Chapter 620: Chapter 303: Life Like Fire Born of Stone! The Dragon Tiger Mountain Daoist (Bonus)

"That kid is Zhang Tiansheng’s bloodline, the last descendant of South Zhang."

At this moment, the old bull, who had been silent all the way, suddenly let out a muffled grunt. Its throat moved, making strange syllables, almost like human speech, but strange.

"What’s he doing in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

"Why do you care so much?" Bald Grandpa glanced askance, saying indifferently, "Even Zhang the Second himself said that future generations’ destiny needs to be fought for by themselves."

"Let’s go, we still have deliveries to make later!" Bald Grandpa leaped and jumped onto the ox cart.

"I really don’t understand, why are you working so hard? The Red Dust of the Mortal World isn’t all good."

The old bull rolled its eyes, chewing on dry grass, and couldn’t help but speak.

"What do you know?"

Bald Grandpa pulled the reins and raised the long whip.

"This is also cultivation!"

A crack of the whip resounded through the depths of the wild mountains.

"Not a cow or a horse, but acting like one..."

"This isn’t cultivation!"

"This is madness!"

The old bull muttered softly and turned to leave.

...

The Hundred Thousand Mountains are filled with clouds of unknown measure, layers of unknown heights.

Once you’ve entered, it’s like stepping into a maze; even the magnetic fields become disordered here, compasses fail, satellite navigation is useless, and there’s no phone signal.

Besides the loss of direction, the mountains are also permeated with poisonous miasma. Untrained people inhaling it would feel dizzy and faint at the least, or their bodies could fester and decay at worst.

However, both Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin are cultivators. Firstly, they often practice Inner Core Techniques, and their bodies are extraordinary. Ordinary miasma and smoke, even if inhaled, can be expelled by their powerful lungs, and their strong livers can easily detoxify it.

Furthermore, with their Primordial Spirit Observation, what appears to be uniform toxic miasma to ordinary people appears in a myriad of colors to them, with different colors indicating different toxicities.

After walking for half a day, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped, noticing the multi-colored gaseous miasma nearby converging towards a single direction, as if being absorbed by some force.

With Primordial Spirit Observation, he discovered growing in the center of the colorful miasma was a mushroom, its cap like a cloud, reflecting a vibrant sheen, with patterns dazzling like a rainbow.

"What is that?"

"That’s the Colorful Cloud Mushroom." Li Miaoyin whispered, "It mainly feeds on mountain miasma, and usually takes at least thirty years to mature."

Colorful Cloud Mushroom isn’t an ordinary mushroom; it’s considered Great Medicine.

Its medicinal properties are extremely aggressive and toxic. Should a cultivator mistakenly consume it without enough cultivation, their Primordial Spirit would suffer damage.

"Look at the colorful patterns on the mushroom cap, one pattern represents ten years, and this Colorful Cloud Mushroom has six patterns, meaning it’s sixty years old." Li Miaoyin, knowledgeable and experienced, explained.

Such a Colorful Cloud Mushroom, ground into powder and used for soaking in water, will extinguish the Primordial Spirit of anyone who drinks it unless they’re of High Skill, leaving no trace.

"Is it that toxic?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

High Skill practitioners aren’t as common as cabbage; they’re not easily found.

This demonstrates the fearful nature of this thing.

"How much is it worth?" Zhang Fan considered picking it.

"Are you that desperate for money?" Li Miaoyin glanced at Zhang Fan, then said, "Such things, if circulated, could bring endless trouble, endangering countless lives."

"Though the Heavenly Dao is unfeeling, always valuing survival over destruction, letting it spread from you isn’t good."

Saying this, Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan with a sincere, earnest gaze: "All things born in the world have their unique fates. Leaving it here might lead to another encounter in the future."

"With just this thought, there should be something later." Zhang Fan felt a slight stir in his heart and nodded: "Alright, I’ll listen to you."

His Dao practice deepening, Zhang Fan knew Li Miaoyin’s words held profound truth, that his rising thought now might await results somewhere in the future, intertwining with destiny—such is the wonder of fate.

"You’re really obedient."

Li Miaoyin smiled softly, her gaze toward Zhang Fan now softened.

Zhang Fan seemed oblivious, turning his head to look at the pathless path ahead.

Rumble...

Suddenly, an explosion resounded from the mountains, followed by rising smoke and dust and roaring commotion.

"Are you from the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family!?"

Just then, an urgent cry rang out as a figure flew from the midst of the smoke and dust.

Zhang Fan focused his gaze, seeing a young girl fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Her face was delicate, but her dress was stained with blood, and her beautiful face was as pale as paper.

"Huang Sanlang colluding with outsiders... colluding with the Zhang Family?"

The girl stumbled to her feet, staring fiercely ahead, her desperate eyes tinged with fear.

"Little demon, I don’t want to kill you, but if you don’t die, I won’t meet my KPI this month."

At this moment, a lazy, indifferent voice echoed.

From the dispersing smoke, a young man walked out. His appearance couldn’t be said to be handsome, but he was clean, wearing a Daoist Robe stirring in the wind, with a phone in one hand and a talisman in the other.

"Do you really think I’m easy to bully?" the girl gritted her silver teeth.

"I really do think so." The young Daoist stood atop a large green stone, looking down indifferently.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a gust of wind howled, the girl’s eyes shook violently, and in her sight, the young Daoist had vanished, a wide palm already on her shoulder.

"You’re dead!"

Roar...

Just at that moment, the girl’s chest surged, suddenly letting out a terrifying shout.

The fierce wind howled, sand and stones flew.

That terrifying force blew the young Daoist away in an instant, the surrounding terrain collapsed, vegetation exploded, and boulders shattered.