Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 271 - 157: Nine Great Inner Core Techniques, Vacuum Refining Form! This Is High Skill_3

Chapter 271: Chapter 157: Nine Great Inner Core Techniques, Vacuum Refining Form! This Is High Skill_3

"Your dad not coming out is the only way you’re safe," Liu Fusheng reminded.

"Are you sure?" Zhang Fan glanced over, seemingly reminding Liu Fusheng of what had just happened.

"That was an accident—how many madwomen like her can there be?" Liu Fusheng said awkwardly.

"Uncle Liu, do you think that relative of ours is dead?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

Vacuum Refining Form—this technique was absurdly powerful, bizarre beyond reason; even Li Linglang, facing it, stood no chance.

"I don’t know. Whether alive or dead, she shouldn’t come looking for you any time soon," Liu Fusheng said in a low voice.

"Who was that just now? Vacuum Refining Form, able to master the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods—no way it’s some nobody," Zhang Fan frowned.

This technique was truly formidable. Void Generating Profound Being—Profound Being yet Void; all form, sound, techniques... seemed to hover between existence and nothingness, leaving not even a trace in one’s mind.

It was only because Liu Fusheng was cultivated to a high level that he vaguely remembered a whiff of that mysterious master’s aura.

"That aura is very peculiar; I don’t think I’ve met them before..." Liu Fusheng said, uncertain.

After all, the other party trained in [Vacuum Refining Form], and attaining it meant severing all ties, slipping into the vacuum, forging the true form. Even if they’d met before, that person would certainly be different from before.

"Brother Fan..."

Just then, Liu Xingyu and Liu Xingtui, the two brothers, walked over, their faces filled with dread and unease. The look they gave Zhang Fan was a bit evasive.

At this moment, even if they were pigs, the Liu Brothers could see Zhang Fan was no ordinary Zhenwu Mountain disciple. He carried all sorts of secrets.

Forget everything else—even being hunted by such a master was enough to mark him; never mind that standing next to him was none other than the Nine-Fingered Talisman Demon who once shook the world.

Thinking of this, the Liu Brothers subconsciously glanced at Liu Fusheng nearby, only to find him acting as if nothing had happened, taking out a nail clipper, trimming his nails.

"Some things you don’t need—best cut them off in time, before they end up poking you unexpectedly," Liu Fusheng said blandly.

With these words, the Liu Brothers’ faces twitched, their legs almost buckling; they nearly knelt down on the spot.

"Brother Fan, we didn’t see anything..." Liu Xingtui was nearly in tears, hastily swearing his loyalty.

"Don’t be so nervous—it’s fine if you saw. Come on, head home, get cleaned up, have a good sleep."

Zhang Fan slung his arms around their shoulders, soothing them.

"Whatever else, we’ll talk tomorrow."

"We still get a tomorrow!?" Liu Xingyu looked at Zhang Fan, so moved his eyes shimmered with tears.

"I think so," Zhang Fan replied with a light chuckle.

...

Night fell deep and heavy.

Back home at Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan felt an unprecedented exhaustion.

If he collapsed into bed, he might sleep a couple hours longer than usual.

Yet in that moment, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, mind replaying the feeling of immersion in that white stream of energy just now.

"Act with non-action; existence arises from the void..."

"Void Generating Profound Being—everything must be sought within..."

"Being and nonbeing, birth and death, north and south, water and fire, dragon and tiger..."

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit spiraled outside his body; rays of spiritual light flashed and interwove, arcane verses chanted inwardly; countless bottlenecks opened wide in an instant.

Killing to Life; having life from emptiness...

All mysteries hid within that Innate Primordial Spirit.

All Daoist Skills also stemmed from that Innate Primordial Spirit.

Seeking outside, ten thousand years unchanged; seeking inside, creating existence from nothing.

"So, this is High Skill!"

Just then, a whisper sounded; around Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, True Flame roared, a ray of golden light shimmered, condensed into form, like some immortal sentience, blossoming into a sacred lotus.