed like a fierce magical combat turned out more like a farce, clearly signaling that it was time to end.
"Kid, what other tricks do you have? I’ll rip them all apart today."
Gu Yuming sneered endlessly; he had thoroughly grasped the reality of Zhang Fan, no longer having any scruples.
"Come on, let me see what you’re made of."
With those words, Gu Yuming intended to step forward.
Buzz...
Just then, Gu Yuming’s Primordial Spirit halted suddenly. His eyes widened, his complexion changed drastically, and the light around him dimmed significantly. With a shiver, he felt as if plunged into an icy cave, then immediately as if scorched by True Flame, unbearably hot.
"What happened to him? Why isn’t he moving?"
"Something’s off... something’s not right... there’s a problem with his Primordial Spirit."
"It’s not that there’s a problem with the Primordial Spirit... it’s his physical body in trouble... someone has found his Primordial Spirit..."
There was no shortage of experts in Yujing City. It was clear to them what anomaly and clues were present with Gu Yuming.
When the Primordial Spirit emerges, the physical body becomes the greatest vulnerability.
Legend has it, one of the Upper Cave Eight Immortals, Iron Stick Li, with an extraordinary appearance and towering stature, had his Primordial Spirit emerge one day to attend a pill meeting with immortal friends at Huashan. Before leaving, he instructed his disciple to guard his physical body well and to burn it if he didn’t return in seven days, indicating he had become immortal. However, his disciple’s mother suddenly fell ill, and not even waiting the full seven days, burned the body...
Eventually, Iron Stick Li’s Primordial Spirit returned, and without a body, he was like a wandering ghost, ultimately having to attach to a dead, lame beggar’s body.
"No, someone’s ruining my physical body!"
Gu Yuming’s expression changed drastically, not caring about Zhang Fan anymore, turning abruptly to leave.
Once the physical body is ruined, the Primordial Spirit has no place to rely on. Forget about cultivation, even his life would be hard to maintain.
At this very moment, near the suburban cemetery.
Xiong Ba, Gu Yuming’s disciple, with a bruised face and bloodstains at the corners of his mouth, was hiding behind a car, watching helplessly as a short-haired, ear-length girl punched and kicked his master’s physical body, occasionally leaping three meters high and landing directly on Gu Yuming’s body, clearly treating it as a cushion.
"Too terrifying..." Xiong Ba trembled, fearfully observing the short-haired, ear-length girl as if to remember her forever. The girl was none other than Jiang Lai.
...
At that time, above the old city, the clouds dispersed, and a bright moon shone in the sky.
All returned to tranquility. Gu Yuming had gone, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit had returned to the acupoint, leaving no trace.
Now, he lay in bed, breathing softly, seemingly unaware of the far-reaching impact of these events, nor how it would stir a great wave in Yujing City.
At that moment, in his slumber, Zhang Fan’s brows suddenly furrowed tightly, his body gently trembling, showing a hint of pain.
In the dream, he returned to that day, seeing himself ten years ago.
The night still enveloped him, a vast, chaotic darkness in his eyes. His mother’s corpse silently lay beside him, with occasional lightning flashes in the distance, cutting through the sky. Beyond that, he could see nothing at all.
"Mom... Mom... I can’t see... why can’t I see anything..." Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan cried out loudly, rubbing his eyes furiously, trying to see everything around him clearly.
But no matter how he cried or shouted, the surroundings remained a chaotic gloom.
"Because you are..."
"In the Great Night!"
Just then, an eerie sigh echoed, its origin unknown, reverberating throughout Zhang Fan’s dream.
